<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869</id><updated>2011-09-11T01:54:39.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forwarded Emails</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Useful, Interesting, Noteworthy.. to me :) &lt;/em&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-4666175343789064792</id><published>2009-11-26T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:06:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook is not secured?</title><content type='html'>I just read an email.. which dated 20 October 2009. Haha.. yes, I seldom open and read emails, forwarded ones especially. 've been neglecting my hotmail for quite some time.. Somehow tonight I felt like clearing whatever irrelevant emails and opening some olllddd ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is one of them - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Facebook - Sharing Your Life with CIA/NSA/FBI&lt;/span&gt;. It only has a link to a video &lt;a href="http://www.albumoftheday.com/facebook/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;. My reaction was, Wow.. this person sure did some research. Good thing I don't my Facebook account that much. But.. what struck me most was.. is there really an organisation that tries to compile ALL data/information, BIG and MINOR, from EVERY single person on THIS planet? I find it bizarre. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-4666175343789064792?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/4666175343789064792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=4666175343789064792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/4666175343789064792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/4666175343789064792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2009/11/facebook-is-not-secured.html' title='Facebook is not secured?'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-3207533161861570210</id><published>2008-03-21T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:27:11.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this Outzz: Guidedways.com</title><content type='html'>(for Muslims)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you can download handphone/iPOD applications like &lt;a href="http://www.guidedways.com/duas/prophetprayers.php"&gt;Prophet (saw)'s Duas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.guidedways.com/mobile/download_mobile.php"&gt;Quran Reader&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.guidedways.com/mobile/dawahkit/download_dawahkit.php"&gt;Da'wah Kit&lt;/a&gt; (!!), &lt;a href="http://www.guidedways.com/mobile/dictionary/download_dict.php"&gt;English to Arabic Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.guidedways.com/mobile/halalguide/download_guide.php"&gt;Halal Food Guide&lt;/a&gt; (!!), and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Aren't we very lucky, to have these technologies within our grasps?? Everything is made easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the Download service, this website also has sections on &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99 Names of Allah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riyadhussolihin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40 Hadith Qudsi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasheeds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muslim Baby Names&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, i strongly recommend you guys out there to explore &lt;a href="http://www.guidedways.com/index.php"&gt;this great website&lt;/a&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-3207533161861570210?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/3207533161861570210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=3207533161861570210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/3207533161861570210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/3207533161861570210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2008/03/check-this-outzz-guidedwayscom.html' title='Check this Outzz: Guidedways.com'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-4062087295276357293</id><published>2008-03-21T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:05:13.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snacks coated with plastic???</title><content type='html'>got this from an email dated 14 March 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNnImi6h87w/R-MzXdotUfI/AAAAAAAAALc/TLEHOO6yKY8/s1600-h/Scare+over+Coated+Snacks_NST_290208.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180040474591580658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNnImi6h87w/R-MzXdotUfI/AAAAAAAAALc/TLEHOO6yKY8/s400/Scare+over+Coated+Snacks_NST_290208.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; like, &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HECK??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, NST stands for New Straits Times, the English Newspaper in Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-4062087295276357293?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/4062087295276357293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=4062087295276357293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/4062087295276357293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/4062087295276357293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2008/03/snacks-coated-with-plastic.html' title='Snacks coated with plastic???'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNnImi6h87w/R-MzXdotUfI/AAAAAAAAALc/TLEHOO6yKY8/s72-c/Scare+over+Coated+Snacks_NST_290208.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-1803390981772143123</id><published>2007-12-09T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T07:54:33.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the versatile HoneY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over the centuries, the great power and strength possessed by honey has been underestimated by scientists. It's an element whose curing ability has surprised all levels of intellect. A few of the very many cures from honey have been outlined:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For burns:&lt;/span&gt; Apply freely over burns. It cools, removes pain and aids fast healing without scarring. Apart from being a salve and antibiotic, bacteria cannot live in honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bed Wetting:&lt;/span&gt; A teaspoon of honey before bed aids water retention and calms fears in children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sleeplessness:&lt;/span&gt; A dessert spoon of honey in a mug of hot milk aids sleep and works wonders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hyperactivity:&lt;/span&gt; Honey is a mild sedative with minerals, vitamins, amino acids etc. Replace all white sugar with honey. White sugar is highly stimulating with no food qualities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nasal Congestion:&lt;/span&gt; Place a dessert spoon of honey in a basin of hot water and inhale fumes after covering your head with a towel over the basin. Very effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wounds or Grazes:&lt;/span&gt; Cover wound with honey and a bandage. Excellent healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For Fatigue:&lt;/span&gt; Dissolve a desert spoon of honey in warm water or quarter honey balance of water in a jug and keep in the fridge. Honey is primarily fructose and glucose and so it is quickly absorbed by the digestive system. (Honey is a unique natural stabilizer - ancient Greek athletes took honey for stamina before competing and as a reviver after competition. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Facial Deep Cleanser:&lt;/span&gt; Mix honey with oatmeal approx. 50/50 till thick and apply as a face-pack. Leave on for half an hour then wash off. Great as a deep cleanser for acne etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poor Digestion:&lt;/span&gt; Mix honey with apple cider vinegar (non-alcoholic) approx. 50/50 and dilute to taste with water. This aids digestion. (Also reputed to be wonderful for the joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hair Conditioner:&lt;/span&gt; Mix honey with equal quantity of Olive Oil and cover head with a warm towel for half an hour then shampoo off. Feeds hair and scalp. Hair will never look or feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sore Throats:&lt;/span&gt; Let a teaspoon of honey melt in the back of the mouth and trickle down the throat. Eases inflamed raw tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For Stress:&lt;/span&gt; Honey in water is a stabilizer - calms highs and raises lows. Use approx. 25 percent honey to water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anemia:&lt;/span&gt; Honey is the best blood en-richer by raising corpuscle content. The darker the honey the more minerals it contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Food Preservative:&lt;/span&gt; Cakes with honey replacing sugar stay fresher longer due to natural antibiotics. Reduce liquids by approx. one-fifth to allow for moisture in honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heart Patients:&lt;/span&gt; These people are well advised to replace white sugar (sucrose) with honey, natural fructose and glucose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hay-fever:&lt;/span&gt; Chewing the tops of comb honey stimulates the immune system due to minute amounts of pollen. During the season chew for 20 minutes a teaspoon of bee capping (tops) five to six times per day. Highly effective and useful for asthma sufferers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby's Bottle:&lt;/span&gt; Four teaspoons of honey to a baby's bottle of water is an excellent pacifier and multivitamin additive. If baby's motions are too liquid then reduce by half a teaspoon; if too solid increase by half a teaspoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teething:&lt;/span&gt; Honey rubbed on a baby's gums is a mild sedative and anesthetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Osteoporosis:&lt;/span&gt; English research has shown that a teaspoon of honey per day aids calcium utilization and prevents osteoporosis. Essential from age 50 onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Long Life:&lt;/span&gt; One common fact worldwide is that the most long-lived people are regular users of honey. An interesting fact yet to be explained is that beekeepers suffer less from cancer and arthritis than any other occupational group worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Migraine:&lt;/span&gt; Use a dessertspoon of honey dissolved in half a glass of warm water. Sip at start of attack. If necessary repeat in 20 minutes. Always effective (Insha Allah) as migraine is stress related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Conjunctivitis (pus in the eye):&lt;/span&gt; Honey dissolved in equal quantity of warm water. Apply, when cooled, as lotion or eye bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cough mixture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 oz. liquid honey&lt;br /&gt;2 oz. glycerin&lt;br /&gt;Juice of 2 lemons&lt;br /&gt;Mix well. Bottle and cork firmly. Use as required &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-1803390981772143123?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/1803390981772143123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=1803390981772143123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/1803390981772143123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/1803390981772143123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/12/versatile-honey.html' title='the versatile HoneY'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-2786162293334256537</id><published>2007-12-01T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:49:18.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>A small boy at summer camp received a large package of cookies in the mail from his mother. He ate a few, then placed the remainder under his bed. The next day, after lunch, he went to his tent to get a cookie. The box was gone.&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon a camp counselor, who had been told of the theft, saw another boy sitting behind a tree eating the stolen cookies. “That young man,” he said to himself, “must be taught not to steal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned to the group and sought out the boy whose cookies had been stolen. “Billy,” he said, “I know who stole your cookies. Will you help me teach him a lesson?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, yes–but aren’t you going to punish him?” asked the puzzled boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, that would only make him resent and hate you,” the counselor explained. “I want you to call your mother and ask her to send you another box of cookies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy did as the counselor asked and a few days later received another box of cookies in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now,” said the counselor, “the boy who stole your cookies is down by the lake. Go down there and share your cookies with him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But,” protested the boy, “he’s the thief.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know. But try it–see what happens.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later the camp counselor saw the two come up the hill, arm in arm. The boy who had stolen the cookies was earnestly trying to get the other to accept his jackknife in payment for the stolen cookies, and the victim was just as earnestly refusing the gift from his new friend, saying that a few old cookies weren’t that important anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.qisas.com/"&gt;www.qisas.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-2786162293334256537?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/2786162293334256537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=2786162293334256537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/2786162293334256537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/2786162293334256537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/12/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-5745413538583218987</id><published>2007-10-19T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T01:55:30.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upin dan Ipin: Episod 1</title><content type='html'>mesti, mesti, mesti tonton kartun ni, k?&lt;br /&gt;watak-watak utamanya comel, comel, comel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu method yang amat baik untuk sampaikan mesej Ramadhan kepada kanak-kanak! kakak2 dan abang2 yang tengok pOn best, dapat hiburkan hati, legakan minda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;upin: macam gini ah cara da'wah yang kreatif..!&lt;br /&gt;ipin: haa.. betOl, betOl, betOl..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*oops, ni skrip dari saya sendiri! heh.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;episod ini adalah yang pertama dari 6 episod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7gtR4c4Aahs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7gtR4c4Aahs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-4785268355152353465</id><published>2007-09-08T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T01:13:06.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bull's eye!</title><content type='html'>i watched a show about snipers on history channel just now. and i saw one particular shot that was incredibly precise! *mouth and eyes wide open in awe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and good thing there's youtube! coz you can watch it too~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W67d-_pqzv4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W67d-_pqzv4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-7847493242370195029</id><published>2007-08-21T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T18:32:50.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube: J'Attendrai Le Suivant &gt;&gt; annoyingly good!</title><content type='html'>you should watch this video. a french short film nominated in 2003 Academy Awards, it tells a story of a guy who got in the metro &lt;french&gt; and openly confessed that he was searching for a girlfriend. introducing himself, he told the passengers in the metro of his job, his monthly pay, hobby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he asked if there was a single woman among the passengers 'who'd like to give an honest relationship with someone a shot' to alight discreetly at the next station. and he would follow her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite straighforward, but brave eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait til you see the ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for girls out there who'd think of responding to this kind of man &lt;if&gt;, boy, you are gonna wish that you never step out of the train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this film is a good laugh =) trés bon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/596e7Bs4xQk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/596e7Bs4xQk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-7847493242370195029?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7847493242370195029/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-7217318052679708657</id><published>2007-08-18T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:30:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussels Airline ~ Passionate about you~</title><content type='html'>funny yet thoughtful content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impactful advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good promo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well done! to the company that made this ad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's Go The Xtra Mile --------- !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DpmXY4Tq06o"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DpmXY4Tq06o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;simply&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-7701350495779197146</id><published>2007-06-22T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:14:41.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triathlon Challenge - 21 July 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNnImi6h87w/RntYXK_HshI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vL_Jg-1tSQY/s1600-h/triathlon_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078750159899701778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNnImi6h87w/RntYXK_HshI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vL_Jg-1tSQY/s320/triathlon_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-7701350495779197146?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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enzyme, rennet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vegetarian Society organised a campaign against the move, asking members to voice their concerns to parent company Masterfoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars said it became "very clear, very quickly" that it had made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just one week, more than 6,000 people bombarded the company, which produces the Mars, Snickers, Maltesers and Galaxy brands, with phone and e-mail complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty MPs also signed a petition to voice their opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Dawson, managing director of Mars UK, said the company had listened to customers and decided to reverse its decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The consumer is our boss and we had lots of feedback from consumers who were unhappy about the change," Ms Dawson said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It became very clear, very quickly that we had made a mistake, for which I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are three million vegetarians in the UK and not only did we disappoint them, but we upset a lot of the consumers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Principled decision'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vegetarian Society had called the move by Mars "incomprehensible" and "a backward step" at a time when consumers were increasingly concerned about "the provenance of their food".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars replied that, by admitting its products were no longer suitable for "extremely strict vegetarians", it was making a "principled decision".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it insists it will begin changing its recipes back immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Annette Pinner, chief executive of the Vegetarian Society, said she was pleased Mars had been "honest enough" to admit it had "made a mistake".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Masterfoods representative has made contact with us and we are very pleased that they now recognise the importance of integrity to all their customers, especially vegetarians," she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rennet is extracted from calves' stomachs and was to have been used in the ice cream versions of all Masterfoods' bars too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source of article: &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6673549.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6673549.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spread this good news to your vegetarian friends and relatives. =)&lt;br /&gt;but, it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT TO NOTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; though (for muslims), that this &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;does not mean&lt;/span&gt; the ingredients in the food products from Mastersfoods are &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;halal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;do check with the producer if you are in doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here's a good link on &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FAQs about halal foods&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.firsthalal.co.uk/halaldiets/faqs.aspx"&gt;http://www.firsthalal.co.uk/halaldiets/faqs.aspx&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there are info about whey powder, gelatine, cheese, to name a few..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;so, check it out! ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-9158654056126645774?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/9158654056126645774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=9158654056126645774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/9158654056126645774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/9158654056126645774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-news-for-vegetarian-mars-bars.html' title='GOOD NEWS for vegetarian Mars Bars lovers!'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-304255819128226483</id><published>2007-06-12T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:45:31.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 lies of Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A Story that I cannot forget....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;1. The story began when I was a child; I was born as a son of a poor family. Even for eating, we often got lack of food. Whenever the time for eating, mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was removing her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this rice, son. I'm not hungry".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That was Mother's First Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;2. When I was getting to grow up, the persevering mother gave her spare time for fishing in a river near our house, she hoped that from the fishes she got, she could gave me a little bit nutritious food for my growth. After fishing, she would cook the fishes to be a fresh fish soup, which raised my appetite. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat the rest meat of fish, which was still on the bone of the fish I ate. My heart was touched when I saw it. I then used my chopstick and gave the other fish to her. But she immediately refused it and said "Eat this fish, son. I don't really like fish."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That was Mother's Second Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;3. Then, when I was in Junior High School, to fund my study, mother went to an economic enterprise to bring some used-matches boxes that would be stuck in. It gave her some money for covering our needs. As the winter came, I woke up from my sleep and looked at my mother who was still awoke, supported by a little candlelight and within her perseverance she continued the work of sticking some used-matches box. I said, "Mother, go to sleep, it's late, tomorrow morning you still have to go for work." Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep, dear. I'm not tired."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That was Mother's Third Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;4. At the time of final term, mother asked for a leave from her work in order to accompany me. While the daytime was coming and the heat of the sun was starting to shine, the strong and persevering mother waited for me under the heat of the sun's shine for several hours. As the bell rang, which indicated that the final exam had finished, mother immediately welcomed me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared before in a cold bottle. The very thick tea was not as thick as my mother's love, which was much thicker. Seeing my mother covering with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son. I'm not thirsty!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That was Mother's Fourth Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;5. After the death of my father because of illness, my poor mother had to play her role as a single parent. By held on her former job, she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. No days without sufferance. Seeing our family's condition that was getting worse, there was a nice uncle who lived near my house came to help us, either in a big problem and a small problem.&lt;br /&gt;Our other neighbors who lived next to us saw that our family's life was so unfortunate; they often advised my mother to marry again. But mother, who was stubborn, didn't care to their advice; she said "I don't need love."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That was Mother's Fifth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;6. After I had finished my study and then got a job, it was the time for my old mother to retire. But she didn't want to; she was sincere to go to the marketplace every morning, just to sell some vegetable for fulfilling her needs. I, who worked in the other city, often sent her some money to help her in fulfilling her needs, but she was stubborn for not accepting the money. She even sent the money back to me. She said "I have enough money."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That was Mother's Sixth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;7. After graduated from Bachelor Degree, I then continued my study to Master Degree. I took the degree, which was funded by a company through a scholarship program, from a famous University in America . I finally worked in the company. within a quite high salary, I intended to take my mother to enjoy her life in America . But my lovely mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me "I'm not used to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That was Mother's Seventh Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;8. After entering her old age, mother got a flank cancer and had to be hospitalized. I, who lived in miles away and across the ocean, directly went home to visit my dearest mother. She lied down in weakness on her bed after having an operation. Mother, who looked so old, was staring at me in deep yearn. She tried to spread her smile on her face; even it looked so stiff because of the disease she held out. It was clear enough to see how the disease broke my mother's body, thus she looked so weak and thin. I stared at my mother within tears flowing on my face. My heart was hurt, so hurt, seeing my mother on that condition. But mother, with her strength, said "Don't cry, my dear. I'm not in pain."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That was Mother's Eight Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After saying her eighth lie, my dearest mother closed her eyes forever!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;an email from zulfaa - Monday, 11 June 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-304255819128226483?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/304255819128226483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=304255819128226483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/304255819128226483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/304255819128226483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/06/8-lies-of-mother.html' title='8 lies of Mother'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-5207411963202190111</id><published>2007-06-12T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:37:36.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quran Explorer</title><content type='html'>This is an &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amazing Website&lt;/span&gt; where you can &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Read&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt; at the same time to the Holy Quran with the translation and the voice of the Sheikh you prefer!!! Plus, you can choose the number of times you wish &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(up to 30 times)&lt;/span&gt; to repeat the same verse, so it is useful to help memorize verses from the Holy Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out this website and share this great news with your fellow friends and families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quranexplorer.com"&gt;www.quranexplorer.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: to directly launch the Quran Explorer, click &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quranexplorer.com/quran/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-5207411963202190111?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5207411963202190111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=5207411963202190111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/5207411963202190111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/5207411963202190111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/06/quran-explorer.html' title='Quran Explorer'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-939084223232319655</id><published>2007-06-12T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:18:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tracker Device - BEWARE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Important Information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new device has been introduced to the marketplace that is a huge danger to anyone who uses a PC that is not theirs. It is known as &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a key tracker&lt;/span&gt; and it sits between the keyboard and the PC. As can be seen in the pictures it is very discreet but is probably one of the most dangerous items of equipment to personal information that is readily available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNnImi6h87w/Rm10da_HseI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jV4W07dnMLo/s1600-h/device1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074840403925512674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNnImi6h87w/Rm10da_HseI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jV4W07dnMLo/s320/device1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These devices record every key that is pressed on the keyboard. Due to it's position (it sits between the keyboard and the PC) the information is logged by the tracker before the PC knows about it and as such is very difficult for the PC to detect. They are available in both USB and PS2 formats so pretty much any PC can be logged. The user puts the tracker in line, leaves it there for a set amount of time and then retrieves it. They can then download the data onto their own PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074840850602111474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNnImi6h87w/Rm103a_HsfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WzJYWYNYoGU/s320/device2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you intend to use a PC that is not yours (ie hotel business centre, internet café, airport etc) I would advise looking at the back of the PC to see if one of these trackers has been placed in line (scrambling under a desk is the better alternative to losing your email details). If you cannot get to see the back of the PC, I would suggest you don't use it for anything personal. If a tracker is there and you do not notice it, whoever placed it there (could be any user of that PC before you) will be able to recall all of your keystrokes - logins, passwords etc.&lt;br /&gt;These trackers cost less than ?30 and they are definitely out there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from an email sent on Tuesday, 5 June 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-939084223232319655?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/939084223232319655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=939084223232319655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/939084223232319655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/939084223232319655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/06/tracker-device-beware.html' title='A Tracker Device - BEWARE!'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNnImi6h87w/Rm10da_HseI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jV4W07dnMLo/s72-c/device1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-1119929808876022379</id><published>2007-06-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:34:57.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars starts using animal products</title><content type='html'>Some of the UK's best-selling chocolate bars, such as Mars and Twix, will no longer be suitable for vegetarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also affecting brands such as Snickers and Maltesers, owner Masterfoods said it had started to use animal product rennet to make its chocolate products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masterfoods said the change was due to it switching the sourcing of its ingredients and the admission was a "principled decision" on its part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vegetarian Society said the company's move was "incomprehensible".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Extremely disappointed'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masterfoods said it had started using rennet from 1 May and non-affected products had a "best before date" up to 1 October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rennet, a chemical sourced from calves' stomachs, is used in the production of whey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will now also be found in Bounty, Minstrels and Milky Way products, and the ice cream versions of all Masterfoods' bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the customer is an extremely strict vegetarian, then we are sorry the products are no longer suitable, but a less strict vegetarian should enjoy our chocolate," said Paul Goalby, corporate affairs manager for Masterfoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vegetarian Society said it was "extremely disappointed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At a time when more and more consumers are concerned about the provenance of their food, Masterfoods' decision to use non-vegetarian whey is a backward step," it said in a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mars products are very popular with young people and many will be shocked to discover that their manufacture now relies on the extraction of rennet from the stomach lining of young calves," it added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;source of article: BBC News Website - Monday, 14 May 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/6653175.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/6653175.stm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;List of Masterfoods' procducts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bounty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Celebrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dove Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Flyte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Galaxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kudos (North America)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M-Azing (North America)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maltesers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M&amp;M's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mars Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mars Delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Milky Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Minstrels (UK only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mars Planets (newly inroduced in UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Skittles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Snickers (The top-selling candy bar in the United States. Known in the UK as Marathon until 1990.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Starburst (Originally Opal Fruits in the UK.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3 Musketeers (North America)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Twix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Snicker's Marathon Energy Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;please disseminate this information. the ingredient change may affect a lot of our friends, especially vegetarians, muslims, hindus and buddhists. may this knowledge enlighten and help them in choosing the right food while following their principles =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-1119929808876022379?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/1119929808876022379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=1119929808876022379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/1119929808876022379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/1119929808876022379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/06/mars-starts-using-animal-products.html' title='Mars starts using animal products'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-6110620062411364870</id><published>2007-02-28T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:15:34.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support the Halal trademark petition!!!</title><content type='html'>to my fellow muslims,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you often encounter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;problems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in finding halal food products in your local supermarkets, or when you travel to overseas??? *especially in western countries...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever wish there are more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;varieties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of halal-certified food???? *especially in the chocolate and confectionery sections...ohhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you hope that one day, manufacturers, organizations, and goverments, will realise the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;importance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of a Halal trademark and recognise it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you want to contribute in making a halal trademark possible? and the lives of muslims worldwide easier??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to &lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/Hallal/petition.html"&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/Hallal/petition.html&lt;/a&gt; and support the Halal trademark online petition by signing your name! oh, n pass this message to your families and friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who says common people like us can't bring change to the world&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; ^_^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-6110620062411364870?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6110620062411364870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=6110620062411364870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/6110620062411364870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/6110620062411364870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/02/support-halal-trademark-petition.html' title='Support the Halal trademark petition!!!'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-467898039149038144</id><published>2007-02-28T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:46:58.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Setiap &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sultan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ada &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;taman larang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;nya,&lt;br /&gt;begitu juga Allah swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taman laranga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;Nya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adalah perkara-perkara yang telah &lt;strong&gt;diharamkan&lt;/strong&gt; bagi&lt;br /&gt;hamba-hambaNya di muka bumi ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-467898039149038144?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/467898039149038144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=467898039149038144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/467898039149038144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/467898039149038144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/02/setiap-sultan-ada-taman-larang-nya.html' title=''/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-2040076783565049273</id><published>2007-02-20T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:39:46.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;Not to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;is also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;- Albert Camus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-2040076783565049273?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/2040076783565049273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=2040076783565049273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/2040076783565049273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/2040076783565049273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-to-choose-is-also-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-7563928866733715387</id><published>2007-02-20T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:34:51.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Stevens: How I Came to Islam</title><content type='html'>"     All I have to say is all what you know already, to confirm what you already know, the message of the Prophet (Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam) as given by God - the Religion of Truth. As human beings we are given a consciousness and a duty that has placed us at the top of creation. Man is created to be God's deputy on earth, and it is important to realize the obligation to rid ourselves of all illusions and to make our lives a preparation for the next life. Anybody who misses this chance is not likely to be given another, to be brought back again and again, because it says in Qur'an Majeed that when man is brought to account, he will say, {&lt;em&gt;O Lord, send us back and give us another chance&lt;/em&gt;} The Lord will say, {&lt;em&gt;If I send you back you will do the same&lt;/em&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;MY EARLY RELIGIOUS UPBRINGING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I was brought up in the modern world of all the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;luxury&lt;/span&gt; and the high life of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;show business&lt;/span&gt;. I was born in a Christian home, but we know that every child is born in his original nature - it is only his parents that turn him to this or that religion. I was given this religion (Christianity) and thought this way. I was taught that God exists, but there was no direct contact with God, so we had to make contact with Him through Jesus - he was in fact the door to God. This was more or less accepted by me, but I did not swallow it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I looked at some of the statues of Jesus; they were just stones with no life. And when they said that God is three, I was puzzled even more but could not argue. I more or less believed it, because I had to have respect for the faith of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;POP STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Gradually I became alienated from this religious upbringing. I started making music. I wanted to be a big star. All those things I saw in the films and on the media took hold of me, and perhaps I thought this was my God, the goal of making money. I had an uncle who had a beautiful car. "Well," I said, "he has it made. He has a lot of money." The people around me influenced me to think that this was it; this world was their God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I decided then that this was the life for me; to make a lot of money, have a 'great life.' Now my examples were the pop stars. I started making songs, but deep down I had a feeling for humanity, a feeling that if I became rich I would help the needy. (It says in the Qur'an, we make a promise, but when we make something, we want to hold onto it and become greedy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So what happened was that I became very famous. I was still a teenager, my name and photo were splashed in all the media. They made me larger than life, so I wanted to live larger than life and the only way to do that was to be intoxicated (with &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;liquor&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;drug&lt;/span&gt;s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;IN HOSPITAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After a year of financial success and 'high' living, I became very ill, contracted TB and had to be hospitalized. It was then that I started to think: &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was to happen to me? Was I just a body, and my goal in life was merely to satisfy this body?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I realized now that this calamity was a blessing given to me by Allah, a chance to open my eyes - "Why am I here? Why am I in bed?" - and I started looking for some of the answers. At that time there was great interest in the Eastern mysticism. I began reading, and the first thing I began to become aware of was death, and that the soul moves on; it does not stop. I felt I was taking the road to bliss and high accomplishment. I started meditating and even became a vegetarian. I now believed in 'peace and flower power,' and this was the general trend. But what I did believe in particular was that I was not just a body. This awareness came to me at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     One day when I was walking and I was caught in the rain, I began running to the shelter and then I realized, 'Wait a minute, my body is getting wet, my body is telling me I am getting wet.' This made me think of a saying that &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;the body is like a donkey, and it has to be trained where it has to go. Otherwise, the donkey will lead you where it wants to go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Then I realized I had a will, a God-given gift: follow the will of God. I was fascinated by the new termino- logy I was learning in the Eastern religion. By now I was fed up with Christianity. I started making music again and this time I started reflecting my own thoughts. I remember the lyric of one of my songs. It goes like this: "I wish I knew, I wish I knew what makes the Heaven, what makes the Hell. Do I get to know You in my bed or some dusty cell while others reach the big hotel?" and I knew I was on the Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I also wrote another song, "&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The Way to Find God Out&lt;/span&gt;." I became even more famous in the world of music. I really had a difficult time because I was getting rich and famous, and at the same time, I was sincerely searching for the Truth. Then I came to a stage where I decided that Buddhism is all right and noble, but I was not ready to leave the world. I was too attached to the world and was not prepared to become a monk and to isolate myself from society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I tried &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;numerology&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tarot card&lt;/span&gt;s and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;astrology&lt;/span&gt;. I tried to look back into the Bible and could not find anything. At this time I did not know anything about Islam, and then, what I regarded as a miracle occurred. My brother had visited the mosque in Jerusalem and was greatly impressed that while on the one hand it throbbed with life (unlike the churches and synagogues which were empty), on the other hand, an atmosphere of peace and tranquillity prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;THE QUR'AN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When he came to London he brought back a translation of the Qur'an, which he gave to me. He did not become a Muslim, but he felt something in this religion, and thought I might find something in it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And when I received the book, a guidance that would explain everything to me - who I was; what was the purpose of life; what was the reality and what would be the reality; and where I came from - I realized that this was the true religion; religion not in the sense the West understands it, not the type for only your old age. In the West, whoever wishes to embrace a religion and make it his only way of life is deemed a fanatic. I was not a fanatic, I was at first confused between the body and the soul. Then I realized that the body and soul are not apart and you don't have to go to the mountain to be religious. We must follow the will of God. Then we can rise higher than the angels. The first thing I wanted to do now was to be a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I realized that everything belongs to God, that slumber does not overtake Him. He created everything. At this point I began to lose the pride in me, because hereto I had thought the reason I was here was because of my own greatness. But I realized that I did not create myself, and the whole purpose of my being here was to submit to the teaching that has been perfected by the religion we know as &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Al-Islam&lt;/span&gt;. At this point I started discovering my faith. I felt I was a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     On reading the Qur'an, I now realized that all the Prophets sent by God brought the same message. Why then were the Jews and Christians different? I know now how the Jews did not accept Jesus as the Messiah and that they had changed His Word. Even the Christians misunderstand God's Word and called Jesus the son of God. Everything made so much sense. This is the beauty of the Qur'an; it asks you to reflect and reason, and not to worship the sun or moon but the One Who has created everything. The Qur'an asks man to reflect upon the sun and moon and God's creation in general. Do you realize how different the sun is from the moon? They are at varying distances from the earth, yet appear the same size to us; at times one seems to overlap the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Even when many of the astronauts go to space, they see the insignificant size of the earth and vastness of space. They become very religious, because they have seen the Signs of Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When I read the Qur'an further, it talked about prayer, kindness and charity. I was not a Muslim yet, but I felt that the only answer for me was the Qur'an, and God had sent it to me, and I kept it a secret. But the Qur'an also speaks on different l I began to understand it on anothlevel, where the Qur'an says, {Those who believe do not take disbelievers for friends and the believers are brothers} Thus at this point I wished to meet my Muslim brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;CONVERSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Then I decided to journey to Jerusalem (as my brother had done). At Jerusalem, I went to the mosque and sat down. A man asked me what I wanted. I told him I was a Muslim. He asked what was my name. I told him, "Stevens." He was confused. I then joined the prayer, though not so successfully. Back in London, I met a sister called &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nafisa&lt;/span&gt;. I told her I wanted to embrace Islam and she directed me to the New Regent Mosque. This was in &lt;strong&gt;1977&lt;/strong&gt;, about one and a half years after I received the Qur'an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Now I realized that I must get rid of my pride, get rid of Iblis, and face one direction. So on a Friday, after Jumma' I went to the Imam and declared my faith (the Kalima) at this hands. You have before you someone who had achieved fame and fortune. But guidance was something that eluded me, no matter how hard I tried, until I was shown the Qur'an. Now I realize I can get in direct contact with God, unlike Christianity or any other religion. As one Hindu lady told me, "You don't understand the Hindus. We believe in one God; we use these objects (idols) to merely concentrate." What she was saying was that in order to reach God, one has to create associates, that are idols for the purpose. But Islam removes all these barriers. The only thing that moves the believers from the disbelievers is the salat. This is the process of purification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Finally I wish to say that everything I do is for the pleasure of Allah and pray that you gain some inspirations from my experiences. Furthermore, I would like to stress that I did not come into contact with any Muslim before I embraced Islam. I read the Qur'an first and realized that no person is perfect. Islam is perfect, and if we imitate the conduct of the Holy Prophet (Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam) we will be successful. May Allah give us guidance to follow the path of the ummah of Muhammad (Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam). Ameen!     "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-7563928866733715387?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7563928866733715387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=7563928866733715387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/7563928866733715387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/7563928866733715387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/02/cat-stevens-how-i-came-to-islam.html' title='Cat Stevens: How I Came to Islam'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-116862063569519904</id><published>2007-01-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:50:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Biggest Brain Damaging Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. No breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who do not take breakfast are going to have a lower blood sugar level. This leads to an insufficient supply of nutrients to the brain causing brain degeneration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Overeating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It causes hardening of the brain arteries, leading to a decrease in mental power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Smoking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It causes multiple brain shrinkage and may lead to Alzheimer disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. High sugar consumption &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much sugar will interrupt the absorption of proteins and nutrients causing malnutrition and may interfere with brain development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Air pollution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain is the largest oxygen consumer in our body. Inhaling polluted air decreases the sup ply of oxygen to the brain, bringing about a decrease in brain&lt;br /&gt;efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Sleep deprivation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep allows our brain to rest. Long term deprivation from sleep will accelerate the death of brain cells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Head covered while sleeping&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with the head covered, increases the concentration of carbon dioxide and decrease concentration of oxygen that may lead to brain damaging effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Working your brain during illness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hard or studying with sickness may lead to a decrease in effectiveness of the brain as well as damage the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Lacking in stimulating thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is the best way to train our brain, lacking in brain stimulation thoughts may cause brain shrinkage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Talking rarely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual conversations will promote the efficiency of the brain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-116862063569519904?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/116862063569519904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=116862063569519904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/116862063569519904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/116862063569519904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/01/10-biggest-brain-damaging-habits.html' title='10 Biggest Brain Damaging Habits'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-116861942235127886</id><published>2007-01-13T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T02:34:50.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast: a MUST have!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt; can help prevent strokes, heart attack and sudden death. Advice on not to skip breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Healthy living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who always skip breakfast, you should stop that habit now! You've heard many times that "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." Now, recent research confirms that one of the worst practices you can develop may be avoiding breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" src="http://www.medicinenet.com/images/illustrations/heart_attack.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the frequency of heart attack, sudden death, and stroke peaks between 6:00a.m. and noon, with the highest incidence being&lt;br /&gt;between 8: 00a.m. and 10:00a.m.What mechanism within the body could account for this significant jump in sudden death in the early&lt;br /&gt;morning hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We may have an Answer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platelet, tiny elements in the blood that keep us from bleeding to Death if we get a cut, can clump together inside our arteries due to&lt;br /&gt;cholesterol or plaque buildup in the artery lining. It is in the morning hours that platelets become the most activated and tend to form these internal blood clots at the greatest frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, eating even a very light breakfast prevents the morning platelet activation that is associated with heart attacks and strokes. Studies performed at Memorial University in St.Johns, Newfoundland found that eating a light, very low-fat breakfast was critical in modifying the morning platelet activation. Subjects in the study consumed either low-fat or fat-free yogurt, orange juice, fruit, and a source of protein coming from yogurt or fat-free milk. So if you skip breakfast, it's important that you change this practice immediately in light of this research. Develop a simple plan to eat &lt;strong&gt;cereal&lt;/strong&gt;, such as oatmeal or &lt;strong&gt;Bran Flakes&lt;/strong&gt;, along with six ounces of &lt;strong&gt;grape juice &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;orange juice&lt;/strong&gt;, and perhaps a piece of fruit. This simple plan will keep your platelets from sticking together, keep blood clots from forming, and perhaps head off a potential &lt;strong&gt;Heart Attack&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;stroke&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So never ever skip breakfast!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-116861942235127886?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/116861942235127886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=116861942235127886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/116861942235127886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/116861942235127886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2007/01/breakfast-must-have.html' title='Breakfast: a MUST have!!'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-116637760799930809</id><published>2006-12-18T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:48:58.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$25,000 muslim weddings!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="415" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rH2nNt1s5pk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rH2nNt1s5pk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="415" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-116637760799930809?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/116637760799930809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=116637760799930809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/116637760799930809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/116637760799930809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/12/25000-muslim-weddings.html' title='$25,000 muslim weddings!!'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-116559324074084765</id><published>2006-12-08T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:54:00.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt; like you &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't need&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ove&lt;/span&gt; like you've &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt; like you do when &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-116559324074084765?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/116559324074084765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=116559324074084765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/116559324074084765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/116559324074084765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/12/work-like-you-dont-need-money-love.html' title=''/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-116559292601573406</id><published>2006-12-08T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:48:46.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five lessons to make you think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last&lt;br /&gt;one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance, and put her into a taxicab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read:&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy again counted his coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it counts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare &amp; serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- taken from an email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; (6 dec 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-116559292601573406?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/116559292601573406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=116559292601573406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/116559292601573406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/116559292601573406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/12/five-lessons-to-make-you-think.html' title='Five lessons to make you think.'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-116360708993596436</id><published>2006-11-16T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:11:30.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;A grateful heart is a fount from which flows one of this worlds greatest pleasures–happiness. When the heart is grateful it is also happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[Imam Magid bin Muhammad]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;‘Be more concerned for the acceptance of your action than you are for the action; for, an action with fearful obedience will not be little. How could an action which is accepted be little?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[Ali ibn Abi Talib]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-116360708993596436?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/116360708993596436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=116360708993596436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/116360708993596436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/116360708993596436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/11/grateful-heart-is-fount-from-which.html' title=''/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-115946134491110625</id><published>2006-09-29T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:35:51.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>petua tercekik tulang</title><content type='html'>Ni petua tercekik tulang. kalau rasa ok .. amalkan. Ikuti kisah di pagi hari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisahnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku datang dari keluarga yg besar...16 adik beradik, bila sesekali berkumpul, dah tentu mak aku akan buat majlis makan besar-besar dan best-best!!! alam ramai2 adik beradik, bukan semua yg suka stail aku, apabila aku bawa gaya hidup "pulang ke pangkal jalan'"...maka adalah yg tak kena sana sini...oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa makan, aku pun duduk lah cara Nabi..(rujuk ustaz)lalu ada yg sound:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"apahal duduk macam nak berlari ajer...."&lt;br /&gt;"tak baik lutut tinggi pada makanan.."&lt;br /&gt;" ni duduk ke nak berak nie..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh sebab aku lelaki beriman, maka aku buat muka seposen...aku pun basuh tangan,&lt;br /&gt;Nota untuk mua'alaf: sebelum makan sunnah Nabi adalah basuh kedua2 tangan dan berkumur, insyaAllah jika korang amal nie, sebelum korang mati Allah akan mempermudahkan segala urusan hutang piutang korang. -Hutang kereta/rumah/kahwin/ study/along bla bla bla!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambung balik, aku pun berpikir...ada baiknya juga Nabi tak makan pakai sudu @ garfu, kalau Nabi makan pakai sudu, susah pulak org miskin macam aku nak ikut sunnah Nabi, nak pakai sudu material apa? stainless steel ke&lt;br /&gt;inconnel 601? nak pakai colour camne? matelic ke cooper?kan susah tu!!! Tu belum lagi jika Nabi makan pakai kerusi dan meja..bentuk bulat ke bentuk heksagon?, oktagon?, nanagon? nak kena pergi Kedai perabot buat ansuran mudah! jimat ! hanya RM 1 dan tunggu 30 hari, kunjungilah kedai perabot terbesar di Malaysia, bla bla bla!!! Oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasa korang belajar doa makan macam nie: "Allahummabariklana (hingga akhir) Tapi tu sebenarnya doa tengok makanan, doa makan mudah sajer: "Bismillah, barkatillah" Lepas tu makan lah, dengan tiga jari(sunnah Nabi) kemudian, ada pulak suara2 yg sound: "Eh, kenyang ke makan dengan tiga jari?" aku kata: "huh, anak cina makan dengan dua kayu elok2 habis nasi satu pinggang!!! " Tapi oleh kerana aku sorang jer yg makan dengan tiga jari, org lain makan dengan lima jari, maka aku lihat kadar flow of suapan dan kadar quantity of lauk-pauk diorang lebih laju dan maju, maka aku menukar jariku dari 3 kepada 5...oh..tepuk dada tanya iman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian aku minum dari tangan kanan yg tidak berbasuh... Diorang tegur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"essh..pengotor betullah" Aku kata: "Apa pulak kotor, aku makan nasi, bukan taik!!!"(tapi aku kata dalam hati sebab aku kena kuatkan iman)&lt;br /&gt;"Nie, apahal jilat2 jari nie? lucah betul!!"-tanya diorang pada aku..&lt;br /&gt;"Makan ayam sedap sampai ke kaki....makan sate sedap sampai ke lidi he he&lt;br /&gt;heh"-kataku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak pulak diorang komplen cara aku makan..err maksud aku cara Nabi makan... aku tahu tak berguna berdebat ngan mereka kalau aku ubah topik dengan bertanya :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahukkah korang kenapa lembu makan rumput dan kambing makan daun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang aku kata: sebab tengkuk lembu berat...bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;Aku kata: "salah!!! lembu makan rumput dan kambing makan daun sebab mereka lapar!!!(tak lawak) ha ha ha!!!"&lt;br /&gt;aku menyambung: "Penting makan cara Nabi sebab kita hari2 makan, tapi bila tak ikut sunnah, maka jadi macam lembu dan kambing makan sajer, namun bila korang makan macam Nabi saw makan, maka di kira ibadat.. Masa nak makan, niatlah makan kerana perintah Allah, namun kena nafikan makanan yg bagi kenyang... hakikatnya kenyang datang dari kudrat Allah. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2 mak aku tercekik tulang ikan...(bayangkan seorang mak cik sedang tercekik tulang) Kemudian, Mak aku mendapat nasihat secara berperingkat, ada yg sarankan agar makan pisang, minum air dengan cepat, makan nasi kepal dan lain2,  tapi masih tak berjaya....kesian mak aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh! Hamka, Takkan kau tak tahu cara sunnah Nabi nak buang tulang tercekik camne?..cakap terer.."(kata abang aku) Aku kata: "senang sajer...Mak angkat kedua-dua tangan ke atas.. " Mak akupun buat..tapi masih tak jadi.. Aku kata: "lurus Mak, tangan mak dua-dua kena lurus... !!!" (bayangkan seorang makcik yg sedang duduk bersila sambil kedua-dua tangan diluruskan ke atas, tangan kanan masih terdapat sisa2 nasi, manakala di lengan dan tengkuk di penuhi dengan rantai emas..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kata: "Sekarang sebut: SUPERMAN RETURN!!!!!! " HA HA HA....(semua org ketawa) nasi berhembur-hembur di sana sini. Mak aku juga ketawa..sehingga tulang yg tercekik itu terkeluar..alhamdullillah semuanya dari Allah!!! he he he...selamat mencuba, ni bukan hadith,,just pengalaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sekiranya rakan korang menjadi mayat(over ketawa sehingga tulang mencucuk tengkuk) sesungguhnya penulis tidak bertanggung jawab!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emel dari shawqah_almunawwarah   ahad - 24 september 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-115946134491110625?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/115946134491110625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=115946134491110625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115946134491110625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115946134491110625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/09/petua-tercekik-tulang.html' title='petua tercekik tulang'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-115825111919022410</id><published>2006-09-15T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:25:19.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Islamic Civilization Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/Seminar_2_16_Sept_Poster%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/400/Seminar_2_16_Sept_Poster%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-115825111919022410?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/115825111919022410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=115825111919022410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115825111919022410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115825111919022410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/09/islamic-civilization-talk.html' title='Islamic Civilization Talk'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-115825078425269514</id><published>2006-09-15T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:19:44.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan Youth Challenge 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/ryc2006..gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/400/ryc2006..png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.x.P.r.E.s.S y.O.u.R.s.E.l.F &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-115825078425269514?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/115825078425269514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=115825078425269514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115825078425269514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115825078425269514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/09/ramadhan-youth-challenge-2006.html' title='Ramadhan Youth Challenge 2006'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-115614701400476416</id><published>2006-08-21T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:56:54.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts About Mobile Phones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Useful TIPS that MAY come HANDY some DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;1. Emergency Number: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Emergency Number worldwide for Mobiles is &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;112&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself out of coverage area of your mobile network and there is an emergency, dial 112 and the mobile will search any existing network to establish the emergency number for you and interestingly this number 112 can be dialed even while the keypad is locked. Try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Keys Locked in the Car?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This may come in handy someday. Good reason to own a Mobile Phone: If you lock your keys in the car and the spare keys are at home, call someone on your mobile phone. Hold your mobile phone about a foot from your car door and have the other person at your home press the Unlock button, holding it near the phone on their end. Your car will unlock. Saves time for someone to drive your keys to you. Distance is not a problem. You could be hundreds of miles away and if you can reach someone who has the other remote" for your car, you can unlock the doors(or the boot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note : "It works fine! We tried it out and it unlocked our car over a mobile phone&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;3. Your Mobile Battery is Very Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You are expecting an important call and you don't have a charger. Nokia instrument comes with a reserve battery. To activate the battery, the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;key-in *3370#&lt;/span&gt; your cell will restart with this reserve and your instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve will get charged when you charge your mobile next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-115614701400476416?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/115614701400476416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=115614701400476416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115614701400476416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115614701400476416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/08/interesting-facts-about-mobile-phones.html' title='Interesting Facts About Mobile Phones'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-115614614191391249</id><published>2006-08-21T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:42:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LipStick Alert !!!!</title><content type='html'>Recently a brand called "Red Earth" decreased their prices from $67 to $9.90. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It contained lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lead is a chemical which causes cancer.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brands which contain lead are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.CHRISTIAN DIOR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.LANCOME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. CLINIQUE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Y.S.L &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ESTEE LAUDER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SHISEIDO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. RED EARTH (Lip Gloss) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. CHANEL (Lip Conditioner) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. MARKET AMERICA-MOTNES LIPSTICK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher the lead content, the greater the chance of causing cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing a test on lipsticks, it was found that the Y.S.L. lipstick contained the most amount of lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for those lipsticks which are supposed to stay longer. If your lipstick stays longer, it is because of the higher content of lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the test you can do yourself: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Put some lipstick on your hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2. Use a Gold ring to scratch on the lipstick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3. If the lipstick color changes to black then you know the lipstick contains lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send this information to all your girlfriends, wives and female family members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This information is being circulated at Walter Reed Army Medical Center &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dioxin Carcinogens causes cancer, especially breast cancer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Who else???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-115614614191391249?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/115614614191391249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=115614614191391249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115614614191391249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115614614191391249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/08/lipstick-alert.html' title='LipStick Alert !!!!'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-115320510427961355</id><published>2006-07-18T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:45:04.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasiat Imam Syafie - 10 perkara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sebelum Imam Syafie pulang ke rahmatullah, beliau sempat berwasiat kepada para muridnya dan umat islam seluruhnya. Berikut ialah kandungan wasiat tersebut: "Barangsiapa yang ingin meninggalkan dunia dalam keadaan selamat maka hendaklah ia mengamalkan sepuluh perkara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. HAK KEPADA DIRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mengurangkan tidur, mengurangkan makan, mengurangkan percakapan dan berpada-pada dengan rezeki yang ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. HAK KEPADA MALAIKAT MAUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mengqada kewajipan-kewajipan yang tertinggal, mendapatkan kemaafan dari orang yang kita zalimi, membuat persediaan untuk mati dan merasa cinta kepada Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. HAK KEPADA KUBUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Membuang tabiat kencing merata-rata, memperbanyakkan solat Tahajud dan membantu orang yang dizalimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. HAK KEPADA MUNKAR DAN NAKIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tidak berdusta, sentiasa berkata benar, meninggalkan maksiat dan nasihat menasihati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;5. HAK KEPADA MIZAN (Neraca timbangan amal pada hari akhirat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Menahan kemarahan, banyak berzikir, mengikhlaskan amalan dan sanggup menanggung kesusahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;6. HAK KEPADA SIRAT (Titian yang merentangi neraka pada hari akhirat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Membuang tabiat suka mengumpat, bersikap warak, suka membantu orang beriman dan suka berjemaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;7. HAK KEPADA MALIK (Penjaga neraka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Menangis lantaran takutkan Allah s.w.t., berbuat baik kepada ibu bapa, bersedekah secara terang-terangan serta sembunyi dan memperbaiki akhlak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;8. HAK KEPADA RIDHWAN (Malaikat penjaga syurga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Berasa redha dengan Qada' Allah, bersabar menerima bala, bersyukur ke atas nikmat Allah dan bertaubat dari melakukan maksiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;9. HAK KEPADA NABI MUHAMMAD S.A.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Berselawat ke atas Baginda, berpegang dengan syariat, bergantung kepada as-Sunnah (Hadis), menyayangi para sahabat dan bersaing dalam mencari keredhaan Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;10. HAK KEPADA ALLAH S.W.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mengajak manusia ke arah kebaikan, mencegah manusia dari kemungkaran, menyukai ketaatan dan membenci kemaksiatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-115320510427961355?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/115320510427961355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=115320510427961355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115320510427961355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115320510427961355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/07/wasiat-imam-syafie-10-perkara.html' title='wasiat Imam Syafie - 10 perkara'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-115190532949565590</id><published>2006-07-03T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:43:47.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Attack Procedure</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For those who like to drink cold water, this article is applicable to you. It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once this "sludge" reacted with the acid, it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead to cancer. It is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------- &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; ---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A serious note about heart attacks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;HEART ATTACK PROCEDURE: (THIS IS NOT A JOKE!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women should know that not every heart attack symptom is going to be the left arm hurting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be aware of intense pain in the jaw line.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You may never have the first chest pain during the course of a heart attack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nausea and intense sweating are also common symptoms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;60% of people who have a heart attackwhile they are asleep do not wake up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's be careful and be aware.&lt;br /&gt;The more we know, the better chance we could survive...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this mail sends it to 10 people, you can be sure that we'll save at least one life. Read this... It could save your life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say it's 6.15 pm and you're driving home. Suddenly you start experiencing severe pain in your chest that starts to radiate out into your arm and up into your jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are only about five miles from the hospital nearest your home. Unfortunately you don't know if you'll be able to make it that far. You have been trained in CPR, but the guy that taught the course did not tell you how to perform it on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack, without help, the person whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left before losing consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these victims can help themselves by coughing repeatedly and very vigorously. A deep breath should be taken before each cough, deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest. A breath and a cough must be repeated about every two seconds without let-up until help arrives, or until the heart is felt to be beating normally again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way, heart attack victims can get to a hospital. Tell as many other people as possible about this. It could save their lives!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-115190532949565590?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/115190532949565590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=115190532949565590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115190532949565590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/115190532949565590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/07/heart-attack-procedure.html' title='Heart Attack Procedure'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114966605036651766</id><published>2006-06-07T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T15:42:10.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms</title><content type='html'>On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy.. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife.. But I couldn't help doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon.Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the  computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away  from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry.. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew  she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;stated&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;stranger&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;one day. But I could not take back what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;expected&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;firmer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;saw&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;up,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything &lt;br /&gt;&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;me,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;reason&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ning,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding &lt;br /&gt;&gt;day?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I nodded and said, I remember. You&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;door every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;wished&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;to end her marriage romantically.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly &lt;br /&gt;&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;face&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;made&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce &lt;br /&gt;&gt;intention&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our &lt;br /&gt;&gt;son&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;brought&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;me a sense of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;walked&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;feeling&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait &lt;br /&gt;&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;bus, I drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully &lt;br /&gt;&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;wrinkles on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;demolished. Be careful when you pass there.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;were&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my &lt;br /&gt;&gt;arms.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;visualization of Dew became vague.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such &lt;br /&gt;&gt;as,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dew&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;about this.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout &lt;br /&gt;&gt;made&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;quite&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;dresses&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I &lt;br /&gt;&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Again,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I felt a sense of pain.. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to &lt;br /&gt;&gt;touch&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;her head.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Our son came in at the moment. Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;carrying&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;our&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because &lt;br /&gt;&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held &lt;br /&gt;&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;step.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;in your arms until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;afraid&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;any delay would make me change&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got &lt;br /&gt;&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;fever.. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, &lt;br /&gt;&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;boring&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am &lt;br /&gt;&gt;supposed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;slammed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;office.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for &lt;br /&gt;&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write &lt;br /&gt;&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning &lt;br /&gt;&gt;until&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;are old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114966605036651766?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114966605036651766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114966605036651766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114966605036651766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114966605036651766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-you-divorce-me-carry-me-out-in.html' title='When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114817901418597083</id><published>2006-05-21T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:13:03.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azab Allah untuk kaum wanita yang tidak menta'ati perintahNya</title><content type='html'>Saudara dan saudari kaum muslimin dan muslimat&lt;br /&gt;Renungan khususnya untuk para wanita dan diri sendiri.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayidina Ali ra menceritakan suatu ketika melihat Rasulullah menangis manakala ia datang bersama Fatimah. Lalu keduanya bertanya mengapa Rasul menangis. Beliau menjawab, "Pada malam aku di-isra'-kan, aku melihat perempuan-perempuan yang sedang disiksa dengan berbagai siksaan. Itulah sebabnya mengapa aku menangis. Karena, menyaksikan mereka yang sangat berat dan mengerikan siksanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putri Rasulullah kemudian menanyakan apa yang dilihat ayahandanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku lihat ada perempuan &lt;em&gt;digantung rambutnya, otaknya mendidih&lt;/em&gt;. Aku lihat perempuan &lt;em&gt;digantung lidahnya, tangannya diikat ke belakang dan timah cair dituangkan ke dalam tengkoraknya&lt;/em&gt;. Aku lihat perempuan &lt;em&gt;tergantang kedua kakinya dengan terikat tangannya sampai ke ubun-ubunnya, diulurkan ular dan kalajengking&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku lihat perempuan yang &lt;em&gt;memakan badannya sendiri, di bawahnya dinyalakan api neraka&lt;/em&gt;. Serta aku lihat perempuan yang &lt;em&gt;bermuka hitam, memakan tali perutnya sendiri&lt;/em&gt;. Aku lihat perempuan yang &lt;em&gt;telinganya pekak dan matanya buta, dimasukkan ke dalam peti yang dibuat dari api neraka, otaknya keluar dari lubang hidung, badannya berbau busuk karena penyakit sopak dan kusta&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku lihat perempuan yang &lt;em&gt;badannya seperti himar, beribu-ribu kesengsaraan dihadapinya&lt;/em&gt;. Aku lihat perempuan yang &lt;em&gt;rupanya seperti anjing, sedangkan api masuk melalui mulut dan keluar dari duburnya sementara malikat memukulnya dengan pentung dari api neraka&lt;/em&gt;,"kata Nabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatimah Az-Zahra kemudian menanyakan mengapa mereka disiksa seperti itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah menjawab, "Wahai putriku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;adapun mereka yang tergantung rambutnya hingga otaknya mendidih adalah wanita yang tidak menutup rambutnya sehingga terlihat oleh laki-laki yang bukan muhrimnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Perempuan yang digantung susunya adalah istri yang 'mengotori' tempat tidurnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Perempuan yang tergantung kedua kakinya ialah perempuan yang tidak taat kepada suaminya, ia keluar rumah tanpa izin suaminya, dan perempuan yang tidak mau mandi suci dari haid dan nifas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Perempuan yang memakan badannya sendiri ialah karena ia berhias untuk lelaki yang bukan muhrimnya dan suka mengumpat orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Perempuan yang memotong badannya sendiri dengan gunting api neraka karena ia memperkenalkan dirinya kepada orang yang kepada orang lain bersolek dan berhias supaya kecantikannya dilihat laki-laki yang bukan muhrimnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Perempuan yang diikat kedua kaki dan tangannya ke atas ubun-ubunnya diulurkan ular dan kalajengking padanya karena ia bisa shalat tapi tidak mengamalk! annya dan tidak mau mandi junub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Perempuan yang kepalanya seperti babi dan badannya seperti himar ialah tukang umpat dan pendusta. Perempuan yang menyerupai anjing ialah perempuan yang suka memfitnah dan membenci suami."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar itu, Sayidina Ali dan Fatimah Az-Zahra pun turut menangis. Dan inilah peringatan kepada kaum perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emel daripada Gadis Singapura, khamis 18 mei 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;komen: ana tak pasti dari mana sumber emel ni. maksud ana, dapat daripada buku atau website atau majalah... ana pun tk pasti riwayat ni betul2 'bersih' daripada apa2 tambahan, dongengan dan sebagainya. 'ala kulli hal, kita patut mengambil iktibar daripada kisah ini. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114817901418597083?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114817901418597083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114817901418597083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114817901418597083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114817901418597083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/05/azab-allah-untuk-kaum-wanita-yang.html' title='Azab Allah untuk kaum wanita yang tidak menta&apos;ati perintahNya'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114571389798021096</id><published>2006-04-22T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:51:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temanku An-Nisaa' dan Ar-Rijaal</title><content type='html'>Teman,&lt;br /&gt;Atas tautan ukhwah,&lt;br /&gt;Juga atas satu dasar yang kukuh,&lt;br /&gt;Nan Aqidah Muslim,&lt;br /&gt;Aku melayangkan warkah ini buatmu teman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai temanku an-nisa',&lt;br /&gt;Engkau sedia maklum,&lt;br /&gt;Engkaulah hiasan dunia,&lt;br /&gt;Lantaran fitrah itu,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau seringkali menjadi fitnah lelaki itu,&lt;br /&gt;Dan sememangnya itu bukan kesalahanmu,&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi itulah hakikat kejadianmu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai temanku ar-rijal,&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengetahui kesepian hati seorang lelaki,&lt;br /&gt;Yang seringkali mengimpikan seorang teman di sisi,&lt;br /&gt;Dan tentulah temanmu yang diimpi,&lt;br /&gt;Seorang serikandi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai temanku an-nisa',&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengetahui halusnya perasaanmu,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau ingin disayangi,&lt;br /&gt;Ingin dimanjai,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau juga ingin menyayangi&lt;br /&gt;juga ingin memanjai...&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku juga tahu,&lt;br /&gt;Temanmu ar-rijal juga begitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi temanku an-nisa',&lt;br /&gt;Ketahuilah engkau,&lt;br /&gt;Bercinta itu fitrah,&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi janganlah engkau cemarkannya dengan fitnah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau benar engkau mengasihinya,&lt;br /&gt;Kasihinyalah kerana Pencipta Fitrah,&lt;br /&gt;Dan jika engkau benar mengasihinya,&lt;br /&gt;KeranaNya,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau tak kan bisa,&lt;br /&gt;Melunakkan soutul engkau,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau tidak kan bisa,&lt;br /&gt;Melemparkan panahan menggodamu,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana engkau tahu,&lt;br /&gt;Itu bisa menggoyahkan iman seorang ar-rijal!&lt;br /&gt;Dan engkau mengetahui,&lt;br /&gt;Dia punya 9 akal, dan 1 nafsu,&lt;br /&gt;Namun nafsu itu sentiasa beraja,&lt;br /&gt;Dan engkau tidakkan bisa menjadikan sang nafsu itu,&lt;br /&gt;Nafsu raja yang menggila!&lt;br /&gt;Kerana engkau tahu sahabatku an-nisa',&lt;br /&gt;Dia kan terjerumus ke dlm api yg membara&lt;br /&gt;Andai dia menjadi hamba raja nafsu yang gila...&lt;br /&gt;Adakah benar engkau mengasihinya keranaNya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai temanku ar-rijal,&lt;br /&gt;Andai engkau mencintainya,&lt;br /&gt;Cintailah ia keranaNya,&lt;br /&gt;Letakkanlah Ia melebihi cintamu kepada dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai engkau mengasihinya keranaNya,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau tidakkan bisa,&lt;br /&gt;Mengajaknya bermukah di taman sepi,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana engkau tahu,&lt;br /&gt;Dia punya 9 nafsu, 1 akal,&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi manakan mampu 1 akal menguasai 9 nafsu?&lt;br /&gt;Andai engkau mengasihinya keranaNya,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau tidakkan bisa menyentuhnya,&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun yang ringan-ringan,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana engkau tahu,&lt;br /&gt;Itu sudah MENGHAMPIRI ZINA!&lt;br /&gt;Dan engkau tahu bukan?&lt;br /&gt;Zina tempatnya di api yang menjunam?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah engkau benar mengasihinya,&lt;br /&gt;Andai kau relakan dia terjun ke NERAKANYA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahabatku an-nisa',&lt;br /&gt;Sahabatku ar-rijal,&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengasihimu LILLAH,&lt;br /&gt;Lantaran itu,&lt;br /&gt;Dengarlah sedikit pesan ikhlas ku LILLAH,&lt;br /&gt;Manusia mana yang mampu hidup tanpa cinta?&lt;br /&gt;Bercinta tak salah,&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi letakkan cintamu kepadaNya yang hakiki,&lt;br /&gt;Dan engkau kan merasa cinta manusia...&lt;br /&gt;Sedikit cuma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai Dia yang engkau dahului,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau takkan gelisah,&lt;br /&gt;Andai dia tidak mengirim sebarang sms,&lt;br /&gt;Andai suaranya tidak didengar walau teknologi di depan mata,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau tidakkan rindu,&lt;br /&gt;Andai sehari tidak besua,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau tidakkan kecewa andai dia terlupamengatakan I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana engkau percaya...&lt;br /&gt;DIA yang terbaik...&lt;br /&gt;Lantaran DIA yang terbaik,&lt;br /&gt;DIA akan menentukan yang terbaik untukmu,&lt;br /&gt;Dan andai dia yang terbaik untukmu,&lt;br /&gt;DIA akan satukan juga hatimu dengan hatinya...&lt;br /&gt;Dan itulah sahaja melalui PERNIKAHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan itulah yang terbaik buat kalian,&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada jodoh tak ke mana...&lt;br /&gt;Yakinlah!&lt;br /&gt;Apakah benar engkau meyakini takdirNya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan aku teman,&lt;br /&gt;Bicaraku penuh ketegasan,&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak membencimu,&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi aku membenci munkar itu,&lt;br /&gt;Dan kerana aku takutkan api yang menjunam itu,&lt;br /&gt;Aku menegur yang mana mampu,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana aku takut,&lt;br /&gt;Andai aku tidak menegurmu,&lt;br /&gt;Kita kan sama-sama meredah lautan api...&lt;br /&gt;Yang terlalu pedih, yang terlalu seksa, yang terlalu AZAB!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nauzubillahi min zalik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama-samalah teman,&lt;br /&gt;Pagarilah imanmu,&lt;br /&gt;Agar si iman itu tidak terlepas,&lt;br /&gt;Cintailah IA,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana DIAlah penjaga iman kita...&lt;br /&gt;Yakinlah dengan IA...&lt;br /&gt;Serahkan segalanya pada IA...&lt;br /&gt;Kerana DIA tahu yang terbaik,&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan kita tidak...&lt;br /&gt;ALLAHU a'lam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirul kalam...&lt;br /&gt;Letakkan si DIA dalam hatimu,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau akan merinduiNYA,&lt;br /&gt;Andai harimu tiada ingatan kepadaNYA,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau akan gelisah andai DIA,&lt;br /&gt;Tidak mendengar rintihanMu,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau kan rindu,&lt;br /&gt;Andai DIA tidak memandangmu,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau kan tak keruan andai,&lt;br /&gt;Doamu ditolak...&lt;br /&gt;Dan itulah cinta hakiki...&lt;br /&gt;Kerna engkau yakin,&lt;br /&gt;Di sana adanya sebuah,&lt;br /&gt;Pertemuan di taman Syurga yang Indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114571389798021096?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114571389798021096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114571389798021096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114571389798021096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114571389798021096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/04/temanku-nisaa-dan-ar-rijaal.html' title='temanku An-Nisaa&apos; dan Ar-Rijaal'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114429500271261978</id><published>2006-04-06T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:43:22.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca-Cola: 'bermanfaat' sekali!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fakta seperti yang tersenarai dibawah adalah kajian santifik yang dibuat oleh ahli sains kesihatan/sosial di USA dan Britain serta laporan dari seluruh dunia mengenai minuman ringan Coke : Coca Cola.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam kebanyakan negeri di US, kereta peronda &lt;br /&gt;lebuhraya akan dimuatkan 2 gallon Coke untuk &lt;br /&gt;menghilangkan kesan darah di jalanraya apabila &lt;br /&gt;berlaku kemalangan. Cam pasukan SMART dan &lt;br /&gt;bomba kita tu, Harzadous Team. Cuba tanya Plus &lt;br /&gt;Ronda atau Polis Lebuhraya, adakah mereka &lt;br /&gt;guna?&lt;br /&gt;Anda di rumah diharap dapat mencuba kajian ini :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Masukkan tulang dalam satu mangkuk yang &lt;br /&gt;diisi Coke, ia akan hancur atau hilang sama sekali &lt;br /&gt;dalam masa 2 hari. Elok untuk yang berniaga sup &lt;br /&gt;tulang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Untuk mencuci tandas : Masukkan setin air &lt;br /&gt;Coke dalam tandas dan biarkan selama 1 jam dan &lt;br /&gt;kemudian 'flush'. Kesan kotoran/hampas akan &lt;br /&gt;hilang dari tindakan 'citric asid' yang berada dalam &lt;br /&gt;Coke. Satu bahan gantian untuk mencuci kalau &lt;br /&gt;sabun dah habis! Rasa-rasa buat sabun badan &lt;br /&gt;boleh tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Untuk menghilangkan kesan karat dari bumper &lt;br /&gt;kereta jenis chrome : Lap bumper dengan &lt;br /&gt;aluminium foil yang dicelup dengan Coke. &lt;br /&gt;Kesannya karat hilang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Untuk menghilangkan kesan 'corrosion' atau &lt;br /&gt;hakisan pada skru/nat bateri kereta : Tuang saja &lt;br /&gt;setin Coke pasti kesan hakisan hilang serta merta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Untuk melonggarkan skru yang berkarat dan &lt;br /&gt;ketat : Sekali lagi tuang setin Coke, skru tersebut &lt;br /&gt;pasti longgar dan boleh dibuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Untuk menghilangkan kesan minyak/lekit dari &lt;br /&gt;pakaian : Tambahkan setin Coke dalam mesin &lt;br /&gt;basuh bersama sabun pencuci dan basuh macam &lt;br /&gt;biasa. Kesan minyak tu pasti hilang. Kemudian &lt;br /&gt;bolehlah minum air basuhan tadi berperisa coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cermin kereta anda berdebu/kotor/melekit ? &lt;br /&gt;Celup tuala dengan Coke dan lap. Pasti bersih. &lt;br /&gt;Tak payah guna tin sembur cuci cermin cam jual &lt;br /&gt;di Yawata tu kerana ianya amat mahal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahan aktif Coke adalah phosphoric asid. Ia &lt;br /&gt;mempunyai pH 2.8. Ia boleh meleburkan sebatang &lt;br /&gt;paku dalam masa 4 hari. Kilang Perwaja/besi &lt;br /&gt;mesti suka ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asid tersebut juga menghakis kekuatan tulang &lt;br /&gt;belakang dan tulang lain dalam badan yang &lt;br /&gt;merupakan punca utama kearah penyakit &lt;br /&gt;osteoporosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila lihat lori yang membawa air sirap Coke dalam &lt;br /&gt;lori tangki,[ bukan lori yang bawa Coke siap dalam &lt;br /&gt;botol/tin] pasti dilengkapi dengan tanda &lt;br /&gt;amaran "Bahan Kimia Bahaya" atau"Bahan &lt;br /&gt;Penghakis : bahaya". Lori tangki itu juga diselaputi &lt;br /&gt;bahan penghakis hakisan untuk mengelak lori tu &lt;br /&gt;dihakis. . Tolong jangan letak/parking kereta &lt;br /&gt;berhampiran lori tangki yang ada tanda amaran tu, &lt;br /&gt;silap-silap tengah bawak kereta, putus 2 sebab &lt;br /&gt;hakisan/karat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para pengedar minuman Coke telah &lt;br /&gt;menggunakannya untuk mencuci bahagian enjin &lt;br /&gt;lori/trak mereka sejak 20 tahun. Wahh...mesti buat &lt;br /&gt;overhaul ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kandungan gulanya 18 sudu cawan teh satu tin &lt;br /&gt;Coke. Cuba try bancuh kopi/teh dengan 18 sudu &lt;br /&gt;gula tu kat rumah dan minum mesti termuntah tapi &lt;br /&gt;tambahkan citric asid, mesti muka tersenyum. &lt;br /&gt;Tambah pula dengan ais!. Wahh! Rasa cam &lt;br /&gt;minum Coke berperisa kopi. Asid tersebut akan &lt;br /&gt;bertindak terhadap lidah untuk memberi signal &lt;br /&gt;kepada otak bahawa air yang diminum tidak &lt;br /&gt;berapa manis. Lidah ngan otakpun kena tipu. &lt;br /&gt;Semua minuman ringan menggunakan asid yang &lt;br /&gt;sama. Tak kiralah Pepsi. 7-up, Drinho, Yeos, Milo, &lt;br /&gt;F&amp;N dll. Sama jer! Anak bapak dan Keluarga 69.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke membawa maksud dadah Cocaine. Asal &lt;br /&gt;minuman Coke adalah dicipta untuk meghilangkan &lt;br /&gt;rasa letih dan mengkhayalkan untuk para pekerja &lt;br /&gt;buruh. Cam candu masuk China dulu. Antara isi &lt;br /&gt;kandungannya adalah ekstrak dari daun coca &lt;br /&gt;[cocaine] dan kacang Cola. Tu yang mai perkataan &lt;br /&gt;CocaCola tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba rendamkan gigi [gigi yang patah ker tapi &lt;br /&gt;kalau nak rendam gigi dalam mulut tu pun boleh &lt;br /&gt;gak] dalam satu mangkuk Coke, pasti gigi tu &lt;br /&gt;hilang/lebur dalamasa 24-49 jam. Yang mana sakit &lt;br /&gt;gigi, try cara ni, kot-kot gigi tu bleh hilang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau anda tak suka minum kopi tapi suka sangat &lt;br /&gt;minum Coke, sama jer! Anda minum Caffein, &lt;br /&gt;bahan yang sama dalam 2 minuman tersebut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114429500271261978?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114429500271261978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114429500271261978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114429500271261978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114429500271261978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/04/coca-cola-bermanfaat-sekali.html' title='Coca-Cola: &apos;bermanfaat&apos; sekali!'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114429483606477861</id><published>2006-04-06T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:40:36.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cerpen: Amanah Pemergianmu</title><content type='html'>Matahari dengan perlahan menyembunyikan dirinya dan bulan mengambil tempatnya selari dengan sunnatullah alam..., khadijah melihat wajah mujahid dalam dakapannya..dan akhirnya Muhammad membuka matanya perlahan- perlahan. Menatapinya dengan sejuta sayang.  &lt;br /&gt;'Ummi..., malam ini Abi mungkin tak balik...'dia bersuara perlahan... &lt;br /&gt;'Ada kerja yea abi?' Dia mengangguk.. &lt;br /&gt;.. 'Semoga Allah meredhai abi..mengurniakan janjiNya dengan kesyahidan atau menang...! 'Doa khadijah sambil merenung buah hatinya yang sedang dalam dakapannya.  &lt;br /&gt;Malam ini, seperti malam-malam sebelumnya..dan sudah menjadi kebiasaannya.. dia perlu merelakan Muhammad tak menemaninya. Di tengah malam buta, tatkala para insan asyik dibuai mimpi, Khadijah menghantar kepergian mujahidnya dengan senyum dan untaian do'a. 'Jaga amanah kepergian abi yea, jaga calun mujahid kita'. Ucapnya seraya membelai perut isterinya yang mulai besar.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hingga saat ini, khadijah tak pernah tahu kerja Muhammad..yang pasti Khadijah yakin itu semua adalah sebahagian dari cita-citanya untuk mencari keredhaan Allah swt..dan dia akan senantiasa setia menjadi serikandi hidup mujahidnya.. menemaninya dalam tiap waktu. .duka dan tawa..  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Aaah..!'..dia terjerit kecil..perutnya mulai memulas-mulas..petanda mujahid kecil sudah tidak sabar terjah ke dunia luar ..Aduhhh..dia berehat sebentar..nafasnya turun naik..rasanya belum tiba masanya lagi..mujahid kecilnya baru 7 bulan dalam kandungannya..dia terduduk..kenangan lama mula menerjah ruang fikirannya...  &lt;br /&gt;terbayang sebuah episode silam..sebuah episod mengharukan..bagaimana ketika dia mula-mula dilamar oleh Muhammad... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sejak permusafiran itu, diam-diam dia sering berdo'a, semoga Allah memperkenankan hasratnya..menjadikan Muhammad sebagai teman hidupnya.. kali pertama terpana dengan kejujurannya, keberaniannya dan semangat jihad yang tersemat dalam dirinya..akhirnya ..betapa tuhan itu Maha penyayang..pemilik segala hati.. air matanya gugur tika mendapat khabar insan yang melamarnya memang sungguh Muhammad..dan katanya yang hingga ke saat ini jauh tersemat di lubuk hatinya... 'ana memilih enti kerana agama enti, jadi kekalkanlah agama enti sebagai perhiasan peribadi enti..'.. 'wahai khadijah, telah berlalu waktu tidur.' Allah memberi dia lebih dari apa yang diminta. Lalu dia terus menangis dan tersenyum..ada keharuan disitu..kerana doanya dimakbulkan..dipertemukan dengan mujahidnya dengan suatu perasaan yang amat halus dan tulus..kerana landasannya taqwa..maka ia kudus..  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'krinnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggg'..deringan telefon mematikan lenanya..entah bila dia terlelap.. khadijah mengesat sisa air mata yg berbaki di wajahnya..lantas bergegas mengangkat telefon.. &lt;br /&gt;'Assalamualaikum wr wbt..ukht khadijah..'  &lt;br /&gt;...'....akh Muhammad di tahan askar-askar rejim Zionis ketika perarakan di hebrun..' &lt;br /&gt;nada syeikh faisal perlahan..tp cukup jelas.. &lt;br /&gt;'syukran syeikh...' nadanya hampir tidak terkawal, tapi ditahan semahunya..sukar untuk menerima kenyataan..'abi..abi..'  &lt;br /&gt;Detik itu, hanya Allah sandaran utama..hatinya merusuh dan meronta-ronta. Diusap perutnya perlahan..tangannya digenggam kuat! Padu! 'akan umi tuntut bela abi..tunggulah kelahiran mujahid kecil ini!' &lt;br /&gt;'umi mesti tabah'..itu pesan abi setiap kali keluar melaksanakan tugasnya..  &lt;br /&gt;Dia amat benci dengan Yahudi. Perangai mereka pun tidak pernah berubah  &lt;br /&gt;sejak dahulu. sangat tamak. Suka menindas. Memang wajarlah mereka dilaknat di dalam al-Quran.  &lt;br /&gt;Dia tertunduk...melihat sekitar pondok kecilnya...inilah 'syurga' yang selama ini menjadi tempat dia menabur pahala dan amal bersama Muhammad. Gerak bibirnya mengisyaratkan doa dan pengharapan yang dipanjatkan pada Maha Berbuat Sesuatu..  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Wahai org yg berselimut, bangunlah mendirikan solat dimalam hari kecuali sedikit waktu darinya. Iaitu separuh malam atau kurangkan sedikit darinya, atau tambahkannya dari separuh dan bacalah al-Quran itu dgn bacaan yg teliti. Sesungguhnya kami akan turunkan kepadamu firman2 yg berat. Sesungguhnya bangun beribadat di waktu malam itu adalah lebih memenatkan dan lebih jelas bacaannya.'&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Khadijah berwudhu dan kemudian solat dua rakaat..... sambil mengusir bayang-bayang Muhammad bersama doanya semoga Allah memberinya keputusan yang terbaik.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Dakwah dan jihad tidak mempercepatkan ajal, (begitu juga sebaliknya, duduk relaks tanpa dakwah tidak akan melambatkan ajal) tetapi dakwah dan jihad akan mengangkat daei ke syurga Firdaus. &lt;br /&gt;Sekiranya seseorang muslim itu tidak mahu bergabung bersama dengan Imam Ahmad atau pewaris Imam Ahmad pada hari ini dan dia duduk sahaja kerana uzur atau seolah-olah ada uzur, maka dia disepatutnya merasa sedih. Paling kurang dia sepatutnya mencela dirinya sendiri kerana tidak bersama-sama dalam gerombolan daei di siksa.'  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2 bulan telah berlalu...dan di tengah kepekatan malam, tatkala para insan asyik dibuai mimpi, khadijah terus memanjatkan doa.. air matanya beruraian....berharap agar insan yang terlalu dicintainya pulang...sedu sedan hanyut dalam khusyuknya...sekali sekala sakitnya mencucuk..menganggu ketenangan malam..dan akhirnya..sudah tak tertahan lagi...masanya sudah tiba...  &lt;br /&gt;khadijah pasrah dengan ketentuan Allah. Dalam saat-saat yang amat genting itu, dia teringat bahawa abi berpesan melahirkan jundinya dalam keadaan sedang menghafal Qur'an...dan ketenangan menyelubungi dirinya.... dia mula mengulang hafalannya di tengah kesakitan yang amat sangat..dia ingat juga kata-kata abi di suatu senja... 'ummi...permulaan jalan ini mudah, kemudian datanglah peringkat duka cita. ...permulaannya dengan mengorbankan kegembiraan, pertengahannya mengorbankan nyawa...'  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dia telah memasrahkan seluruh hidupnya pada allah..tangannya menggigil dan peluh mula memercik...... .ingatannya pada abi terlalu kuat tika itu...namun digagahkan dirinya..dia pasrah...abi tinggalkan umi dengan Allah dan Rasulnya..itu kata abi..dia ingat lagi...  &lt;br /&gt;'Abi akan tinggalkan umi dan anak kita ini dengan siapa?' &lt;br /&gt;'Berpisah dgn umi bukanlah sesuatu yg mudah pada hati Abi kerana itu perpisahan itu terlalu berat..namun panggilan dari Allah lebih kuat dari itu, ummi..Doakan di syurga kita tidak akan berpisah selama-lamanya...Abi tinggalkan umi dengan Allah dan rasulnya!'..  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tangis merdu seorang mujahid yang baru hadir ke dunia memecah ketenangan malam... .. didekatkan telinga mujahid kecilnya agar jika Allah menghendaki sesuatu... biarlah mujahidnya juga dalam keadaan sedang mendengar alunan ayat-ayat Allah Ta' ala. 'Selamat datang wahai jundullah kecil, engkau lahir tanpa abi disisimu yg pergi berjuang melawan thoghut…. Mudah-mudahan suatu ketika engkau dapat menumpas para thogut durjana itu. Insya Allah ummi akan menjadikan rumah kita sebagai kandang bagi singa-singa Allah. bukannya kandang bagi ayam-ayam yang mudah disembelih oleh para thogut'...  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dibelai mujahid kecil lalu dia mengesot perlahan-lahan..tanpa siapapun menemani...dia menguruskan mujahidnya sendirian....alunan ayat alquran yg keluar dari bibirnya menenangkan hatinya dan mengurangkan sakitnya...hanya Allah yang tahu tika itu perasaannya..diazankan mujahidnya.... 'aah..mujahidku...andainya abi ada..' dia menangis lagi... 'astagfirullah'..dia terus mengesat air matanya..cuba ditahan agar tidak terus tumpah..dia mesti tabah..dia kan serikandi jihad abi...diletakkan mujahidnya ditepi lantas terus mengambil wudhu'..berdoa dan solat..itulah rutinnya kini tika kesihatannya menghalang dia utk kemana-mana..keadaan keselamatan juga amat membimbangkan...dan khadijah terus hanyut dalam kesyahduan solatnya...doanya agar abi diberi keputusan yg terbaik...rindunya sudah tak tertahan lagi.... begitu rindu, kerinduan yg terbayang..rindu mendengar alunan ayat suci dari suaranya yg merdu..terlalu rindu abi menemaninya ketika qiamullail ..rindu..rindu..yg mengoyak hati...  &lt;br /&gt;Apakah manusia itu mengira bahwa mereka dibiarkan (saja) mengatakan: Kami telah beriman, sedang mereka tidak diuji lagi?(Al-Ankabut: 2) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Allah tahu isi hatinya..dan Allah pasti mebalas kesabaran hambanya yang soleh..dan tanpa diduga..bunyi pintu terkuak... 'Assalamualaikum wr wbt ummi...'  &lt;br /&gt;'Abiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii....'  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;betapa indahnya merasa susah kerana Allah..merasa rindu kerana Allah...dicerca kerana Allah..dihina kerana Allah..menangis kerana Allah!..hanya kerana kita berpegang teguh pada jalan Allah...  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;........................................ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam suatu hadih Qudsi, rasulullah telah bersabda :ertinya: &lt;br /&gt;(Allah telah berfirman): &lt;strong&gt;'sesungguhnya sudahlah terlaksana kasihku terhadap terhadap org yg berkasih sayang krnku, dan sudahlah terlaksana kasihKu terhadap mereka yg saling bekorban keranaKu dan sudahlah terlaksana kasihKu terhadap mereka yg bersahabat keranaKu...'  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114429483606477861?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114429483606477861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114429483606477861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114429483606477861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114429483606477861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/04/cerpen-amanah-pemergianmu.html' title='cerpen: Amanah Pemergianmu'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114382218629271606</id><published>2006-04-01T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:25:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scd.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/161007704"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://scd.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/161007704" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Throughout life comes good, comes bad &lt;br /&gt;Things make us happy and make us sad &lt;br /&gt;People give out love, but also hate &lt;br /&gt;Those that share love are closest mates &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times in life we feel unappreciated &lt;br /&gt;And that all people are filled with hatred &lt;br /&gt;We could hold grudges but what are they worth &lt;br /&gt;Feelings of bitterness whilst we live on this earth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget the mistakes people make &lt;br /&gt;We’ve all fallen guilty to giving less then we take &lt;br /&gt;Share love, laughter and positive feelings &lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to see that life is worth living&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114382218629271606?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114382218629271606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114382218629271606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114382218629271606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114382218629271606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/04/smile.html' title='smile!'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114286742909643980</id><published>2006-03-20T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:10:29.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thE eNd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early in the morning at four,&lt;br /&gt;When death knocked upon a bedroom door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is there? The sleeping one cried.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Malkul Mawt, let me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At once, the man began to shiver,&lt;br /&gt;As one sweating in deadly fever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouted to his sleeping wife,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let him take away my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go away, O Angel of Death!&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family on me depends,&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance, O please prepense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel knocked again and again,&lt;br /&gt;Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis your soul Allah requires,&lt;br /&gt;I come not with my own desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered, the man began to cry,&lt;br /&gt;O Angel I'm so afraid to die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you gold and be your slave,&lt;br /&gt;Don't send me to the unlit grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,&lt;br /&gt;Open the door; get up from your bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not allow me in,&lt;br /&gt;I will walk through it, like a Jinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man held a gun in his right hand,&lt;br /&gt;Ready to defy the Angel's stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll point my gun, towards your head,&lt;br /&gt;You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the Angel was in the room,&lt;br /&gt;Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish man, Angels never die,&lt;br /&gt;Put down your gun and do not sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,&lt;br /&gt;To die according to Allah's plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come smile at me, do not be grim,&lt;br /&gt;Be Happy to return to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Angel! I bow my head in shame,&lt;br /&gt;I had no time to take Allah's Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,&lt;br /&gt;Not even caring for my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah's command I never obeyed,&lt;br /&gt;Nor five times a day I ever prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,&lt;br /&gt;But no time had I to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hajj was already FARD on me,&lt;br /&gt;But I would not part with my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All charities I did ignore,&lt;br /&gt;Taking usury more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine,&lt;br /&gt;With flirting women I sat to dine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Angel! I appeal to you,&lt;br /&gt;Spare my life for a year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Laws of Quran I will obey,&lt;br /&gt;I'll begin SALAT this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,&lt;br /&gt;And keep away from self-conceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will refrain from usury,&lt;br /&gt;And give all my wealth to charity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine and wenches I will detest,&lt;br /&gt;Allah's oneness I will attest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Angels do what Allah demands,&lt;br /&gt;We cannot go against His commands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is ordained for everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Father, mother, daughter or son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid this moment is your last,&lt;br /&gt;Now be reminded, of your past,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do understand your fears,&lt;br /&gt;But it is now too late for tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lived in this world, two score and more,&lt;br /&gt;Never did you, your people adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents, you did not obey,&lt;br /&gt;Hungry beggars, you turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,&lt;br /&gt;In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making more Muslims,&lt;br /&gt;You made your children non-Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,&lt;br /&gt;Nor did you read the Holy Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking promises all your life,&lt;br /&gt;Backbiting friends, and causing strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From hoarded goods, great profits you made,&lt;br /&gt;And your poor workers, you underpaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses and cards were your leisure,&lt;br /&gt;Moneymaking was your pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ate vitamins and grew more fat,&lt;br /&gt;With the very sick, you never sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pint of blood you never gave,&lt;br /&gt;Which could a little baby save?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Human, you have done enough wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You bought good properties for a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the farmers appealed to you,&lt;br /&gt;You did not have mercy, tis true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise for you? I cannot tell,&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no time for you to repent,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your soul for which I am sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending however, is very sad,&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the man became mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a cry, he jumped out of bed,&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, he fell down dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Reader! Take moral from here,&lt;br /&gt;You never know, your end may be near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your living and make amends&lt;br /&gt;For heaven, on your deeds depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this poem inspires you,&lt;br /&gt;It can help someone too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114286742909643980?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114286742909643980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114286742909643980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114286742909643980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114286742909643980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/03/end.html' title='thE eNd...'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114286578469099035</id><published>2006-03-20T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:43:04.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teka teki Imam Al-Ghazali</title><content type='html'>Suatu  hari,  Imam  Al-Ghazali  berkumpul dengan murid-muridnya lalu beliau bertanya beberapa soalan berupa Teka-Teki, antaranya;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan Pertama:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ghazali = &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Apakah yang paling dekat dengan diri kita di dunia ini ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid 1 = " Orang tua "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 2 = " Guru "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 3 = " Teman "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 4 = " Kaum kerabat "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawab Imam Ghazali = " Semua jawaban itu benar Tetapi yang paling dekat&lt;br /&gt;dengan kita ialah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MATI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sebab itu janji Allah bahawa setiap yang bernyawa pasti akan mati" ( Surah&lt;br /&gt;Ali-Imran :185).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan Kedua:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ghazali = &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Apakah yang paling jauh dari kita di dunia ini?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Murid 1 = " Negeri Cina "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 2 = " Bulan "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 3 = " Matahari "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 4 = " Bintang-bintang "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawab Imam Ghazali = " Semua jawaban itu benar Tetapi yang paling benar&lt;br /&gt;adalah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MASA LALU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimanapun kita, apapun kenderaan kita, tetap kita tidak akan dapat&lt;br /&gt;kembali ke masa yang lalu.&lt;br /&gt;Oleh sebab itu kita harus menjaga hari ini, hari esok dan hari-hari yang akan datang dengan perbuatan yang sesuai dengan ajaran Agama".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan Ketiga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Imam Ghazali = &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Apa yang paling besar didunia ini ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid 1 = " Gunung "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 2 = " Matahari "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 3 = " Bumi "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 4 = " Laut "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawab Imam Ghazali == " Semua jawaban itu benar, tapi yang besar sekali adalah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAWA NAFSU&lt;/span&gt; (Surah Al A'raf: 179).&lt;br /&gt;Maka kita harus hati-hati dengan nafsu kita, jangan sampai nafsu kita membawa ke neraka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan Keempat:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ghazali = &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Apa yang paling berat didunia?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid 1 = " Batu "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 2 = " Besi "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 3 = " Gajah "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 4 = " Emas "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawab Imam Ghazali == "Semua itu benar, tapi yang paling berat adalah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MEMEGANG AMANAH&lt;/span&gt; (Surah Al-Azab : 72 ).&lt;br /&gt;Tumbuh-tumbuhan,  binatang,  gunung,  dan malaikat semua tidak mampu ketika Allah  SWT  meminta mereka menjadi khalifah (pemimpin) di dunia ini. Tetapi manusia  dengan  sombongnya  berebut-rebut menyanggupi permintaan Allah SWT sehingga banyak manusia masuk ke neraka kerana gagal memegang amanah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan Kelima:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ghazali = &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Apa yang paling ringan di dunia ini?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid 1 = " Kapas"&lt;br /&gt;Murid 2 = " Angin "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 3 = " Debu "&lt;br /&gt;Murid 4 = " Daun-daun"&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ghazali == "Semua jawaban kamu itu benar, tapi yang paling ringan sekali didunia ini adalah &lt;strong&gt;MENINGGALKAN SOLAT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gara-gara pekerjaan kita atau urusan dunia, kita tinggalkan solat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soalan Keenam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ghazali = &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Apa yang paling tajam sekali didunia ini?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid - Murid dengan serentak menjawab = " Pedang "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawab Imam Ghazali ="Itu benar, tapi yang paling tajam sekali didunia&lt;br /&gt;ini adalah &lt;strong&gt;LIDAH MANUSIA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kerana melalui lidah, manusia dengan mudahnya menyakiti hati dan melukai perasaan saudaranya sendiri".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114286578469099035?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114286578469099035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114286578469099035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114286578469099035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114286578469099035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/03/teka-teki-imam-al-ghazali.html' title='Teka teki Imam Al-Ghazali'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114128795351006321</id><published>2006-03-02T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:25:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See the mercy of Allah on us?</title><content type='html'>A man woke up early in order to pray the Fajr prayer in the masjid. He got dressed, made his aboloution and was on his way to the masjid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his way to the masjid, the man fell and his clothes got dirty. He got up, brushed himself off, and headed home. At home, he changed his clothes, made his aboloution, and was, again, on his way to the masjid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time, On his way to the masjid, he fell again and at the same spot! He, again, got up, brushed himself off and headed home. At home he, once again, changed his clothes, made his aboloution and was on his way to the masjid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his way 3rd time to the masjid, he met a man holding a lamp. He asked the man of his identity and the man replied "I saw you fall twice on your way to the masjid, so I brought a lamp so I can light your way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man thanked him profusively and the two where on their way to the masjid. Once at the masjid, the first man asked the man with the lamp to come in and pray Fajr with him. The second man refused. The first man asked him a couple more times and, again, the answer was the same. The first man asked him why he did not wish to come in and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied "I am Satan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was shocked at this reply. Satan went on to explain, "I saw you on your way to the masjid and it was I who made you fall. When you went home, cleaned yourself and went back on your way to the masjid, Allah forgave all of your sins. I made you fall a second time, and even that did not encourage you to stay home, but rather, you went back on your way to the masjid. Because of that, Allah forgave all the sins of the people of your household. I was afraid if i made you fall one more time, then Allah will forgive the sins of the people of your village, so I made sure that you reached the masjid safely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So do not let Satan benefit from his actions. Do not put off a good that you intended to do as you never know how much reward you might recieve from the hardships you encounter while trying to achieve that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114128795351006321?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114128795351006321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114128795351006321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114128795351006321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114128795351006321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/03/see-mercy-of-allah-on-us.html' title='See the mercy of Allah on us?'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114128767905717221</id><published>2006-03-02T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:33:33.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syurga di bawah telapak kaki ibu ...</title><content type='html'>Dari catatan seorang teman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa bulan yang lalu hati saya tiba-tiba rasa berdebar, cemas, bimbang dan runsing. Perasaan itu datang bukan sekali dua malah terlalu kerap. Ketika memandu pun saya turut diserang rasa yang demikian. Saya cuba dapatkan nasihat doktor. Doktor kata takde apa-apa. Hairan juga..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sewaktu balik ke kampung, saya bertemu dengan guru mengaji Quran. Saya ceritakan perkara yang saya alami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mungkin ada buat silap dengan mak kot. Cuba check,"katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tersandar seketika. Insiden apakah yang boleh membuatkan saya diuji sebegini rupa? Puas saya memikirkannya. Seingat saya, walau ke mana saya hendak pergi dan apa yang saya nak buat, tak pernah saya lupa memberitahu mak. Meminta maaf memang saya jadikan kebiasaan dalam diri. Saya balik ke rumah mak, lalu saya ceritakan peristiwa yang saya alami itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pohon padanya, "Mama, Sabri nak tanya dari hati ke hati, adakah Sabri pernah buat dosa dengan mama yang mama tak ampunkan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak ada apa-apa. Mama restu dengan apa yang Sabri buat sekarang ini." Emak menjawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya masih tak puas hati. Esoknya saya tanya lagi. Mama masih menjawab,"Tak ada apa-apa". Saya masih tidak puas hati lagi. Malam itu saya munajat dengan Tuhan minta Allah tunjukkan jalan kebenaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ketiganya dalam keadaan berteleku, saya mengadap mama sekali lagi. Mama ketika itu sedang berehat di sofa. Saya pandang wajah mama, saya genggam erat tangannya erat-erat, "Mama, Sabri pohon sekali lagi, tolonglah mama luahkan apa yang terbuku di hati mama. Sabri tahu sabri ada buat salah, tapi mama tak nak bagitau." Airmata sudah membasahi pipi. "Tak ada apa-apa" Tingkah mama semula. Dalam keluhan yang dalam, ibu tua seakan mahu bersuara tapi terdiam kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya dia bersuara. "Sabri ada satu kisah yang mama susah nak lupakan dan sesekali ingatan itu datang akan membuatkan hati mama terluka. Kadang-kadang ketika membasuh pinggan, mama boleh menangis tersedu-sedu mengenangkan peristiwa itu. Lukanya amat dalam, masih berbekas hingga sekarang." Saya terkedu. Mama menyambung, "Sabri tentu inagt arwah ayah meninggal ketika adik masih kecil. Tanggungan kita ketika itu sangat berat. Duit pencen ayah memang sedikit dan tak cukup nak tampung hidup kita, Sabri ingat tak?" Mama mula menangis. Saya tunduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Selepas SPM Sabri ditawarkan menjadi guru sandaran, wang hasil titik peluh Sabri tu mama gunakan untuk perbelanjaan adik-adik. Satu hari Sabri bagitau mama Sabri nak melanjutkan pelajaran. Mama merayu supaya hajat itu ditangguhkan dulu sebab kita kesempitan wang dan minta Sabri terus bekerja. Berkali-kali Sabri minta dan merayu pada mama nak sambung belajar juga. Akhirnya mama terpaksa melepaskan Sabri belajar dalam hati yang penuh&lt;br /&gt;terpaksa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya benar-benar terkejut. Mama menyambung lagi, "Cuba bayangkan ketika itu kalau mama tak izinkan Sabri pergi, mama rasa Sabri tetap berkeras pergi juga. Dan perginya Sabri ketika itu adalah sebagai anak derhaka!" Saya meraung sepuas-puasnya, terjelepuk lembik di pangkuan mama. "Mulai hari ini mama ampunkan semua dosa Sabri. Adik-adik pun dah berjaya. Segala yang terbuku di hati dah habis mama luahkan. Mama harap mama dapat mengadap tuhan dengan hati yang tenang." Ungkapan terakhir mama terasa bagaikan air sungai jernih yang mengalir sejuk ke seluruh urat saraf saya seakan membasuh dosa yang lalu. Badan saya terasa ringan yang amat sangat. Syukur kepada Allah hati saya kembali tenang. Terasa kerja-kerja yang dibuat semakin dibantu Allah. Sejak peristiwa itu saya selalu berpesan kepada anak-anak, ahli keluarga dan kawan-kawan agar bersihkan hubungan hati kita dengan ibu kerana ia sebagai jambatan menuju ke syurga. Saya yeng terlibat dalam program motivasi turut menceritakan pengalaman saya ini kepada peserta kursus. Bukan niat di hati untuk berbangga tapi apa yang saya harapkan semua orang dapat berbuat baik dengan ibu, demi kebaikan didunia dan di akhirat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari selepas selesai menyampaikan ceramah di sebuah kem motivasi, saya dicuit oleh seorang pegawai lelaki yang sudah melewati usia 40-an. "En Sabri, bulan depan telefon saya." Saya kehairanan. Dari sumber yang diketahui, penganjur program memaklumkan lelaki tersebut mengambil cuti seminggu untuk pulang kek kampung. Sebulan kemudian saya menghubunginya dengan telefon."En Sabri terima kasih banyak-banyak kerana mengingatkan saya tempoh hari. Kalau tidak saya tak tahulah nasib saya." Suara lelaki itu seakan sebak. Saya bagaikan berteka-teki dengannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut ceritanya, selepas program tersebut dia terus pulang ke kampung menziarahi ibunya yang sudah terlalu uzur dan sudah sekian lama tidak juga dijengah bertanyakan khabar berita. Sampai di kampung ibu yang uzur itu dipeluk dan dicium. Ibu tua itu kehairanan kerana selama ini si anak tidak pernah berbuat demikian. Dalam tangisan yang penuh syahdu si anak memhon ampun dan maaf di atas segala silapnya selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Syukur kamu dah insaf. Selama hari ini kamu tidak pernah meminta maaf bersunguh-sungguh. Kamu mungkin jadi nak derhaka kalau mak tak ampunkan dosa kamu yang satu ini. Umur mak dah 80 tahun. Selama 50 tahun mak memendam rasa. Dosa yang lain mak boleh ampunkan, tapi dosa yang satu ini mak rasa sungguh berat dan amat tersinggung. Mak terlalu sedih anak yang mak kandung sembilan bulan, anak yang mak kenyangkan perutnya dengan air susu mak ini sanggup mengherdik mak dengan kata-kata 'órang tua bodoh. Tak ada otak'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita lelaki itu, satu hari dia meminta ibunya membasuh sehelai seluar yang berjenama, dibeli hasil duit gaji pertamanya. Seluar itu terlalu kotor lalu si ibu merendamnya dengan peluntur. Mak gosok dan lipat. Beberapa hari kemudian dia mencari seluar itu untuk dipakai bekerja, malangnya seluar mahal itu didapati telah bersopak-sopak warnanya. Lalu dia yang berdarah muda menjadi berang, mengherdik si ibu, "Hei, orang tua bodoh! Tak ada otak ker? Buta ker? Seluar n! ih mahal tau!!" Akhirnya dosa si anak diampunkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daripada kedua-dua cerita ini dapatlah kita membuat kesimpulan bahawa di sebalik ungkapan 'tak ada apa-apa' dari mulut seorang ibu mungkin ada tersimpan 'apa-apa' yang sangat memilukan hati ibu, akibat tingkah laku atau tutur kata kita yang menyinggung hatinya. Jagalah hati ibu, dan sentiasa minta mereka doakan kesejahteraan hidup kita. Sesungguhnya doa dari seorang ibu sangat makbul. "..dan hendaklah kamu berbuat baik dengan sesungguhnya&lt;br /&gt;kepada ibu bapa.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sesungguhnya Allah itu tidak suka kepada orang yang sombong dengan perbuatannya, sombong dengan perkataannya." An-Nisa':36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** AMBIL IKTIBAR DAM PEDOMAN DR CERITA DIATAS....SESUNGGUHNYA SYURGA DI BAWAH TELAPAK KAKI IBU....RASA INSAF BILA MENGHAYATINYA DAN BERSYUKUR KITA MASIH MASIH MEMPUNYAI IBU DAN BAPA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114128767905717221?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114128767905717221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114128767905717221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114128767905717221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114128767905717221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/03/syurga-di-bawah-telapak-kaki-ibu.html' title='syurga di bawah telapak kaki ibu ...'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114128760040105179</id><published>2006-03-02T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:20:00.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Husband Store.</title><content type='html'>A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may visit the store ONLY ONCE ! There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch . . . .you may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads: Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop dead good looking and help with the housework. "Oh, mercy me!"she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads: Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak. She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - &lt;strong&gt;You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor.&lt;/strong&gt; This floor exists solely as proof that &lt;em&gt;women are impossible to please&lt;/em&gt;. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send this to all men for a good laugh and to all the women who can handle the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** HAHAHAHAHAHA...so funny! i laughed when i first read this email. and cant help grinning like an idiot whenever i read it again! =D **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114128760040105179?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114128760040105179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114128760040105179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114128760040105179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114128760040105179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/03/husband-store.html' title='The Husband Store.'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114128716145160341</id><published>2006-03-02T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:12:41.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalih remaja yang berCINTA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;--- Kami hanya berbual-bual, berbincang, bertanya khabar, minum2 di kafe.---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-Adakah itu menghampiri zina?-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ya,perbuatan itu boleh menjerumuskan pelakunya ke lembah penzinaan.Kami dapat mengawal perasaan dan kami tidak berniat ke arah itu. Hari ini ya.Esok mungkin kamu kecundang.Iblis akan memerangkap kamu.Iblis amat berpengalaman dan tipu dayanya sangat halus.Ia telah menipu moyang kita yang pertama,Adam dan Hawa.Iblis amat licik.Ingat,pesanan Rasulullah :Janganlah engkau bersendirian dengan seorang wanita kecuali yang ketiganya ,syaitan (Tabrani).Kita lemah menghadapi tipu daya Iblis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Tidak semestinya semua orang bercinta menjurus kepada penzinaan. Ada yang bercinta dalam telefon dan hantar SMS sahaja. Tidak pernah bersua muka pun!--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Betul .Tetapi itu adalah salah satu yang dimaksudkan dengan menghampiri zina. Memang pada awalnya tidak bersua muka. Tapi perasaan pasti bergelora,lambat laun desakan nafsu dan perasaan serta hasutan Iblis akan mengheret kepada suatu pertemuan. Pertemuan pertamatidak akan terhenti disitu sahaja.Percayalah, ia akan berlanjutan. Tidakkah itu boleh membawa kepada perzinaan akhirnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Takkan nak berbual-bual pun tak boleh? Itupun zina ke?--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Zina ada bermacam-macam jenis dan peringkatnya, ada zina betul, ada zina tangan iaitu berpegang-pegangan, ada zina mata iaitu melihat kekasih dengan perasaan berahi. Zina hati iaitu dengan khayalan berahi dengan kekasih sepertimana yang digambarkan oleh Rasulullah:Kedua-dua tangan juga berzina dan zinanya adalah menyentuh. Kedua kaki juga berzina dan zinanya menuju ke tempat pertemuan. Mulut juga berzina dan zinanya adalah ciuman (muslim dan Abu Daud).Sebenarnya jalan menuju kepadaperzinaan amat banyak. Jangan biarkan diri kita melalui mana-mana jalan perzinaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Duduk berdiskusi pelajaran tak boleh ke? Bincang pelajaran sahaja!*(bagi kes belajar berdua-duaan SAHAJA)*--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Berdiskusi pelajaran, betul ke? Jangan tipu. Allah tahu apa yang terselit di dalam hati hamba- hambaNya. Kita belajar nak keberkatan.Kalau cemerlang sekalipun, kalau tidak diberkati oleh Allah, kejayaan tidak akan membawa kebahagiaan. Hidup di dunia tidak bahagia,akhirat lagi lah.Jangan berselindung disebalik pelajaran yang mulia. Allah suka kepada orang berilmu. Jadi belajar hendaklah ikut batas dan ketentuan Allah.Belajar akan jadi ibadat. Adakah berdiskusi macam ni akan ditulis oleh malaikat Raqib dan Atid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Sungguh! Bincang pelajaran sahaja. Ni Study Group.*(bagi kes berdua-duaan SAHAJA)--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Study Group...? nampak lain macam saja, manja,senyum memanjang, tak macam gaya berdiskusi.Takkan study group berdua sahaja? Kemana-manapun berdua. Kalau ye pun, carilah group study ramai sikit. Kalau duduk berdua-duaan macam ni...betul ke bincang pelajaran?Jangan- jangan sekejap saja bincang pelajaran,yang lain tu... banyak masa dihabiskan dengan fantasi cinta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Tidaklah. Sungguh berbincang pelajaran.--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Baik sungguh awak berdua. Takkanlah awak berdua tak ada perasaan apa-apa? Awak kurang sihat ke? Ingat, kita bukan malaikat, tak ada nafsu. Kita manusia. Jangan menafikan fitrah manusia. Kita ada nafsu, ada keinginan. Itulah manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Kami berdua sama-sama belajar, study group, saling memberi semangat dan motivasi.--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tak adakah kaum sejenis yang boleh dijadikan rakan belajar? Habis sudahkah kaum sejenis yang boleh memberikan motivasi? Jangan hina kaum sejenis kita. Ingat, banyak orang cemerlang yang belajar hanya dengan kaum sejenis. Lebih tenang perasaan, tidak terganggu, dapat berkat dan rahmat pula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--takkanlah tak ada langsung ruang yang dibenarkan dalam Islam untuk bercinta? Adakah Islam membunuh terus naluri cinta?--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Naluri adalah sebahagian daripada kesempurnaan kejadian manusia. Naluri ingin memiliki dan suka kalau dimiliki (sense of belonging) adalah fitrah.Kalau naluri itu tidak wujud pada diri seseorang,tak normal namanya. Islam bukan datang membunuh naluri dan keinginan itu, tidak! Islam tidak suruh membunuh naluri seperti yang dilakukan oleh para paderi atau sami. Jangan nafikan naluri ini. Jangan berbohong pada diri sendiri. Bukan salah dan berdosa kalau perasaan itu datang tanpa diundang. Itu adalah fitrah. Cuma tudukkan naluri itu untuk patuh pada perintah Allah. Jadilah manusia yang sihat nalurinya.Jangan jadi malaikat! Kerana Allah jadikan kita sebagai manusia.Dunia dan segala isinya akan hambar tanpa naluri atau nafsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Tentu ada cinta secara Islam.--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cinta secara Islam hanya satu, iaitu perkahwinan.Cinta berlaku setelah ijab kabul, cinta selepas kahwin. Itulah cinta sacral dan qudus. Cinta yang bermaruah. Bukan cinta murahan. Inilah kemuliaan Islam. Apabila Islam menegah sesuatu perkara,tentu ia gantikan dengan sesuatu yang lebih baik.Jika ia menegah cinta antara lelaki dan perempuan sebelum kahwin, ia membawa perkahwinan sebagai ganti yang lebih baik.Sabda Rasulullah :Tidak ada yang lebih patut bagi dua orang yang saling mencintai kecuali nikah. (Ibnu Majah).Cinta adalah maruah manusia. Ia telalu mulia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Kalau begitu, cinta remaja semua menghampiri kepada penzinaan?--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ya, kalau lelaki dan perempuan bertemu tentu perasaan turut terusik. Kemudian perasaan dilayan. Kemudian teringat, rindu. Kemudian diatur pertemuan. Kemudian duduk berdua dua.Kemudian mencari tempat sunyi sedikit.Kemudian berbual panjang sehingga malam gelap.Hubungan makin akrab, dah berani pegang tangan,duduk makin dekat. Kalau tadi macam kawan,sekarang macam pengantin baru semalam bukankah mereka semakin hampir dengan penzinaan? Berapa ramai orang yang bercinta telah sampai kepada daerah penzinaan dan kesengsaraan. Kasihanilah diri dan ibu bapa yang melahirkan kita dalam keadaan putih bersih tanpa noda daripada seekor nyamuk sekalipun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Masih ramai orang yang bercinta tetapi tetap selamat tidak sampai berzina. Kami tahan diuji.--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Allah yang menciptakan manusia, Dia tahu kekuatan dan kelemahan manusia. Manusia tidak tahan ujian. Oleh itu Allah memerintahkan supaya jauhi perkara yang ditegah takut manusia akankecundang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Jadi manusia itu tidak tahan diuji?--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kita manusia dari keturunan Adam dan Hawa,sejak dari awal penciptaan manusia. Allah takdirkan satu peristiwa untuk iktibar manusia.Allah tegah Adam dan Hawa supaya tidak memakan buah khuldi dalam syurga. Buah yang lain boleh makan. Allah tahu kelemahanpada ciptaan manusia. Tidak tahan diuji.Oleh itu, Allah berpesan kepada Adam dan Hawa, jangan menghampiri pokok khuldi itu. Firman Allah:Wahai Adam! Tinggallah engkau dan isterimu di dalam syurga serta makanlah dari makanannya sepuas-puasnya apa yang kamu sukai, dan janganlah kamu hampiri pokok ini.(jika kamu menghampirinya)maka kamu adalah orang-orang yang zalim(al-Araf:19). Tegahan yang sebenarnya adalah memakan buah khuldi. Jika menghampiri perkara tegahan, takut nanti mereka akan memakannya. Demikianlah dengan zina. Ditegah berzina. Maka jalan ke arah penzinaan juga dilarang. Takut apabila berhadapan dengan godaan zina, kedua-duanya akan kecundang.Cukuplah kita belajar daripada pengalaman nenek moyang kita Adam dan Hawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Tetapi cinta selepas kahwin banyak masalah. Kita tak kenal pasangan kita secara dekat. Bercinta adalah untuk mengenal hati budi pasangan sebelum buat keputusan berkahwin.--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bolehkah percaya dengan perwatakan masa sedang bercinta? Bercinta penuh dengan lakonan yang dibuat-buat dan kepura-puraan. Masing2 akan berlakon dengan watak terbaik.Penyayang, penyabar, pemurah dan berbagai-bagai lagi. Masa bercinta merajuk ada yang pujuk.Jangan harap lepas kahwin, bila merajuk akan ada yang pujuk. Banyak orang yang kecewa dan tertipu dengan keperibadian pasangan semasa bercinta. Perangai pasangan jauh berbeza. Macam langit dan bumi. Masa bercinta, dia seorang yang amat penyayang, penyabar, sabar tunggu pasangan terlambat sampai berjam-jam. Tapi biladah kahwin, lewat lima minit, dah kena tengking.Jadi, perwatakan dalam masa bercinta tidak boleh dipercayai. Percintaan adalah suatu kepuraan atau hipokrit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Percayalah, kami bercinta demi merancang kebahagian hidup nanti.--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bagaimana diharap kebahagiaan jika tidak mendapat redha Allah? Kebahagiaan adalahanugerah Allah kepada hamba-hambaNya yang terpilih. Kebahagiaan bukan ciptaan manusia. Manusia hanya merancang kebahagiaan. Allah yang menganugerahkannya.Bagaimana mendapat anugerah kebahagiaan itu,jika jalan mencapai kebahagiaan itu tidak diredhai Allah. Kebahagiaan hidup berumah tangga mestilah melalui proses yang betul. Sudah tentu prosesnya bukan bercinta begini, Allah tidak meredhai percintaan ini. Cinta yang diredhai Allah adalah cinta selepas kahwin. Bagaimana untuk mendapat keluarga yang bahagia jika langkah mula sudahpun canggung, bagaimana kesudahannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Tanya sikit,.. adik angkat, kakak angkat, abang angkat boleh ke? Ganti bercinta--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Semua itu adalah perangkap iblis dan syaitan.Hakikatnya adalah sama. Cinta yang diberi nafas baru. Kulitnya nampak berlainan, tetapi isinya adalah sama. Adik angkat, kakak angkat, abang angkat adalah suatu bentuk tipu daya iblis dan syaitan. Manusia yang terlibat dengan budaya angkat ini sebenarnya telah masuk dalam perangkap syaitan. Cuma menunggu masa untuk dikorbankan. Namakan apa nama sekalipun,abang angkat ke,motivator ke,semuanya adalah sama. Jalan akhirnya akan bertemu dengan zina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Jadi seolah-olah orang yang bercinta telah hilang maruah diri?--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mengukur maruah diri bukan ditentukan oleh manusia tetapi oleh Pencipta manusia.Orang yang sedang mabuk bercinta akan mengatakan orang yang bercinta tidak menjejaskan maruah dirinya.Manakala, bagi orang yang menjaga diri, tidak mahu terlibat dengan cinta sebelum kahwin, akan mengatakan orang yang bercinta sudah tidak bermaruah lagi. Cintanya ditumpahkan kepada orang yang belum layak menerima cinta suci.Kalau begitu ukuran bermaruah atau tidak adalah ditentukan oleh Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Adakah orang yang bercinta hilang maruah?--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Antara kemulian manusia adalah maruah dirinya.Orang yang bercinta seolah-olah cubamenggadaikan maruahnya kerana mereka menghampiri perzinaan. Manakala orang yang bercinta dan pernah berzina tidak layak berkahwin kecuali dengan orang yang pernah berzina. Allah berfirman:Lelaki yang berzina (lazimnya) tidak ingin berkahwin melainkan dengan perempuan yang berzina atau perempuan musyrik; dan perempuan yang berzina itu pula tidak ingin berkahwin dengan melainkan oleh lelaki yang berzina atau lelakimusyrik. Dan perkahwinan yang demikian itu terlarang kepada orang-orang yang beriman.(Surah An-Nur: 3). Jadi, orang yang pernah bercinta juga tidak sesuai untuk berkahwin dengan orang yang tidak pernah bercinta.Tidakkah itu suatu penghinaan dari Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Jadi orang yang bercinta hanya layak berkahwin dengan orang yang pernah bercinta juga?--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Itulah pasangan yang layak untuk dirinya. Kerana wanita yang baik adalah untuk lelaki yang baik.LeLaki yang baik untuk wanita yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Kami telah berjanji sehidup semati--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Apa ada pada janji cinta? Berapa banyak sudah janji cinta yang musnah? Lelaki, jangan diharap pada janji lelaki. Mereka hanya menunggu peluang keemasan sahaja. Habis madu, sepah dibuang.Pepatah itu diungkap kerana ia sering berulang sehingga menjadi pepatah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Si dia ini lain dari yang lain. Dia lelaki yang penyayang dan bertanggungjawab.--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tahukah hati budi lelaki? Sejahat mana lelaki,apabila ingin mengambil seseorang wanita sebagai isteri dan seterusnya menjadi ibu untuk anak-anaknya, dia akan memilih wanita yang baik.Tetapi untuk berseronok dan berfoya-foya, lelaki biasanya akan memilih perempuan murahan kerana ia suatu pelaburan yang menguntungkan.Itulah rahsia lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Jadi, perempuan yang bercinta, jatuh maruahnya pada pandangan lelaki?(tidak mengikut syariat)-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tentu. Mana ada orang lelaki yang normal suka pada barang yang second hand sedangkanbarang yang baru masih ada. Sesetengah mereka menggambarkan perempuan seperti kereta yang diletakkan di bilik pameran sahaja.Tapi ada orang yang boleh test drive. Ada pula yang kata;sekadar sepinggan mee goreng dan segelas sirap bandung, bawalah ke hulu, ke hilir. Sedihkan. Itulah hakikatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************************* Wallahu A'lam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114128716145160341?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114128716145160341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114128716145160341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114128716145160341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114128716145160341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/03/dalih-remaja-yang-bercinta.html' title='Dalih remaja yang berCINTA...'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114096665581700327</id><published>2006-02-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:43:40.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where to pray??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/solat1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/320/solat1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/solat2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/320/solat2.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/solat3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/320/solat3.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/solat4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/320/solat4.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/solat5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/320/solat13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/solat14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/320/solat14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114096665581700327?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114096665581700327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114096665581700327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114096665581700327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114096665581700327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-to-pray.html' title='where to pray??'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114096556427234562</id><published>2006-02-26T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:04:05.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobak, telur, dan kopi... Kita yg mana??</title><content type='html'>Cerita ini dibuat setelah 3 minggu mengkaji bahan2 tersebut utk perumpamaan dan marilah kita baca bersama... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Seorang anak mengeluh pada ayahnya mengenai kehidupannya dan bertanya mengapa hidup ini terasa begitu sukar dan menyakitkan baginya. Dia tidak tahu bagaimana untuk menghadapinya dan hampir menyerah kalah dalam kehidupan. Setiap kali satu masalah selesai, timbul pula masalah baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayahnya yang bekerja sebagai tukang masak membawa anaknya itu ke dapur. Dia mengisi tiga buah periuk dengan air dan menjerangkannya diatas api. Setelah air didalam ketiga periuk tersebut mendidih, dia memasukkan lobak merah didalam periuk pertama, telur dalam periuk kedua dan serbuk kopi dalam periuk terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia membiarkannya mendidih tanpa berkata-kata. Si anak tertanya-tanya dan menunggu dengan tidak sabar sambil memikirkan apa yang sedang dilakukan oleh ayahnya. Setelah 20 minit, si ayah mematikan api. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia menyisihkan lobak dan menaruhnya dalam mangkuk, mengangkat telur dan meletakkannya dalam mangkuk yang lain dan menuangkan kopi di mangkuk lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scd.mm-c1.yimg.com/image/1283068498"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://scd.mm-c1.yimg.com/image/1283068498" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu dia bertanya kepada anaknya, "Apa yang kau lihat, nak?" "Lobak, telur dan kopi", jawab si anak. Ayahnya meminta anaknya merasa lobak itu. Dia melakukannya dan berasa bahawa lobak itu sedap dimakan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayahnya meminta mengambil telur itu dan memecahkannya. Setelah membuang kulitnya, dia dapati sebiji telur rebus yang isinya sudah keras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir, ayahnya meminta untuk merasa kopi. Dia tersenyum ketika meminum kopi dengan aromanya yang wangi. Setelah itu, si anak bertanya, "Apa erti semua ini, ayah?" Ayah menerangkan bahawa ketiga-tiga bahan itu telah menghadapi kesulitan yang sama, &lt;br /&gt;direbus dalam air dengan api yang panas tetapi masing-masing menunjukkan reaksi yang berbeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobak sebelum direbus kuat, keras dan sukar dipatahkan. Tetapi setelah direbus, lobak menjadi lembut dan mudah dimakan. Telur pula sebelumnya mudah pecah dengan isinya yang berupa cairan. Tetapi setelah direbus, isinya menjadi keras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scd.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/236841998"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://scd.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/236841998" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serbuk kopi pula mengalami perubahan yang unik. Setelah berada didalam rebusan air, serbuk kopi mengubah warna dan rasa air tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu termasuk golongan yang mana? Air panas yang mendidih itu umpama kesukaran dan dugaan yang bakal kamu lalui. Ketika kesukaran dan kesulitan itu mendatangimu, bagaimana harus kau menghadapinya ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah kamu seperti lobak, telur atau kopi ?" tanya ayahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana dengan kita ? Apakah kita adalah lobak yang kelihatan keras, tapi dengan adanya penderitaan dan kesulitan, kita menyerah menjadi lembut dan kehilangan kekuatan. Atau, apakah kita adalah telur yang pada awalnya memiliki hati lembut, dengan jiwa yang dinamis ? Namun setelah adanya kematian, patah hati, perpisahan atau apa saja cabaran dalam kehidupan akhirnya kita menjadi menjadi keras dan kaku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scd.mm-c1.yimg.com/image/990514998"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://scd.mm-c1.yimg.com/image/990514998" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari luar kelihatan sama, tetapi apakah kita menjadi pahit dan keras dengan jiwa dan hati yang kaku? Atau adakah kita serbuk kopi ? Yang berjaya mengubah air panas, sesuatu yang menimbulkan kesakitan, untuk mencapai rasa yang maksimum pada suhu 100 darjah celcius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika air mencapai suhu terpanas, kopi akan terasa semakin nikmat.&lt;br /&gt;Jika kita seperti serbuk kopi, ketika keadaan menjadi semakin buruk atau memuncak, kita akan menjadi semakin baik dan membuat keadaan disekitar kita juga menjadi semakin baik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samalah halnya dengan serbuk kopi yang berjaya mengubah air panas yang membakarnya menjadikan ia lebih sedap dan enak untuk diminum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara lobak, telur dan kopi, kita yang mana?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114096556427234562?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114096556427234562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114096556427234562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114096556427234562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114096556427234562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/02/lobak-telur-dan-kopi-kita-yg-mana.html' title='Lobak, telur, dan kopi... Kita yg mana??'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114096518478900670</id><published>2006-02-26T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:46:24.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atha dan Kain Tenunannya</title><content type='html'>Alkisah, hidup seorang tabiin saleh bernama Atha As-Salami. Suatu hari Atha bermaksud menjual kain yang telah ditenunnya. Setelah diamati dan diteliti secara seksama oleh sang penjual kain, sang penjual kain mengatakan, ''Ya, Atha sesungguhnya kain yang kau tenun ini cukup bagus, tetapi sayang ada cacatnya sehingga saya tidak dapat membelinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Begitu mendengar bahwa kain yang telah ditenunnya ada cacat, Atha termenung lalu menangis. Melihat Atha menangis, sang penjual kain berkata, ''Ya, Atha sahabatku, aku mengatakan dengan sebenarnya bahwa memang kainmu ada cacatnya sehingga aku tidak dapat membelinya, kalaulah karena sebab itu engkau menangis, maka biarkanlah aku tetap membeli kainmu itu dan membayarnya dengan harga yang pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Tawaran itu dijawabnya, ''Wahai sahabatku, engkau menyangka aku menangis disebabkan karena kainku ada cacatnya, ketahuilah, sesungguhnya, yang menyebabkan aku menangis bukan karena kain itu. Aku menangis disebabkan karena aku menyangka bahwa kain yang telah kubuat selama berbulan-bulan ini tidak ada cacatnya, tetapi di mata engkau sebagai ahlinya ternyata ada cacatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah aku menangis kepada Allah dikarenakan aku menyangka bahwa ibadah yang telah aku lakukan selama bertahun-tahun ini tidak ada cacatnya, tetapi mungkin di mata Allah sebagai ahli-Nya ada cacatnya, itulah yang menyebabkan aku menangis...''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114096518478900670?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114096518478900670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114096518478900670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114096518478900670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114096518478900670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/02/atha-dan-kain-tenunannya.html' title='Atha dan Kain Tenunannya'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114076282927421111</id><published>2006-02-24T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:33:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Non-Muslim Joining Muslims in Salah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fatwa Question Details&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name&lt;/strong&gt; Jack   - Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt; A Non-Muslim Joining Muslims in Salah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; As-Salamu `alaykum. Last week at an Interfaith meeting at our mosque, a Christian prayed in the line with the Muslim brothers at `Isha’. He had nowudu’, and it was a Muslim brother who had told him to 'watch and follow' him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of the brothers were upset. No one seemed to know how this situation should be viewed, or handled. Since it may arise in the future, we need to know what to do. There were those who condemned - not the Christian, but the Muslim brother who is NOT ignorant about Islam. Then there were those who were gentle.&lt;br /&gt;What should we do if similar situations arise in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date 15/Feb/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mufti Muzammil Siddiqi&lt;br /&gt;Topic Places of Prayer (Mosques)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa `alaykum As-Salamu wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All praise and thanks are due to Allah, and peace and blessings be upon His Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear brother in Islam, thanks for your question, which emanates from a God-fearing heart, since it shows your commitment to da`wah, the basic duty of every Muslim. We’d would like to commend your pursuit of Islamic counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for your question, Muslims should be kind and gentle when dealing with all people, including non-Muslims, so that they will have the chance to see the true Islam through their practical good behavior. Therefore, if a non-Muslim, out of respect for Muslims or in order to learn Islamic prayer, joins them in salah, he/she is allowed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responding to your question, Dr. Muzammil H. Siddiqi, former President of the Islamic Society of North America, states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslims must pray with wudu’, but if a non-Muslim, out of respect for Muslims or in order to learn Islamic prayer, joins them in salah, he/she is allowed to do so. This may be a way for this person to come closer to Islam, and Allah may lead him/her to the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as a rule we should know that if a Muslim prays without wudu’, his/her prayer is not valid, but it does not invalidate the prayers of those who are standing in the same line with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can a non-Muslim Enter the Mosque?&lt;br /&gt;Giving a Copy of the Qur’an to Non-Muslims&lt;br /&gt;Donating the Qur’an to a Non-Muslim Library&lt;br /&gt;A Non-Muslim on the Shore of Islam: Can He Fast Ramadan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah Almighty knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.islamonline.net/servlet/Satellite?cid=1119503548278&amp;pagename=IslamOnline-English-Ask_Scholar%2FFatwaE%2FFatwaEAskTheScholar"&gt;click here to see the webpage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114076282927421111?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114076282927421111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114076282927421111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114076282927421111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114076282927421111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/02/non-muslim-joining-muslims-in-salah.html' title='A Non-Muslim Joining Muslims in Salah'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-114076220087848112</id><published>2006-02-24T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:25:02.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insect Bites n Stings</title><content type='html'>Mosquito, midge or ant bites are usually red and have swelling around the affected area. Simply wash with soap and cool water. If swollen, cover with cold wet cloth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee, hornet and wasp stings can include pain, redness, swelling, burning, itching. To remove a sting, use the edge of a credit card and scrape it across the area until it is removed. You can also use tweezers, but be careful not to inject further venom into the victim. Once again wash with cool water and soap. Apply ice pack to any swelling. If symptoms persist or severe itching ensues, visit your local GP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can have serious allergic reactions to insect bites. This reaction could take place immediately or after a delay. Someone suffering an allergic reaction will have swelling around the affected area, possible swelling of the face and tongue, itchy hands or feet, breathing difficulties and faintness. Call the emergency services for medical assistance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Muslim Health Network &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muslimhealthnetwork.org/"&gt;http://www.muslimhealthnetwork.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-114076220087848112?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/114076220087848112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=114076220087848112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114076220087848112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/114076220087848112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/02/insect-bites-n-stings.html' title='Insect Bites n Stings'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113932666616332575</id><published>2006-02-07T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:37:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bid'ah Hasanah *weblink*</title><content type='html'>Ana ada dapat sebuah emel dari seorang kawan ana tentang bid'ah hasanah..haa..selama ini pun, ana memang ada musykil tentang istilah 'bid'ah hasanah' ini dan perkara-perkara yang dikatakan 'bid'ah hasanah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi bagi rakan-rakan di luar sana yang sama-sama musykil atau sekadar ingin menambahkan lagi ilmu di dada, bolehlah klik di &lt;a href="http://www.al-firdaus.com/BidahHasanah/"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semoga bermanfaat! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113932666616332575?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113932666616332575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113932666616332575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113932666616332575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113932666616332575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/02/bidah-hasanah-weblink.html' title='Bid&apos;ah Hasanah *weblink*'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113932639186527022</id><published>2006-02-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:33:11.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cinta Anta dan Anti "</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oleh Maszlee Malik&lt;br /&gt;(Diperolehi daripada Majalah i edisi Bulan Februari)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sesungguhnya mukmin itu bersaudara" (Surah al-Hujuraat:ayat 10)&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak beriman seorang muslim itu sehingga dia mencintai saudaranya sepertimana dia mencintai buat dirinya" (Hadis Riwayat al-Bukhari)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bagi mereka yang mempelajari kedua-dua ayat dan hadis di atas, apa yang difahami ialah semua mukmin itu bersaudara dan juga ia menerangkan tentang tanggungjawab seorang Muslim kepada saudaranya yang lain. Selain daripada kedua-dua ayat dah hadis di atas, berdozen lagi dalil-dalil yang menunjukkan kewajipan seseorang Muslim mencintai, mengambil berat, membantu, bersikap peduli dan juga mengasihi saudara seagamanya. Perkataan "ukhuwah" yang bermakna "persaudaraan" seriang dijadikan tema untuk persaudaraan ikhlas yang bertunjangkan iman dan takwa ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisah-kisah para sahabat yang berkorban dan berjuang untuk para sahabat masing-masing menjadikan contoh teladan kepada generasi Muslim zaman moden. Inilah yang menjadi pengamalan anak-anak harakah Islamiah dan dakwah semenjak kebangkitan Islam di tahun 70'an lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebangkitan Islam yang telah menemukan kemuncaknya di Malaysia telah menyaksikan pesatnya usaha dakwah, kemunculan sekolah-sekolah agama, bank-bank Islam dan pelbagai lagi di atas nama Islam. Tiada siapa yang dapat menafikan, itu semua adalah hasil daya usaha sama ada secara langsung atau tidak langsung, pendukung-pendukung gerakan Islam semenjak tiga dekad yang lalu. Di waktu yang sama, pemikiran barat sekular, liberalisasi dan juga budaya hendonisme pesat menular dan bersaing. Keindahan persaingan kedua-dua arus ini telah melahirkan budaya yang baru di dalam fenomena kebangkitan Islam di Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jika di awal kebangkitan Islam dahulu, dunia hanya dilihat sebagai hitam dan putih. Kehidupan di dalam dunia ini di waktu itu hanya dilihat sama ada berpihak kepada Islam ataupun Jahiliah. Di alaf ini, dunia tidak lagi hitam dan putih dan bukan lagi Jahiliah versus Islam. Penjalinan di antara apa yang ada di dunia dan apa yang ada di dalam nas telah menyaksikan pelbagai kesan. Ada yang positif dan ada yang negatif. Antara yang terkesan dengan fenomena yang baru ini ialah persoalan "ukhuwwah".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinta Remaja Dakwah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai seorang pensyarah di IPT yang bergelar ustaz, penulis mempunyai peluang yang menarik untuk bercampur dengan para pelajar yang menempuh zaman muda belia mereka. Pelbagai masalah, isu dan juga pengalaman yang mereka bawa untuk dibincangkan. Antara perkara yang sering dibawa berbincang ialah persoalan cinta. Alaf yang serba unik telah menyaksikan bagaimana para remaja dan belia dakwah tidak dapat lari dari fenomena cinta. Menariknya, cinta yang mereka alami ini telah di"Islamik"kan seperti mana bank-bank, institusi-institusi kewangan lain diislamkan. Maka timbullah istilah "Cinta Ukhuwwah". Ayat-ayat dan hadis-hadis sering dijadikan alat untuk menjustifikasikan apa yang dilakukan. Menarik lagi gejala ini menular di kalangan mereka yang berkopiah, berserban, bertudung litup, naqib-naqibah usrah dan mereka yang menggunakan ganti nama "ana – anta dan ana – anti".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sms,Yahoo Messenger, email dan lain-lain kemudahan perhubungan era ICT telah menjadi penghubung utama cinta "anta-anti" ini. Ia lebih selamat, kerana tidak perlu berdating seperti pasangan yang tidak Islamik. Tidak perlu membazir tambang teksi, tambang bas dan juga membazir membeli kertas kajang berbau wangi dan dakwat yang berwarna-warni seperti mana halnya anak-anak muda lain yang jauh dari arus kebangkitan Islam. Bermula dengan kata-kata tazkirah, berakhir dengan ikon senyuman, teddy bear dan kadang-kadang gambar wanita bertudung.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Malah ada yang menjadikan kehadiran di seminar-seminar, kursus-kursus dan juga wacana-wacana ilmiah sebagai peluang untuk berjumpa. Bagi yang aktif berpersatuan pula, mesyuarat-mesyuarat dan aktiviti-aktiviti persatuan sering menjadi medan pelepas rindu. Alahai…kreatif betul anak-anak muda dakwah alaf baru ini.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fenomena yang berlaku ini dimeriahkan dan dikosmetikkan lagi oleh nasyid-nasyid Melayu yang berpaksikan cinta muda-mudi. Klip-klip video nasyid pun, tajuk-tajuk yang bombastik berbau cinta asmara. Hakikatnya, fenomena cinta "anta-anti" ini semakin ketara dan semakin rancak. Ada yang berakhir dengan perkahwinan, dan ada juga yang kecewa di pertengahan jalan, dan tidak kurang juga yang telah menjerumuskan kedua-dua pasangan ke lembah maksiat. wal'iyadhubillah…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salah Faham Ukhuwwah fillah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat juga penulis kepada satu fenomena apabila seorang siswi datang mengadu dia diusik oleh Pak Lebai. Bukan sekadar sms, kad ucapan hari lahir, kad hari raya, malah sejambak bunga ros di hari lahir juga telah dikirimkan oleh Pak Lebai tersebut.Tidak tahulah penulis apakah tanggapan masyarakat terhadap fenomena seumpama ini. Yang pasti di setiap kad, sms dan di jambangan bunga tersebut terukir kata-kata "Ukhuwwah fillah kekal abadi..".sekali lagi makna ukhuwwah disalah gunakan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Satu kes yang lain pula, seorang siswa meluahkan kekecewaannya apabila dihampakan oleh seorang siswi yang satu "jemaah" dengannya. Beliau tidak sangka setelah berpuluh-puluh minggu mereka bertukar-tukar sms dan tazkirah melalui email, akhirnya siswi tersebut bertunang dengan orang lain yang juga satu "jemaah" dengan mereka.Aduh..lagi hebat daripada filem "Love Story" yang pernah popular di tahun-tahun 70'an dahulu. Yang pasti, sekali lagi tema "ukhuwwah fillah" menjadi "camouflagde" ke atas perhubungan antara dua jantina yang ada kesedaran Islam ini.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dalam satu insiden yang lain pula, seorang siswi pernah meminta pendapat penulis. Seorang seniornya yang sedang menuntut di dalam IPT yang sama dengan beliau telah bersungguh-sungguh melamarnya. Walaupun telah ditolak lebih 20 kali, namun si teruna terus melamarnya juga.Sekali lagi slogan "ukhuwwah fillah" menjadi lapik dan dijadikan bahan ugutan. Jika si siswi tadi menolak lamarannya, maka hatinya akan hancur, dan ia bertentangan denga mafhum hadis tadi. Oleh kerana bersimpati dengan si senior tersebut, si siswi terpaksa menerima lamaran itu. Menarik bukan "trend" percintaan golongan anta-anti ini.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seorang siswa juga pernah meluahkan kemarahannya ke atas naqib usrahnya di bilik penulis. Mengapa tidak, tatkala di dalam usrah, berkepul-kepul dalil dan fikrah yang dibawanya. Sampaikan ketika pertukaran ke usrah lain, si naqib meminta siswa tadi agar berbai'ah untuk kekal di dalam perjuangan dan tidak menyertai jemaah lain. Sayangnya, di dalam perjalanan balik kampung, siswa tersebut nampak sang naqib berjalan berpegangan tangan dengan naqibah sekelas mereka…ini yang paling menarik.Lebih hebat lagi, kedua-dua mereka lengkap dengan aksesori berkopiah dan bertudung litup. Jika di zaman 70'an dahulu nescaya apa yang dilakukan oleh sang naqib dan naqibah tersebut bakal menerima cop "kafir" dari pendukung gerakan dakwah yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di satu sudut yang lain pula, seorang siswa yang sering menceritakan kehebatan "Abuya"nya kepada penulis, juga tidak dapat lari dari fenomena cinta anta-anti ini. Penulis amat kagum dengan siswa yang sering muncul dengan baju Melayu berkancing dan juga songkok berwarna-warninya ini. Matanya yang bercelak sahaja sudah cukup untuk rakan-rakan yang lain hormat kepada beliau. Sayangnya atas takdir Allah, ketika penulis berkunjung untuk menziarahi beliau, penulis ternampak gambar seorang Muslimah menghiasi desktop komputer peribadinya. Ditanyakan sama ada itu adik, kakak ataupun emaknya atau mungkin neneknya, beliau menafikan. Beliau terpaksa mengaku bahawa itu adalah "kawan"nya. Yang hebatnya, tertulis di sebelah keayuan wajah gadis tersebut "Ukhuwwah fillah membawa ke Jannah".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Persoalannya, adakah fenomena ini sihat? Adakah ia sudah cukup islamik? Atau penulis yang ketinggalan zaman sehingga naif terhadap trend muda mudi masa kini? Ataupun fiqh Islamiyy juga perlu diubahkan untuk disesuaikan dengan perubahan semasa. Di dalam artikel yang terhad ini, penulis tidak berhajat untuk memberikan hukuman mahupun pandangan terhadap fenomena yang menarik ini. Biarlah para pembaca membuat penilaian mereka terhadap "sihat" atau tidak sihatnya budaya ini. Semoaga ada di kalangan pembaca yang akan dapat memberikan pandangan yang rasional serta boleh diwacanakan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ALLAH a'lam bissawab..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113932639186527022?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113932639186527022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113932639186527022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113932639186527022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113932639186527022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/02/cinta-anta-dan-anti.html' title='&quot;Cinta Anta dan Anti &quot;'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113854060771408422</id><published>2006-01-29T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:16:47.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WRIGLEY'S and EXTRA *not halal*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/gum2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/400/gum2_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/gum1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/400/gum1_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113854060771408422?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113854060771408422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113854060771408422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113854060771408422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113854060771408422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/01/wrigleys-and-extra-not-halal.html' title='WRIGLEY&apos;S and EXTRA *not halal*'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113811685007157100</id><published>2006-01-24T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:34:10.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what would you have done?</title><content type='html'>At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."Then he told the following story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me play?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.  In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the  ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.  At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact.  The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!"  Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, "Run  to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time.  He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND, NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people think twice about sharing. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people on your address list that aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up that opportunity to brighten the day of those with us the least able, and leave the world a little bit colder in the process? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said &lt;em&gt;every society is judged by how it treats its least fortunate amongst them&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113811685007157100?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113811685007157100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113811685007157100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113811685007157100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113811685007157100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-would-you-have-done.html' title='what would you have done?'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113808467559888378</id><published>2006-01-24T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:45:07.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Budget &amp; 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Accredited Islamic Programs for You!'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113808460417903062</id><published>2006-01-24T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:40:04.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Projek Klinik Keluarga : Penganiyaan - Hak Asasi Wanita ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/Dars-KlinikKeluarga.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/400/Dars-KlinikKeluarga.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113808460417903062?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113808460417903062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113808460417903062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113808460417903062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113808460417903062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/01/projek-klinik-keluarga-penganiyaan-hak.html' title=':: Projek Klinik Keluarga : Penganiyaan - Hak Asasi Wanita ::'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113802894879175012</id><published>2006-01-23T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:25:46.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Muslim In Texas *MUST WATCH!*</title><content type='html'>The documentary explores the lives of several Texan families. Muslim and Non Muslim, and their views about Islam and life in the West. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George W Bush may be backed by Christian fundamentalists but in his home state of Texas, Islam is the latest big draw. The Bible belt is transferring its allegiance to the Quran because, for many erstwhile Christians, believe it or not, the church is too liberal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric was a Baptist preacher before he became a Muslim 14 years ago. Now he prays five times a day and even in the middle of watching a football game. His wife, Karen, also a convert, is covered from head to toe in the traditional Muslim burka. Islam, says Eric, is everything I wanted Christianity to be. His mother has found it hard to come to terms with her sons conversion and believes he will return to the Christian faith: Then he will be a dynamic preacher. Eric says: "Maybe some day she will embrace Islam." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-9184353144432289069&amp;amp;q=islam."&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to &lt;a href="www.turntoislam.com"&gt;www.turntoislam.com&lt;/a&gt; to watch other documentaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my comments&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;the videoclip is interesting! as i watched it, i couldnt help thinking of going to America and meet all the muslims there and get to know them. i especially like the hijab worn by the muslim women featured in the videoclip - burqa style. nice! hmmm...i wonder how to wear my hijab like that... &lt;br /&gt;and somewhere in the last part, an interviewee was asked something like,"do you think george bush would convert to Islam?" hehe~~ he answered that he had doubts. well, me too! not in a million years maybe! but then, miracle &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; happen...even an evil inhumane murderer will convert to Islam if Allah gives him the Hidayah! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enjoy watching the video! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113802894879175012?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113802894879175012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113802894879175012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113802894879175012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113802894879175012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/01/turning-muslim-in-texas-must-watch.html' title='Turning Muslim In Texas *MUST WATCH!*'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113802693703719110</id><published>2006-01-23T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:27:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Gatherings for Weddings</title><content type='html'>Fatwa Question Details&lt;br /&gt;Name: Muslim   - Belgium&lt;br /&gt;Title: Mixed Gatherings for Weddings&lt;br /&gt;Question: &lt;strong&gt;Dear scholars, As-Salamu `alaykum. What is the ruling on men and women&lt;br /&gt;being together for weddings? Jazakum Allah khayran.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date 19/Jan/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mufti European Council for Fatwa and Research&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa `alaykum As-Salamu wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All praise and thanks are due to Allah, and peace and blessings be upon HisMessenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear questioner, we would like to thank you for the great confidence you place in us, and we implore Allah Almighty to help us serve His cause and render our work for His Sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam does not object to events or gatherings where members of the opposite sexare present in the same place as long as all abide by the Islamic teachings and manners. If such gatherings abide by the Shari`ah rulings, then there is nothing wrong with them. What is forbidden is khalwah (seclusion or between two members of the opposite sex); tabarruj (revealing women's attractions and `awrahs and all other forbidden acts such as seductive talk or walk); and physical contact between members of the opposite sex. Therefore, if the mixed wedding sticks to these instructions, it is allowed. But if people do not abide by these conditions—which is common nowadays—then the presence of men and women in the same place is unlawful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responding to the question you raised, the European Council for Fatwa and Research issued the following fatwa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term “mixed” is one which is not used by either the Qur’an or the Sunnah, while most people believe it to be an unquestionable matter in Islam, as though there were something in the Qur’an or in the Hadith of Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) that states clearly that mixed congregations are haram (forbidden). This is one of the grave mistakes which many Muslims commit today, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our opinion in this matter is that Islamic Shari`ah did not object to men and women being present in one place on condition that three matters are avoided and refrained from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;: Seclusion (khalwah), that is, that a man and woman meet in a place where&lt;br /&gt;no one else can see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt;: Adornment of women, that is, that a woman uncovers what Allah (Mighty and Exalted be He) decreed to be covered of her body, or she wears perfume or jewelry or walks or talks in such a way that draws attention and raises ill-thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third&lt;/strong&gt;: Physical contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these three matters are avoided and refrained from, then there remains no legal objection to the congregation, whether it be a marriage ceremony or any other thing else. However, we see that people often do not abide by these conditions in weddings, and thus the presence of men and women in one place becomes unlawful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpted, with slight modifications, from: http://www.ecfr.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing Between Men and Women&lt;br /&gt;How Should a Muslim Woman Conduct Herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah Almighty knows best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113802693703719110?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113802693703719110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113802693703719110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113802693703719110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113802693703719110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/01/mixed-gatherings-for-weddings.html' title='Mixed Gatherings for Weddings'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113733420573893418</id><published>2006-01-15T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:10:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>telefon &amp; sms antara lelaki dan perempuan</title><content type='html'>Seperti yang kita tahu, telefon dan SMS merupakan alat perantaraan komunikasi yang tidak wujud di zaman rasul, sahabat mahupun tabiin. Dalam hal ini saya mengembalikan hukum sesuatu perbuatan itu kepada asalnya, iaitu mengikut kaedah usul fiqh, asal kepada setiap satu itu adalah harus, selagi tidak ada nas yang mengharamkannya. Atau dalam masalah telefon barangkali dapat kita lihat dalam bab mendengar percakapan wanita , satu bab yang ada dalam kitab fiqh. Bercakap dan mendengar percakapan antara lelaki dan perempuan yang bukan mahram/ajnabi, dengan satu hajat atau tujuan yang baik, adalah diharuskan di dalam Islam, selagimana ianya aman dari fitnah, tidak menimbulkan shahwat, dan tidak melalaikan dari mengingati Allah Ta'ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam Soheh Bukhari dan soheh muslim misalnya, terdapat hadis yang menerangkan bagaimana Rasulullah mengambil bye'ah dari para muslimah dengan percakapan. Ibnu Hajar dalam syarah Soheh Bukhari, kitab Fathul Bari menyimpulkan dari hadis ini bahawa, mendengar percakapan perempuan itu adalah harus, dan suara mereka bukanlah aurat. Imam Nawawi pula dalam syarah sahih muslim menyatakan: dalam hadis ini kita dapati bahawa percakapan wanita itu harus untuk kita mendengarnya dengan ada hajat atau tujuan, dan suara mereka bukanlah aurat. (rujuk Mufassal, Abd karim Zaidan, jilid 3, m/s 276/277)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara dalil lain yang mengharuskan percakapan antara lelaki dan wanita yang bukan mahram ialah Al-Qur'an memperbolehkan laki-laki bertanya kepada isteri-isteri Nabi saw dari balik tabir. Allah berfirman: "Apabila kamu meminta sesuatu (keperluan) kepada mereka (isteri-isteri Nabi), maka mintalah dari belakang tabir ..."(al-Ahzab: 53) Permintaan atau pertanyaan dari para sahabat itu sudah tentu memerlukan jawapan dari Ummahatul Mukminin. Mereka memberi fatwa kepada orang yang meminta fatwa kepada mereka, dan meriwayatkan hadits-hadits bagi orang yang ingin mengambil hadits mereka. Pernah ada seorang wanita bertanya kepada Nabi saw. dihadapan kaum laki-laki. Ia tidak merasa keberatan melakukan hal itu, dan Nabi pun tidak melarangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pernah ada seorang wanita yang menyangkal pendapat Umar ketika Umar sedang berpidato di atas mimbar. Atas sanggahan itu, Umar tidak mengingkarinya, bahkan ia mengakui kebenaran wanita tersebut dan mengakui kesalahannya sendiri seraya berkata, "Semua orang (bisa) lebih mengerti daripada Umar." Di dalam Al-Quran juga kita dapat mengikuti kisah seorang wanita muda, putri seorang syeikh yang sudah tua (Nabi Syu'aib alaihissalam) yang bercakap dengan Musa, sebagaimana dikisahkan dalam Al-Qur'an: "... Sesungguhnya bapakku memanggil kamu agar ia memberi balasan terhadap (kebaikan)-mu memberi minum (ternak) kami ..." (al-Qashash: 25)&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum itu, wanita tersebut dan saudara perempuannya juga berkata kepada Musa ketika Musa bertanya kepada mereka: "... Apakah maksudmu (dengan berbuat begitu)? Kedua wanita itu menjawab, 'Kami tidak dapat meminumkan (ternak kami), sebelum penggembala-penggembala itu memulangkan (ternaknya), sedangkan bapak kami adalah orang tua yang telah lanjut usianya." (al-Qashash: 23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selanjutnya, Al-Qur'an juga menceritakan kepada kita percakapan yang terjadi antara Nabi Sulaiman a.s. dengan Ratu Saba, serta percakapan sang Ratu dengan kaumnya yang laki-laki. Begitu pula peraturan (syariat) bagi nabi-nabi sebelum kita menjadi peraturan kita selama peraturan kita tidak menghapuskannya, sebagaimana pendapat yang terpilih. Yang dilarang bagi wanita ialah melunakkan pembicaraan untuk menarik laki-laki, yang oleh Al-Qur'an diistilahkan dengan al-khudhu bil-qaul (tunduk/lunak/memikat dalam berbicara), sebagaimana disebutkan dalam firman Allah: "Hai isteri-isteri Nabi, kamu sekalian tidaklah seperti wanita yang lain, jika kamu bertakwa. Maka janganlah kamu melunakkan suara dalam berbicara sehingga berkeinginanlah orang yang ada penyakit dalam hatinya, dan ucapkanlah perkataan yang baik." (al-Ahzab: 32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah melarang khudhu, yakni cara bicara yang bias membangkitkan nafsu orang-orang yang hatinya "berpenyakit." Namun, dengan ini bukan bererti Allah melarang semua pembicaraan wanita dengan setiap laki-laki. Perhatikan hujung ayat dari surat di atas: "Dan ucapkanlah perkataan yang baik". Melalui hujah ini, maka harus untuk seseorang bercakap melalui telefon, atau menghantar SMS, dengan hajat dan tujuan yang baik di sisi syara' seperti yang dibawakan dalam contoh-contoh di atas serta aman dari fitnah, syahwat dan tidak melalaikan kita dari mengingati Allah Ta'ala. Semua ini hanya dapat ditentukan oleh diri orang yang menelefon atau memberi sms itu sendiri, samaada percakapannya itu menimbulkan fitnah atau tidak, melalaikan atau&lt;br /&gt;tidak, maka kalau dia berdusta pada dirinya sendiri dan orang lain,maka itu antara dia dan Allah Ta'ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;diambil daripada blog &lt;a href="www.almaarif87.blogspot.com"&gt;almaarif87&lt;/a&gt;. - Isnin, November 21, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113733420573893418?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113733420573893418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113733420573893418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;hendaklah kamu mengambil ikan itu.. &lt;br /&gt;jangan sesekali kamu lepaskan ia semula.. &lt;br /&gt;ke dalam air begitu saja.. &lt;br /&gt;kerana ia akan sakit oleh kerana bisanya ketajaman mata kailmu dan &lt;br /&gt;mungkin ia akan &lt;br /&gt;menderita selagi ia masih hidup... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah juga setelah kamu memberi banyak pengharapan kepada seseorang.. &lt;br /&gt;setelah ia mula menyayangimu hendaklah kamu menjaga hatinya.. &lt;br /&gt;jangan sesekali kamu meninggalkan begitu saja.. &lt;br /&gt;kerana ia akan terluka oleh kenangan bersamamu dan mungkin tidak dapat &lt;br /&gt;melupakan segalanya selagi ia mengingatimu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kamu menadah air biarlah berpada.. &lt;br /&gt;jangan terlalu mengharap pada takungannya.. &lt;br /&gt;dan janganlah menganggap ia begitu teguh.. &lt;br /&gt;cukuplah sekadar keperluanmu.. &lt;br /&gt;apabila sekali ia retak.. &lt;br /&gt;tentu sukar untuk kamu menampalnya semula.. &lt;br /&gt;akhirnya ia dibuang.. &lt;br /&gt;sedangkan jika kamu cuba membaikinya mungkin ia masih dapat dipergunakan &lt;br /&gt;lagi.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu juga jika kamu memiliki seseorang.. terimalah seadanya.. &lt;br /&gt;janganlah kamu terlalu mengaguminya.. &lt;br /&gt;dan janganlah kamu menganggapnya begitu istimewa.. &lt;br /&gt;anggaplah &lt;br /&gt;dia manusia biasa.. &lt;br /&gt;apabila sesekali dia melakukan kesilapan, bukan mudah bagi kamu untuk &lt;br /&gt;menerimanya.. &lt;br /&gt;akhirnya kamu kecewa dan meninggalkannya.. &lt;br /&gt;sedangkan jika kamu memaafkannya.. &lt;br /&gt;boleh jadi hubungan kamu akan terus hingga ke akhirnya.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kamu telah memiliki sepinggan nasi.. &lt;br /&gt;yang kamu pasti baik untuk diri kamu.. &lt;br /&gt;mengenyangkan.. berkhasiat.. &lt;br /&gt;mengapa kamu berlengah cuba mencari makanan yang lain.. &lt;br /&gt;terlalu ingin mengejar kelazatan.. &lt;br /&gt;kelak nasi itu akan basi dan kamu tidak boleh memakannya.. &lt;br /&gt;kamu akan menyesal.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitu juga jika kamu telah bertemu dengan seorang insan.. &lt;br /&gt;yang pasti membawa kebaikan kepada dirimu.. &lt;br /&gt;menyayangimu.. mengasihimu.. &lt;br /&gt;mengapa kamu berlengah,cuba membandingkannya dengan yang lain.. &lt;br /&gt;terlalu mengejar kesempurnaan.. &lt;br /&gt;kelak kamu akan kehilangannya apabila ia menjadi milik org lain.. &lt;br /&gt;kamu juga &lt;br /&gt;akan menyesal.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bersyukur dan Redha dengan ape yang dikurniakan &lt;br /&gt;olehNya...Alhamdulillah.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113713191081976645?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113713191081976645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;center&gt;For attractive lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak words of kindness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lovely eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek out the good in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a slim figure, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your food with the hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For beautiful hair, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For poise, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with the knowledge that you will never walk alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reclaimed, and redeemed; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never throw out anybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My dear sisters in Islam, please take a look at this advice, so that&lt;br /&gt;you can stay attractive and beautiful for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- To beautify your eyes, lower your gaze towards strange men, this&lt;br /&gt;will make your eyes pure and shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- To have attractive lips, always remember to speak the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- As for blush and rouge, "Modesty" (Haya') is one of the best brands&lt;br /&gt;and it can be found in any of the Islamic centers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- To remove impurites from your face and body, use a soap called&lt;br /&gt;"Istighfaar". Insha'Allah this soap will remove any bad deeds.(Ameen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Now about your hair, if any of you has a problem of hair split ends,&lt;br /&gt;then I suggest "Islamic Hijaab" which will protect your hair from damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- As! for jewellery, beautify your hands with humbleness and let your&lt;br /&gt;hands be a power to forgive people who hurt your feelings. And the necklace should be a sign to pardon you fellow brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insha'Allah, if you follow this advice given to you by the Creator&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful and attractive inner and outer appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113713175128670449?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113713175128670449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113713175128670449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113713175128670449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113713175128670449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/01/beauty-tps.html' title='beAuty T!ps'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113713166946444044</id><published>2006-01-13T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:54:29.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Careful With AHOY cookies!</title><content type='html'>Kraft Canada has informed &lt;strong&gt;eat-halal.com &lt;/strong&gt;that animal &lt;br /&gt;rennet is used during the production of the whey in Peanut Butter Chips &lt;br /&gt;Ahoy &lt;br /&gt;cookies. This bad news overshadows the good news: only vegetable &lt;br /&gt;shortening is used in the cookies, which is of note, since the Ahoy family &lt;br /&gt;still &lt;br /&gt;has an on-going relationship with lard. Chunks Ahoy! and some varieties of &lt;br /&gt;Chips Ahoy could contain the ingredient, giving them the distinction of &lt;br /&gt;being from the very few food items in supermarkets nowadays still made &lt;br /&gt;with rendered pig fat. Therefore, we advise Muslim consumers to carefully &lt;br /&gt;read the ingredients label when buying any of the Ahoy! cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email received from ni'matul haziqah on Friday, December 23, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113713166946444044?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113713166946444044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113713166946444044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113713166946444044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113713166946444044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/01/be-careful-with-ahoy-cookies.html' title='Be Careful With AHOY cookies!'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113713151875431071</id><published>2006-01-13T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:52:23.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadith of The Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/Hadithoftheday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/320/Hadithoftheday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113713151875431071?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113713151875431071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113713151875431071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113713151875431071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113713151875431071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/01/hadith-of-day.html' title='Hadith of The Day...'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113712866120905639</id><published>2006-01-13T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:04:21.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what you get for being kind hearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;USPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- There was a man who worked for the Post Office, whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came to his desk, addressed in a shaky handwriting, to God. He thought he should open it to see what it was about. He opened it and read: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I am an 93 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100.00 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me? &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,Edna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all of the other workers. Each of them dug into his wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96.00, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all of the workers felt a warm glow for the kind thing they had done. Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the old lady, to God.All of the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it must have been those thieving bastards at the Post Office. &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,Edna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the sarcasm?? the story is funny in a way, though. i like it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113712866120905639?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113712866120905639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113712866120905639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113712866120905639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113712866120905639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-what-you-get-for-being-kind.html' title='This is what you get for being kind hearted'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113712845981355358</id><published>2006-01-13T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:00:59.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buat Tatapan Semua...</title><content type='html'>ASSALAMUALAIKUM WBT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatapan dan iktibar pada kita,insyaallah.wassalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam Kerendahan Diri, Ada Ketinggian Budi,&lt;br /&gt;Dalam Kemiskinan Harta, Ada Kekayaan Jiwa, &lt;br /&gt;Dalam Kesempitan Hidup, Ada Keluasan Ilmu,&lt;br /&gt;Hidup Ini Indah Jika, Segala2nya Kerana Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan, jangan dan jangan&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan sengaja lewatkan solat.&lt;br /&gt;       Perbuatan ini Allah tidak suka. &lt;br /&gt;       Kalau tertidur lain cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan masuk ke bilik air tanpa memakai alas kaki (selipar).&lt;br /&gt;       Takut kalau-kalau terbawa keluar najis,&lt;br /&gt;       mengotori seluruh rumah kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan makan dan minum dalam &lt;br /&gt;       bekas yang pecah atau sumbing.&lt;br /&gt;       Makruh kerana ia membahayakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan biarkan pinggan mangkuk yang telah&lt;br /&gt;       digunakan tidak berbasuh.&lt;br /&gt;       Makruh dan mewarisi kepapaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan tidur selepas solat Subuh, nanti&lt;br /&gt;       rezeki mahal&lt;br /&gt;       (kerana berpagi-pagi itu membuka pintu berkat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan makan tanpa membaca BISMILLAH dan doa makan.&lt;br /&gt;       Nanti rezeki kita dikongsi syaitan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan keluar rumah&lt;br /&gt;       tanpa niat untuk membuat kebaikan.&lt;br /&gt;       Takut-takut kita mati dalam&lt;br /&gt;       perjalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan pakai sepatu atau selipar yang&lt;br /&gt;       berlainan pasangan. &lt;br /&gt;       Makruh dan mewarisi kepapaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan biarkan mata liar di perjalanan.&lt;br /&gt;       Nanti hati kita gelap&lt;br /&gt;       diselaputi dosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan menangguh taubat bila berbuat&lt;br /&gt;       dosa kerana mati boleh datang &lt;br /&gt;       bila-bila masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan ego untuk meminta maaf pada&lt;br /&gt;       ibu bapa dan sesama manusia&lt;br /&gt;       kalau memang kita bersalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan mengumpat sesama rakan&lt;br /&gt;       taulan. Nanti rosak persahabatan kita &lt;br /&gt;       hilang bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan lupa bergantung kepada ALLAH&lt;br /&gt;       dalam setiap kerja kita. Nanti&lt;br /&gt;       kita sombong apabila berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;       Kalau gagal kecewa pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan bakhil untuk bersedekah. &lt;br /&gt;       Sedekah itu memanjangkan umur&lt;br /&gt;       dan memurahkan rezeki kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan banyak ketawa. Nanti mati jiwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan biasakan berbohong, kerana ia adalah&lt;br /&gt;       ciri-ciri munafik dan &lt;br /&gt;       menghilangkan kasih orang kepada kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan suka menganiaya manusia atau haiwan. Doa&lt;br /&gt;       makhluk yang teraniaya&lt;br /&gt;       cepat dimakbulkan ALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan terlalu susah hati dengan urusan dunia. &lt;br /&gt;       Akhirat itu lebih utama&lt;br /&gt;       dan hidup di sana lebih lama dan kekal selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jangan mempertikaikan kenapa ISLAM itu berkata JANGAN.&lt;br /&gt;       Sebab semuanya untuk keselamatan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       ALLAH lebih tahu apa yang terbaik&lt;br /&gt;       untuk hamba ciptaanNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       WassaLam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113712845981355358?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113712845981355358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113712845981355358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113712845981355358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113712845981355358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/01/buat-tatapan-semua.html' title='Buat Tatapan Semua...'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113712554154176040</id><published>2006-01-13T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:23:42.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sijil Halal Ayam Dendeng diTARIK BALIK</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sijil Ayam Dinding diTarik Balik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sijil Pengesahan Halal JAKIM bagi Syarikat Ayam Dinding Poultry Processing Sdn. Bhd. diTarik Balik sehingga diberitahu kelak....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sumber : Bahagian Hub Halal, JAKIM&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................................................. &lt;br /&gt;From : &lt;a href="http://www.halaljakim.gov.my"&gt;http://www.halaljakim.gov.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emedia.com.my/Current_News/HM/Thursday/BeritaUtama/&lt;br /&gt;20060105081523/Article/indexm_html"&gt;baca artikel di sini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edisi Nasional: Ayam haram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh Mohd Jamilul Anbia Md Denin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUALA LUMPUR:&lt;/strong&gt; Jabatan Kemajuan Islam Malaysia (Jakim) menarik balik sijil pengesahan halal yang diberikan kepada syarikat Dindings Poultry Processing Sdn Bhd berikutan proses penyembelihan ayam di kilangnya meragukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difahamkan antara kesalahan dikesan Jakim iaitu sesetengah ayam disembelih dua kali selepas penyembelihan pertama tidak sempurna dan ada ayam sudah mati sebelum disembelih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengumuman berhubung penarikan balik sijil itu disiarkan dalam laman web Jakim melalui www.halaljakim.gov.my, bertarikh 3 Januari lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laman web itu yang menjadi rujukan rasmi sijil halal Jakim menjelaskan Sijil Pengesahan Halal Jakim bagi Syarikat Ayam Dindings Poultry Processing Sdn Bhd ditarik balik sehingga diberitahu kelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengarah Bahagian Kajian Makanan dan Barangan Gunaan Islam Jakim, Che Hassan Fahmi Che Mamat yang dihubungi Harian Metro, petang semalam, mengesahkan mengenai tindakan Jakim itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurutnya, setiap pemegang sijil halal bertanggungjawab ke atas sebarang penyalahgunaan syarat ditetapkan Jakim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dalam kes ini, saya menganggap tindakan menarik semula sijil halal syarikat itu dapat memberi pengajaran kepada industri besar supaya tidak menganggap isu halal sebagai remeh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isu ini tidak harus dipandang 'main-main' kerana kesannya amat serius kepada umat Islam di negara ini," katanya yang meminta tindakan Jakim itu tidak perlu dipertikaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini kerana Sijil Pengesahan Halal boleh ditarik balik atau ditamatkan tempoh sahnya bila-bila masa apabila didapati ia menyalahi Prosedur Pensijilan Halal Malaysia yang sudah ditetapkan atau terdapat perkara atau cara pengendalian yang meragui dari segi hukum syarak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bagaimanapun, Jakim sedia bertolak ansur sekiranya pihak pengurusan syarikat itu membuat rayuan. Terpulang kepada keupayaan mereka untuk membetulkan kesilapan dan meyakinkan semula Jakim berhubung perkara yang menjadi isu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rayuan terbabit akan dipertimbangkan oleh Panel Pengesahan Halal Jakim dan penilaian akan dibuat secara teliti bagi memastikan kesalahan itu diperbetulkan," katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau turut mengatakan Jakim boleh menyenaraihitamkan mana-mana syarikat yang gagal mematuhi syarat dan peraturan Prosedur Pensijilan Halal Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara itu, menurut sumber Jakim, sepasukan pegawai penguat kuasa Jakim dengan bantuan pegawai penguat kuasa Kementerian Perdagangan Dalam Negeri dan Hal Ehwal Pengguna (KPDNHEP) mengadakan pemeriksaan mengejut di kilang pemprosesan ayam milik syarikat itu di Kawasan Perindustrian Kampung Aceh, Setiawan, Perak, Rabu lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katanya, pemeriksaan mendapati terdapat beberapa kesalahan membabitkan proses penyembelihan yang meragukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurutnya, kesalahan ketara adalah sesetengah ayam disembelih dua kali disebabkan penyembelihan pertama tidak sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini sekali gus membuktikan ayam terbabit haram dimakan. Penyembelihan yang dilakukan dengan pantas itu menyebabkan tidak putus salah satu urat sama ada urat halkum atau urat marikh pada ayam terbabit yang diwajibkan mengikut syarak," katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justeru, penguat kuasa Jakim segera melakukan soal siasat bergilir-gilir terhadap 'tukang sembelih' ayam yang bertugas di kilang itu untuk mendapatkan penjelasan terperinci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumber itu mengatakan pekerja berkenaan mengaku ada menyembelih ayam dua kali untuk menjimatkan masa berikutan terlalu banyak ayam yang perlu diproses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Malah, kami turut menemui bukti apabila mendapati ada ayam yang &lt;br /&gt;disembelih tidak putus urat leher sepenuhnya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Selain itu, proses melayikan ayam menggunakan air panas didapati dikawal oleh pekerja bukan Islam. Ini secara langsung melanggari syarat sah penyembelihan untuk haiwan halal yang mewajibkan ia dilakukan oleh individu beragama Islam" katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurutnya, siasatan lanjut mendapati terlalu banyak keraguan yang munasabah berikutan penemuan berpuluh ayam yang disembelih dalam keadaan tidak sempurna iaitu haram untuk dimakan oleh orang Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jakim tidak mempunyai pilihan dan terpaksa menarik sijil pengesahan &lt;br /&gt;halal diberi walaupun ia sepatutnya luput pada 14 Disember tahun ini" katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau berkata, syarikat itu tidak sekadar menjadi pembekal ayam siap diproses ke pasar raya utama seluruh negara, malah kepada syarikat makanan segera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disebabkan ayam yang diproses syarikat itu mendapat permintaan tinggi, katanya, Jakim sudah menghantar surat rasmi mengenai penarikan sijil pengesahan halal terbabit kepada pasar raya dan syarikat makanan segera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surat sama turut dihantar kepada pejabat agama Islam dan pejabat Kementerian Perdagangan Dalam Negeri Dan Hal Ehwal Pengguna (KPDNHEP) setiap negeri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pusat beli-belah terkemuka, pasar raya dan pemborong perlu menghentikan serta merta penjualan ayam keluaran syarikat terbabit" katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikutan pengumuman Jakim itu, pihak Persatuan Pengguna Islam Malaysia (PPIM) melakukan siasatan terhadap 10 pusat beli-belah dan pasar raya utama di ibu kota, semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka mendapati masih terdapat beberapa premis yang menjual produk berasaskan ayam keluaran syarikat terbabit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koordinator Projek Persatuan Pengguna Islam Malaysia (PPIM), Noor Nirwandy Mat Noordin, berkata tindakan diambil selepas pihaknya menerima pengumuman rasmi melalui laman web Jakim pagi semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurutnya, kebanyakan pasar raya utama sudah menghentikan penjualan ayam dari kilang ayam itu di Perak, namun produk siap diproses seperti ayam bersalut tepung dan nugget yang mempunyai logo halal Jakim masih dijual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hukuman lebih berat perlu digubal kerana hukuman sedia ada terlalu ringan," katanya yang meminta sudah tiba masanya Akta Halal digubal bagi mengawal kegiatan penyalahgunaan atau penyelewengan sijil halal Jakim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113712554154176040?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113712554154176040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113712554154176040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113712554154176040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113712554154176040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2006/01/sijil-halal-ayam-dendeng-ditarik-balik.html' title='Sijil Halal Ayam Dendeng diTARIK BALIK'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113475146773542272</id><published>2005-12-17T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T00:44:27.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Kind of Days...</title><content type='html'>Imaam Ibraheem an-Nakhaa'ee said: &lt;br /&gt;"I have four kinds of days: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) A day when I go out and meet someone more knowledgeable than &lt;br /&gt;me, so &lt;em&gt;I learn from him&lt;/em&gt;, and that is the day of &lt;strong&gt;my benefit and profit&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) A day when I go out and meet someone less knowledgeable than &lt;br /&gt;me, so &lt;em&gt;I teach him&lt;/em&gt;, and that is the day of &lt;strong&gt;my reward&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) A day when I go out and meet someone like me and &lt;em&gt;I study and &lt;br /&gt;review with him&lt;/em&gt;, and that is the day of &lt;strong&gt;my lesson&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) A day when I go out and meet someone below my level but he sees &lt;br /&gt;himself as being above my level, so &lt;em&gt;I don't talk to him&lt;/em&gt;, and I make that &lt;br /&gt;the day for &lt;strong&gt;my rest&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jaami'u Bayaan Al-'Ilm # 878]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113475146773542272?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113475146773542272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113475146773542272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113475146773542272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113475146773542272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/4-kind-of-days.html' title='4 Kind of Days...'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113474514959693642</id><published>2005-12-16T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T22:59:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TANDA-TANDA KEMATIAN UNTUK ORANG ISLAM</title><content type='html'>Adapun tanda-tanda kematian mengikut ulamak adalah benar dan ujud cuma amalan dan ketakwaan kita sahaja yang akan dapat membezakan kepekaan kita kepada tanda-tanda ini.&lt;br /&gt;    Rasulallah SAW diriwayatkan masih mampu memperlihat dan menceritakan kepada keluarga dan sahabat secara lansung akan kesukaran menghadapi sakaratulmaut dari awal hinggalah akhirnya hayat Baginda.&lt;br /&gt;    Imam Ghazali rahimahullah diriwayatkan memperolehi tanda-tanda ini sehinggakan beliau mampu menyediakan dirinya untuk menghadapi sakaratulmaut secara sendirian. Beliau menyediakan dirinya dengan segala persiapan termasuk mandinya, wuduknya serta kafannya sekali cuma  ketika sampai bahagian tubuh dan kepala sahaja beliau telah memanggil abangnya iaitu Imam Ahmad Ibnu Hambal untuk menyambung tugas tersebut. Beliau wafat ketika Imam Ahmad bersedia untuk mengkafankan bahagian mukanya.&lt;br /&gt;    Adapun riwayat -riwayat ini memperlihatkan kepada kita sesungguhnya Allah SWT tidak pernah berlaku zalim kepada hambanya. Tanda-tanda yang diberikan adalah untuk menjadikan kita umat Islam supaya dapat bertaubat dan bersedia dalam perjalanan  menghadap Allah SWT. Walaubagaimanapun semua tanda-tanda ini akan berlaku kepada orang-orang Islam sahaja manakala orang-orang kafir iaitu orang yang menyekutukan Allah nyawa mereka ini akan terus di rentap tanpa sebarang peringatan sesuai dengan kekufuran mereka kepada Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapun tanda-tanda ini terbahagi kepada beberapa keadaan :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Tanda 100 hari sebelum hari mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ini adalah tanda pertama dari Allah SWT kepada hambanya dan hanya akan disedari oleh mereka-mereka yang dikehendakinya. Walaubagaimanapun semua orang Islam akan mendapat tanda ini cuma samada mereka sedar atau tidak sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanda ini akan berlaku lazimnya selepas waktu Asar.&lt;br /&gt;    Seluruh tubuh iaitu dari hujung rambut sehingga ke hujung kaki akan mengalami getaran atau seakan-akan mengigil.Contohnya seperti daging lembu yang baru disembelih dimana jika diperhatikan dengan teliti kita akan mendapati daging tersebut seakan-akan bergetar.&lt;br /&gt;    Tanda ini rasanya lazat dan bagi mereka sedar dan berdetik di hati bahawa mungkin ini adalah tanda mati maka getaran ini akan berhenti dan hilang setelah kita sedar akan kehadiran tanda ini.&lt;br /&gt;    Bagi mereka yang tidak diberi kesedaran atau mereka yang hanyut dengan kenikmatan tanpa memikirkan soal kematian , tanda ini akan lenyap begitu sahaja tanpa sebarang munafaat.&lt;br /&gt;    Bagi yang sedar dengan kehadiran tanda ini maka ini adalah peluang terbaik untuk memunafaatkan masa yang ada untuk mempersiapkan diri dengan amalan dan urusan yang akan dibawa atau ditinggalkan sesudah mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Tanda 40 hari sebelum hari mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tanda ini juga akan berlaku sesudah waktu Asar.&lt;br /&gt;    Bahagian pusat kita akan berdenyut-denyut.&lt;br /&gt;    Pada ketika ini daun yang tertulis nama kita akan gugur dari pokok yang letaknya di atas Arash Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;    Maka malaikatmaut akan mengambil daun tersebut dan mula membuat persediaannya ke atas kita antaranya ialah ia akan mula mengikuti kita sepanjang masa.&lt;br /&gt;    Akan terjadi malaikatmaut ini akan memperlihatkan wajahnya sekilas lalu dan jika ini terjadi, mereka yang terpilih ini akan merasakan seakan-akan bingung seketika.&lt;br /&gt;    Adapun malaikatmaut ini wujudnya cuma seorang tetapi kuasanya untuk mencabut nyawa adalah bersamaan dengan jumlah nyawa yang akan dicabutnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Tanda 7 hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Adapun tanda ini akan diberikan hanya kepada mereka yang diuji dengan musibah kesakitan di mana orang sakit yang tidak makan secara tiba-tiba ianya berselera untuk makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Tanda 3 hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pada ketika ini akan terasa denyutan di bahagian tengah dahi kita iaitu diantara dahi kanan dan kiri.&lt;br /&gt;    Jika tanda ini dapat dikesan maka berpuasalah kita  selepas itu supaya perut kita tidak mengandungi banyak najis dan ini akan memudahkan urusan orang yang akan memandikan kita nanti.&lt;br /&gt;    Ketika ini juga mata hitam kita tidak akan bersinar lagi dan bagi orang yang sakit hidungnya akan perlahan-lahan jatuh dan ini dapat dikesan jika kita melihatnya dari bahagian sisi.&lt;br /&gt;    Telinganya akan layu dimana bahagian hujungnya akan beransur-ansur masuk ke dalam.&lt;br /&gt;    Telapak kakinya yang terlunjur akan perlahan-lahan jatuh ke depan dan sukar ditegakkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Tanda 1 hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Akan berlaku sesudah waktu Asar di mana kita akan merasakan satu denyutan di sebelah belakang iaitu di kawasan ubun-ubun di mana ini menandakan kita tidak akan sempat untuk menemui waktu Asar keesokan harinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Tanda akhir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Akan berlaku keadaan di mana kita akan merasakan satu keadaan sejuk di bahagian pusat dan ianya akan turun ke pinggang dan seterusnya akan naik ke bahagian halkum. Ketika ini hendaklah kita terus mengucap kalimah syahadah dan berdiam diri dan menantikan kedatangan malaikatmaut untuk menjemput kita kembali kepada Allah  SWT yang telah menghidupkan kita dan sekarang akan mematikan pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENUTUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sesungguhnya marilah kita bertaqwa dan berdoa kepada Allah SWT semuga kita adalah di antara orang-orang yang yang dipilih oleh Allah yang akan diberi kesedaran untuk peka terhadap tanda-tanda mati ini semoga kita dapat membuat persiapan terakhir dalam usaha memohon keampunan samada dari Allah SWT mahupun dari manusia sendiri dari segala dosa dan urusan hutang piutang kita.Walaubagaimanapun sesuai dengan sifat Allah SWT yang maha berkuasa lagi pemurah lagi maha mengasihani maka diriwatkan bahawa tarikh mati seseorang manusia itu masih boleh diubah dengan amalan doa iaitu samada doa dari kita sendiri ataupun doa dari orang lain. Namun ianya adalah ketentuan Allah SWT semata-mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oleh itu marilah kita bersama-sama berusaha dan berdoa semuga kita diberi hidayah dan petunjuk oleh Allah SWT serta kelapangan masa dan kesihatan tubuh badan dan juga fikiran dalam usaha kita untuk mencari keredhaan Allah SWT samada di dunia mahupun akhirat.&lt;br /&gt;    Apa yang baik dan benar itu datangnya dari Allah SWT dan apa yang  salah dan silap itu adalah dari kelemahan manusia itu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                WALLAHUA`LAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113474514959693642?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113474514959693642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113474514959693642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113474514959693642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113474514959693642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/tanda-tanda-kematian-untuk-orang-islam.html' title='TANDA-TANDA KEMATIAN UNTUK ORANG ISLAM'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113439572301431704</id><published>2005-12-12T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:55:23.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who is it????</title><content type='html'>This probably takes you 2mins to glance thru. But it can be quite beneficial to know what is becoming of our society. Better be safe than sorry . Better to take note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also happened to my colleague who is staying in Clementi, no other block facing his block, quite quiet, only his wife was at home but all windows closed &amp; padlock on the gate. Something happened, a guy used keys &amp; was trying to open the door, my colleague's wife heard the noise &amp; opened the door, the guy saw her &amp; just said something like 'Oh sorry, wrong house', he was holding this big bunch of keys, obviously he was up to no good, but it didn't occur to them to report it to the police. This is to warn and alert those staying in HDB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened at my place (Clementi) last Sunday morning. My sister heard some noise at our main door( it started since 5am plus). Seems like someone is trying to open our main door and main entrance. Initially, she thought that it was someone from our family but when she look through the door, it was someone else..... a dark man wearing checks shirt - nationality unknown as he's very tan. When my father opened the door and confronted him, he gave an excuse that he's looking for someone and made a mistake. He apologised and walk away. That's not all... this morning, my sister told me that her boyfriend's flat in Ang Mo Kio also encountered the same case as above.A man trying to open their door early in the morning and ran away when the owner opens the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be WARNED... make sure your doors are always securely locked. Call the police immediately. DON't Open the door to confront them..(we made a mistake here ), the person might be armed.. Be alert at all times especially during the bad times now..I wonder if anybody have such experience.. It seems like it is happening here and there..(2 cases that i've known so far ) Real story from some one in Singapore.Not to scare you but just for precaution... A chilling yet important tip. WOMEN SHOULDN'T LET HOUSE KEYS STRAY FROM THEIR SIDE I would like to warn women, especially young women,about the danger of giving their car keys with their house keys attached to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend's daughter went to a well-known tire company to have a flat tire repaired while she waited. Without thinking, she handed her key ring with all her keys on it to the serviceman and waited. What she didn't know is that most of these places also have machines that make copies of keys.One of the servicemen copied her apartment key, and two days later, entered her apartment late at night and raped her. This was a business she frequented, and they had all the information in their computer about where she lived, her phone number, etc. The man was caught months later and the police found out that he had done this before. He is now in jail, and my friend's daughter is trying to go on with her life. I called my daughter right away and told her this story so she could learn from it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, warn your readers to have their personal keys on another key ring or have a key ring that separates the car keys from one's personal keys.Perhaps this will save another woman from tragedy. You may never know how many tragedies you have prevented today. So gentlemen, though your chances of getting rape is slim, you may get robbed. Nevertheless do your wife or lady friends a favour, cautioned them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113439572301431704?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113439572301431704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113439572301431704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113439572301431704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113439572301431704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-is-it.html' title='who is it????'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113422922798403495</id><published>2005-12-10T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:40:28.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the danger of rat/mouse/rodent droppings!</title><content type='html'>A stock clerk was sent to clean up a storeroom in Maui, Hawaii. When he got back, he was complaining that the storeroom was really filthy and that he had noticed dried mouse or rat droppings in some areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later, he started to feel like he was coming down with a stomach flu, complained of sore joints and headaches and began to vomit. He went to bed and never really got up again. Within two days he was severely ill and weak. His blood sugar count was down to 66, and his face and eyeballs were yellow. He was rushed to the emergency at Pali-Momi, where he was diagnosed to be suffering from massive organ failure He died shortly before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would have made the connection between his job and his death, had it not been for a doctor who specifically asked if he had been in a warehouse or exposed to dried rat or mouse droppings at any time. They said there is a virus (much like the Hanta virus) that lives in dried rat and mouse droppings. Once dried, these droppings are like dust and can easily be breathed in or ingested if a person does not wear protective gear or fails to wash face and hands thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An autopsy was performed on the clerk to verify the doctor's suspicions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why it is extremely important to ALWAYS carefully rinse off the tops of canned sodas or food! s, to wipe off pasta packaging, cereal boxes, and so on. Almost everything you buy in a supermarket was stored in a warehouse at one time or another and stores themselves often have rodents. Most of us remember to wash vegetables and fruits but never think of boxes and cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly truth is, even the most modern, upper class, super stores have rats and mice. And their warehouse most assuredly does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you buy any canned soft drink, please make sure that you wash the top with running water and soap or, if that is not available, drink with a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The investigation of soda cans by the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta discovered that the tops of soda cans can be encrusted with dried rat urine, which is so toxic it can be lethal. Canned drinks and other foodstuffs are stored in warehouses and containers that are usually infested with rodents, and then they get transported to retail outlets without being properly cleaned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113422922798403495?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113422922798403495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113422922798403495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113422922798403495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113422922798403495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/danger-of-ratmouserodent-droppings.html' title='the danger of rat/mouse/rodent droppings!'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113413469564319473</id><published>2005-12-09T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:24:55.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisah seorang Yahudi buta</title><content type='html'>Di sudut pasar Madinah ada seorang pengemis Yahudi buta yang setiap harinya selalu berkata kepada setiap orang yang mendekatinya, "Wahai saudaraku, jangan dekati Muhammad, dia itu orang gila, dia itu pembohong, dia itu tukang sihir, apabila kalian mendekatinya maka kalian akan dipengaruhinya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, setiap pagi Muhammad Rasulullah SAW mendatanginya dengan membawakan makanan, dan tanpa berucap sepatah kata pun Rasulullah SAW menyuapkan makanan yang dibawanya kepada pengemis itu sedangkan pengemis itu tidak mengetahui bahwa yang menyuapinya itu adalah Rasulullah SAW. Rasulullah SAW melakukan hal ini setiap hari sampai beliau wafat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah wafatnya Rasulullah SAW praktis tidak ada lagi orang yang membawakan makanan setiap pagi kepada pengemis Yahudi buta itu. Suatu hari sahabat terdekat Rasulullah SAW yakni Abubakar RA berkunjung ke rumah anaknya Aisyah RA yang tidak lain tidak bukan merupakan istri Rasulullah SAW dan beliau bertanya kepada anaknya itu, "Anakku, adakah kebiasaan kekasihku yang belum aku kerjakan?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah RA menjawab, "Wahai ayah, engkau adalah seorang ahli sunnah dan hampir tidak ada satu kebiasaannya pun yang belum ayah lakukan kecuali satu saja".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apakah Itu?", tanya Abubakar RA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Setiap pagi Rasulullah SAW selalu pergi ke ujung pasar dengan membawakan makanan untuk seorang pengemis Yahudi buta yang ada disana", kata Aisyah RA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keesokan harinya Abubakar RA pergi ke pasar dengan membawa makanan untuk diberikan kepada pengemis itu. Abubakar RA mendatangi pengemis itu lalu memberikan makanan itu kepadanya. Ketika Abubakar RA mulai menyuapinya, si pengemis marah sambil menghardik, "Siapakah kamu ?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abubakar RA menjawab, "Aku orang yang biasa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bukan! Engkau bukan orang yang biasa mendatangiku", bantah si pengemis buta itu. "Apabila ia datang kepadaku tidak susah tangan ini memegang dan tidak susah mulut ini mengunyah. Orang yang biasa mendatangiku itu selalu menyuapiku, tapi terlebih dahulu dihaluskannya makanan tersebut setelah itu ia berikan padaku", pengemis itu melanjutkan perkataannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abubakar RA tidak dapat menahan air matanya, ia menangis sambil berkata kepada pengemis itu, "Aku memang bukan orang yang biasa datang padamu. Aku adalah salah seorang dari sahabatnya, orang yang mulia itu telah tiada. Ia adalah Muhammad Rasulullah SAW".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seketika itu juga pengemis itu pun menangis mendengar penjelasan Abubakar RA, dan kemudian berkata, "Benarkah demikian? Selama ini aku selalu menghinanya, memfitnahnya, ia tidak pernah memarahiku sedikitpun, ia mendatangiku dengan membawa makanan setiap pagi, ia begitu mulia.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengemis Yahudi buta tersebut akhirnya bersyahadat di hadapan Abubakar RA saat itu juga dan sejak hari itu menjadi muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, wahai saudaraku, bisakah kita meneladani kemuliaan akhlaq Rasulullah SAW?Atau adakah setidaknya niatan untuk meneladani beliau? Beliau adalah ahsanul akhlaq, semulia-mulia akhlaq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaupun tidak bisa kita meneladani beliau seratus persen, alangkah baiknya kita berusaha meneladani sedikit demi sedikit, kita mulai dari apa yang kita sanggup melakukannya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113413469564319473?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113413469564319473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113413469564319473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113413469564319473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113413469564319473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/kisah-seorang-yahudi-buta.html' title='kisah seorang Yahudi buta'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113413314001004925</id><published>2005-12-09T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:59:00.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seindah Mawar Berduri (episod 2)</title><content type='html'>Khazinatul Asrar menarik nafas lega. Dia tidak mahu konflik itu berlarutan. Kehadiran nota itu benar-benar menenangkannya. Dia bertahmid meluahkan kesyukuran. Namun setelah seketika, nota Hijriah yang berwarna biru lembut itu mengembalikan ingatannya terhadap nota-nota misteri yang sering kali diterimanya. Dia sebenarnya cuba melupakan persoalan itu kerana ianya bagaikan suatu mainan yang sia-sia. Tiada motifnya. Masih banyak lagi perkara lain yang perlu difikirkan. Namun, situasi ini mengundang persoalan tentang nota misteri itu untuk hadir lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tulisannya tidak sama. Jenis kertas pun berlainan," Khazinatul Asrar membanding- bandingkan nota Hijriah dengan nota-nota yang diterima sebelumnya. Wajahnya hampa. Dia bingkas bangun memperbaharui wudhuknya. Di saat-saat resah begitu, al-Quranlah penawar paling mujarab baginya kerana Al-Quran adalah warkah cinta dari Pencipta. Allahlah Kekasih yang paling memahami. Masakan tidak, Dialah raja segala cinta kerana Dialah sebenarnya Pencipta cinta. Lihatlah hanya dengan satu sifat cinta-Nya yang dilontar ke bumi, berkasih sayanglah semua makhlukNya hatta binatang sekalipun. Bayangkanlah 99 lagi sifat cinta yang masih bersama-Nya. &lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah! Agungnya cinta Ilahi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada kuliah pagi itu, awal-awal lagi Khazinatul Asrar mengajak Suwaibah Aslamiyyah duduk di sebelahnya. Dia mengambil langkah berjaga-jaga sebelum Tsabit mengambil kesempatan untuk duduk di sebelahnya kerana Hijriah tak datang. Suwaibah Aslamiyyah memenuhi perlawaan Khazinatul Asrar tanpa banyak soal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk kali inipun, nota berwarna biru lembut hadir lagi dalam buku yang dibawanya. "Wahai pencuri, saya bertai biru di Cyber Café Kajang pada pukul 5.00 petang ini. Ayuh kita buat perhitungan!" Pandangannya segera beralih kepada pemuda yang berkedudukan di posisi belakangnya. Entah mengapa dia begitu curiga dengan pemuda yang memakai baju kemeja putih berbintik biru itu. Warna biru memang ada kaitan dengan pemuda itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsabit yang menyedari Khazinatul Asrar sedang memandangnya dengan spontan membetulkan songkok di atas kepalanya sambil tersengih-sengih. Hati Khazinatul Asrar bertambah geram. Kali ini dia tidak berfikir panjang lagi. Hatinya penuh yakin. Lantas dia mencoretkan sesuatu di atas kertas dan menghulurkannya kepada Tsabit. &lt;br /&gt;*Perhitungan! Cyber Café Kajang, 5.00 petang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khazinatul Asrar berazam pertemuan yang akan diadakan seringkas yang mungkin dengan Tsabit petang ini bakal mengajar Tsabit sesuatu. Berkeriuk dahi Tsabit menatap nota itu. Namun selepas seketika, dia tersenyum sendirian. Entah apa yang difikirkannya. Suwaibah Aslamiyyah juga mengeriukkan dahi melihat telatah aneh Khazinatul Asrar. "Duhai kekasihku Ya Allah, peliharalah diriku dari fitnah..." hatinya berdoa tatkala menyedari temannya mula memikirkan sesuatu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada petang itu... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa dia bertai hitam? Kemeja pula merah jambu..." bisik hati kecil Khazinatul Asrar tatkala dia melihat dari jauh telatah Tsabit yang sedang mencari-cari seseorang di muka pintu Cyber Café. Lagaknya bagaikan orang yang sudah lama menunggu. Langkahnya terus disusun kemas menuju ke situ. Tsabit mula menyedari kemaraan gadis itu. Dibetulkan tainya agar lebih kemas. Entah keberapa kali dia membetulkannya... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saudara terlupa pakai tai biru?" sindir Khazinatul Asrar tatkala langkahnya betul-betul berhenti di hadapan Tsabit. Tubuhnya di hala ke arah lain. Tidak tergamak untuknya bertembung mata dengan pemuda kacak kacukan Libya itu. Ghoddul basor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tai biru?" dahi Tsabit berjalur dengan tandatanya. "Ya... tai biru! Atau... mungkin tai biru itu sebenarnya yang telah saya curi. Maklumlah saya ni kan pencuri...” Khazinatul Asrar menyindir lagi. "Asrar, apa yang awak cakap ni?" wajah Tsabit kebingungan. "Maafkan saya saudara…saya datang ni pun untuk mengucapkan terima kasih kerana memberi gelaran pencuri kepada saya. Sebagai penghargaan dari saya, saya pun ingin menggelarkan saudara sebagai perompak. Perompak ketenangan orang lain. Maafkan saya..." kata-kata Khazinatul Asrar bagaikan duri mawar yang menusuk kalbu. Dia pantas berlalu dari situ dan segera menaiki teksi yang sedia menanti. Tsabit masih terpinga-pinga di muka pintu. Tiba-tiba badannya dirempuh oleh seorang pemuda bertai biru yang berlari tergesa-gesa seperti mengejar seseorang. Pemuda itu sempat meminta maaf daripada Tsabit. Tsabit semakin keliru. &lt;br /&gt;Tidak seperti selalu, Khazinatul Asrar hanya duduk di bilik pada malam itu. Badannya direbahkan di atas tilam. Peristiwa di Cyber Café petang tadi masih segar di fikirannya. Hatinya puas. Dia berharap agar Tsabit tidak akan mengganggunya lagi dengan nota-nota berwarna biru lembut itu. Namun dia masih dilanda persoalan bagaimana Tsabit boleh meletakkan nota-nota itu ke dalam bukunya tanpa disedari. Sesuatu yang mustahil. Secara logiknya, hanya orang yang terdekat sahaja boleh melakukannya. Orang terdekat? Hijriah... Mungkinkah Hijriah terlibat dalam hal ini? Hijriah? Ah... tak mungkin Hijriah. Perkara kecil sekalipun Hijriah tak mampu nak rahsiakan daripada Khazinatul Asrar. Dia sahabat yang baik dan berterus terang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota-nota yang terkumpul itu terus dibelek-belek untuk mencari clue. Tsabitkah pengirimnya? Hatinya tiba-tiba dilanda serba-salah kerana membuat tindakan yang terburu-buru terhadap Tsabit. Segalanya didasari perasaan geram yang meluap-luap. Dia beristighfar menghitung dirinya. Hatinya terus berdialog sendiri. Tiba-tiba, suatu suara halus mengejutkannya dari lamunan... suara yang tidak asing lagi. Dia bingkas berlari ke pintu dengan senyuman yang manis terukir. &lt;br /&gt;"...oh, saya gembira awak dah kembali," Wajah Khazinatul Asrar penuh ceria menyambut kepulangan Hijriah. Salam dihulur dan mereka berdua saling bersalam berpelukan. Wajah Hijriah juga berseri dengan keceriaan. "Saya ingat nak balik sini secara surprise sebab biasanya waktu-waktu begini awak dah ke perpustakaan… macam dah tahu-tahu saja saya nak balik sini…” Kedua-dua sahabat itu beriringan ke katil masing-masing. "Entahlah...hati saya berat semacam jea nak ke perpustakaan malam ni… tak sangka pulak itu petanda yang sahabat saya yang sorang ni nak balik sini,” senyuman Khazinatul Asrar masih tak lekang di bibir. "Ha... mesti siang malam awak asyik rindukan saya..." Hijriah mengusik disambut ketawa kecil Khazinatul Asrar. Dalam pada itu, mata hijriah melirik pada helaian-helaian nota berwarna biru lembut dalam genggaman Khazinatul Asrar. "Nota apa tue?" Hijriah ingin tahu sambil tangannya pantas mencapai nota-nota itu dari genggaman Khazinatul Asrar. Kazinatul Asrar merelakan. Entahlah &lt;br /&gt;Hijriah... nota-nota ni sering mengganggu fikiran saya sejak akhir-akhir ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ini ujian Allah supaya saya sentiasa memuhasabah diri. Allah takkan bagi ujian kalau bukan kerana Dia sayangkan kita, kan?!” kata-kata itu menyebabkan Khazinatul Asrar direnung dalam-dalam oleh Hijriah. Mata Hijriah langsung tidak berkelip. Bagaikan ada rahsia besar yang tersimpan. Khazinatul Asrar agak terkejut apabila direnung begitu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hijriah...???" Bibirnya mengungkap. Hijriah masih jauh meneroka anak mata Khazinatul Asrar. "Hijriah, kenapa ni?" Khazinatul Asrar yang kehairanan cuba menduga. Air muka Hijriah segera berubah seperti orang yang baru disedarkan dari mimpi. Namun, dia hanya berdiam diri dengan pernyataan Khazinatul Asrar. "Eh, ganjil sekali perangainya..." bisik Khazinatul Asrar kebingungan. Serentak dengan itu, Hijriah tiba-tiba bangun dari katilnya dan mendapatkan handbeg yang baru sebentar tadi diletakkan di atas meja study. Dia mencari-cari sesuatu. Khazinatul Asrar hanya mampu melihat telatah aneh Hijriah itu. Pelbagai soalan dan andaian menujah-nujah kotak fikiran. Hijriah mengeluarkan sekeping nota berwarna biru dari handbegnya dan nota itu diselitkan dalam salah satu fail kepunyaan Khazinatul Asrar yang tersusun kemas di atas meja study. Khazinatul Asrar yang menyaksikan semua itu bertambah keliru. Lidahnya kelu untuk menuturkan sesuatu kepada Hijriah yang berkelakuan ganjil itu.Hijriah &lt;br /&gt;kemudiannya menyerahkan fail yang diselitkan dengan nota berwarna biru itu tadi kepada Khazinatul Asrar. Dengan kebingungan, tangannya akur menyambut fail itu tanpa alasan biarpun mindanya sarat persoalan. Nota berwarna biru itu ditatapnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##Wahai pencuri, kau mungkin telah ke Cyber Café... namun tuntutan saya masih belum terlaksana. Masakan tidak, si perompak pula yang kau temui…not me!!## &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota itu benar-benar menyentak naluri. Hijriah pula direnungi sedalam mungkin. "Apa semua ni?" soalan yang terpacul itu memang sarat dengan tanda tanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serentak dengan itu peristiwa petang tadi terngiang-ngiang di ingatannya. Kerana nota-nota berwarna seumpama itulah, Tsabit digelarnya perompak. Namun itu bukanlah suatu jawapan…sebaliknya menambahkan persoalan. "Hijriah! What’s up? Teka-teki apa ni? Saya tak faham..." Khazinatul Asrar terus dan terus mendesak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung. Pelik. Hairan. Ganjil. Ajaib. Ahhh... Hijriah hanya menunjukkan reaksi tenang dengan persoalan yang diwujudkannya itu. Namun akhirnya, hati dan perasaan seorang sahabat beralah jua pada redup mata Khazinatul Asrar yang jelas memendam persoalan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asrar, maafkan saya!" ungkapnya perlahan. "Untuk apa? Kenapa? Hijriah...???" luahan persoalan itu benar-benar meresapi sanubari Hijriah. Timbul pula rasa bersalah dalam dirinya kerana mendera perasaan Khazinatul Asrar dengan persoalan. Ibarat membalas dendam kesumat yang bersarang. "Asrar, saya tak tau bagaimana harus saya jelaskan. Kalau awak nak tahu sangat tentang nota tue, awak daillah nombor ni. Saya dah tak sanggup menyembunyikan sesuatu daripada awak kerana memang saya tak mampu untuk berbuat begitu..." manik-manik jernih mula menitis di pipi Hijriah sambil tangannya menulis beberapa susunan angka. 017-3410170. Biarlah air mata itu menyucikan sekeping hati yang kadang-kadang dikuasai dendam dan iri hati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu persatu angka 017-3410170 dari handsetnya ditekan. Khazinatul Asrar memang amat mengharapkan satu jawapan dan kepastian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello!" suatu suara garau menyambut panggilan bisu dari Khazinatul Asrar. "Hello, siapa ni?" beberapa kali suara itu mendesak. Khazinatul Asrar hanya mendengar dengan penuh keliru akan suara yang langsung tidak dikenalinya itu sambil matanya tidak berganjak dari anak mata Hijriah, Yang pasti ianya bukan suara Tsabit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Hellooo... awak ni nak main-main ke?" nada suara itu semakin tinggi. "Err, siapa di sana?" terkeluar juga pertanyaan itu dari lidahnya yang kelu. "Eh, kau pulak yang tanya saya siapa?" suara itu masih geram. "Maafkan saya... saya... saya... saya cuma nak tahu siapa di sana?" terketar-ketar lidah Khazinatul Asrar dilanda persoalan. "Kenapa? Saudari ni nak berkenalan dengan saya ke?" suara itu kembali rendah dan cuba bergurau pula. Khazinatul Asrar geram dengan gurauan itu. Bibirnya digetap. Bukan prinsipnya gatal nak mengenali seorang lelaki. "Maaf! Kalau bukan Hijriah yang suruh, saya takkan telefon awak!" luahan Khazinatul Asrar itu menyentak suara itu. "Apa? Hijriah?" suara itu menjadi cemas. Sangat cemas. "Saudari ni Khazinatul Asrar ke?" suara itu bertanya dengan nada takut. "Emm..." jawab Khazinatul Asrar ringkas. Dia semakin pelik apabila lelaki itu telah mengenali dirinya. "Hijriah mungkir janji! Saya dah agak dia mesti dedahkan juga hal ni akhirnya. Suara itu berbaur &lt;br /&gt;hampa meluahkan ketidakpuas hatian. "Jadi awaklah rupanya menyuruh Hijriah menyelitkan nota berwarna biru tu dalam buku-buku saya?" soal Khazinatul Asrar. "Err... jangan salah faham. Saya... saya..." suara itu seakan-akan menyusun ayat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa yang saya telah curi daripada awak?" Khazinatul Asrar semakin berani berhadapan dengan suara lelaki itu. Dia benar-benar ingin meleraikan persoalannya. "Khazinatul Asrar... biarlah dengan peluang ini saya berterus-terang, sejak pandangan pertama lagi, awak telah mencuri hati saya, mimpi saya dan impian saya. Saya langsung tidak boleh melupakan awak." Suara itu langsung tidak mahu berselindung sesuatu. Beristighfar panjang Khazinatul Asrar mendengar kata-kata itu. Butang End ditekan tiba-tiba untuk mengakhiri perbualan itu. Susulan daripada itu, beberapa kali handsetnya berirama minta disambut namun dibiarkan sahaja. Dia sedih kerana dirinya telah melalaikan hidup seorang lelaki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hijriah, tolong jangan buat saya begini!" Khazinatul Asrar seakan menahan marah. Persoalannya bukan terjawab malah kian bertambah. "Sabar Asrar... biar saya jelaskan," udara disedut sedalam mungkin untuk memulakan bicara. "Lelaki tu Ahmad Mukhlisin namanya. Dia siswa tahun akhir course Medic. Jiran saya... Dialah yang menyuruh saya selitkan nota-nota nie dalam buku awak." Handset Khazinatul Asrar berirama lagi. Dia segera memilih profile silent. "Tapi kenapa awak lakukannya?" celah Khazinatul Asrar. "Kerana cinta dan harapan... Asrar, saya sebenarnya menaruh impian cinta terhadapnya namun ternyata dia mencintai awak. Sejak pertama kali dia menyuruh saya menghantar nota-nota nie, sejak itulah saya tahu bahawa dia tak pernah mencintai saya bahkan terlalu menyukai awak, Asrar. Dia merapati saya pun hanyalah kerana ingin mengenali awak. Mulanya saya terlalu kecewa dan mendendami awak tanpa rasionalnya. Kuliah yang saya ponteng tempoh hari sebenarnya kerana saya terlalu melayan &lt;br /&gt;kekecewaan ini. Saya sedar kesilapan saya dan berjanji untuk membantu Mukhlisin menawan hati awak semata-mata untuk membuktikan pada diri saya sendiri bahawa betapa tidak patutnya timbul perasaan dendam terhadap sahabat semulia awak. Maafkan saya. Harapan saya agar dia akan memiliki awak..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hijriah menitiskan air mata lagi. Khazinatul Asrar sebak dengan penjelasan itu. Tulusnya hatimu Hijriah. "Hijriah, usahlah menangis begini. Awak tak bersalah apa- apa terhadap saya! Saya yang seharusnya meminta maaf kerana membuat tafsiran yang bukan-bukan. Kerana hanya timbul sedikit rasa dendam, awak diburu rasa bersalah begini…itu sebenarnya cerminan kepada sucinya hatimu Hijriah." Tubuh itu dirangkul erat. Mekar kembali kuntuman ukhuwwah dan mahabbah. "Asrar, Mukhlisin seorang lelaki yang baik dan penyayang. Dia mengenali awak sewaktu awak turut dicalonkan mewakili Fakulti Pengajian Islam dalam pilihanraya kampus tahun lepas. Gadis semulia awak memang layak untuknya, Asrar. Hati saya sendiri akur dengan hakikat ini walaupun saya pernah mencintai Mukhlisin. Sekuntum mawar berduri yang dikagumi sang kumbang... awak memang contoh yang tepat untuk apa yang awak pernah katakan," raut wajah Hijriah memancarkan keikhlasan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khazinatul Asrar hanya berdiam diri dengan kata-kata Hijriah. Setelah seketika dia bersuara, "Hijriah, saya harap saya takkan mengenalinya!" "Asrar... awak tak nak bagi peluang padanya?" Tanya Hijriah. Khazinatul tidak memberi respon terhadap persoalan itu. Hijriah menyambung lagi, "Janganlah begitu..Mungkin awak tak suka cara dia approach awak. Yelah, siapa suka dititlekan 'pencuri'?! Tapi itu suatu hakikat... awak memang telah benar-benar mencuri hatinya. Mukhlisin sedar awak memang sukar didekati lelaki tanpa sebarang urusan. Dia sedar bahawa dia tiada alasan untuk mengenali awak kerana tak mungkin dia mempunyai urusan dengan awak. Kalau dia luahkan dalam surat pun tentu awak tak layan. Apatah lagi, mustahil baginya untuk keluar dengan awak. Saya sendiri yang menjadi penasihat utamanya. Sebab itulah dia hadirkan dirinya dalam hidup awak melalui cara ni. Dia tak salah, kan?!" beria-ia Hijriah membela Mukhlisin. "Cukuplah... saya dah cukup teruji dengan makhluk Allah bernama lelaki &lt;br /&gt;sejak di bangku sekolah lagi. Saya takkan tewas lagi! Pengalaman mengajar saya bahawa cinta Allah tak boleh diganti sesiapa. Hanya cinta Allah yang memberi kebahagiaan, bukan kelalaian dan angan-angan. Cinta manusia sifatnya sementara. Ada yang bersifat dusta. Ada yang melalaikan dari cinta Pencipta. Saya tak nak dipisahkan dari cinta suci Kekasih Agung di saat ini semata-mata kerana cinta sementara manusia.” Luah Khazinatul Asrar agak emosi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pengalaman? Khazinatul Asrar si mawar berduri ni pernah bercinta?" Hijriah cuba mencungkil sesuatu. "Hijriah, cinta adalah fitrah yang akan dirasai oleh semua orang... sesiapapun takkan terkecuali. Ingin disayangi dan ingin menyayangi adalah ujuan Allah yang paling berat untuk hamba-Nya bergelar remaja." Tersirat pengakuan di sebaik kata-kata itu. "Jadi, benarlah awak pernah bercinta?" Hijriah semakin berminat untuk tahu. Khazinatul Asrar tidak keberatan untuk menceritakan pengalamannya. Moga Hijriah boleh belajar sesuatu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waktu di sekolah dulu, Allah banyak uji saya dengan lelaki. Mula-mula rasa tak suka tapi lama-lama saya rasa seronok apabila diminati. Banyak surat cinta dan hadiah yang saya terima tanpa dipinta. Ada yang mengatakan inilah cinta kerana Allah. Hari-hari yang saya lalui terasa lebih ceria apabila saya mengetahui diri saya ini amat dihargai... ramai lelaki rupanya yang concern pasal diri saya. Namun sifat pemalu saya membuatkan saya kelihatan seperti jual mahal je, hakikatnya hati saya suka. Waktu itu hidup saya penuh dengan angan-angan. Kadang-kadang syaitan membisikkan agar saya melayani surat-surat tersebut. Tapi, Alhamdulillah, berkat tarbiyyah yang saya dapat secara sedar atau tidak di sekolah agama tu, saya rasa malu dan bersalah untuk berbuat begitu biarpun waktu-waktu dalam hidup saya kian dibuai keasyikan. Then, keasyikan itulah yang menjejaskan pelajaran saya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mula bertanya diri, apakah yang telah angan-angan berikan dalam hidup saya? Hanya kegagalan... dan cinta lah punca angan-angan. Saya mula rasa keliru dengan dunia cinta walaupun ianya cuma berlegar di sudut hati. Bukan secara zahir. Saya tak pernah terjemahkannya. Tapi hatilah yang menjadi raja, pemberi arahan kepada seluruh anggota badan. Saya bertanya lagi, bersihkah hatiku ini? Layakkah hatiku ini untuk menadah nur ilmu kerana ilmu itu adalah cahaya dan cahaya takkan menembusi hati yang berbuat maksiat. Saya rasa lebih bersalah lagi apabila ummi dan abah sedih tengok keputusan peperiksaan akhir tahun saya. Saya cemburu kepada kawan-kawan yang sebelumnya tak pernah mengatasi saya dalam pelajaran tiba-tiba jauh meninggalkan saya. Saya buntu. Tak tau nak mengadu pada siapa. Saya sedih dengan kesedihan ummi dan abah. Saban hari, dengan tazkirah dan usrah yang menjadi aktiviti wajib kat sekolah, entah bagaimana saya rasa tertarik pada ungkapan CINTA ALLAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut ustaz-ustaz dan naqibah, saya dapat simpulkan bahawa CINTA ALLAH tak mengecewakan. Cinta-Nya sentiasa membawa kebahagiaan kepada hati, perasaan dan kehidupan. Baru saya sedar bahawa dalam hidup ini, saya ada Allah untuk dicintai. Allah sentiasa menanti dengan penuh cinta terhadap hamba-Nya, cuma saya yang tak kenal cinta Allah. Pintu taubat-Nya sentiasa terbuka luas untuk dikunjungi. Saya mula bertekad untuk mencari cinta agung itu. Saya cuba bersihkan hati dengan mengamalkan banyak amalan sunat dan zikir qolbi. Tika tu, susah juga nak istiqomah terutamanya tahajjud. Namun menyedari ada rahsia cinta Allah disebalik amalan-amalan tu, saya paksa juga diri agar ia sebati menjadi sebahagian daripada kehidupan saya…darah daging saya. Saya mula dapat rasai kelainan pada suasana hati saya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melihat kawan-kawan yang tak diuji dengan lelaki seperti saya, saya terfikir alangkah indahnya kalau cintaku untuk Allah ini tak pernah dicemari oleh cinta manusia. Rasa macam bodoh pulak hidup dalam angan-angan cinta, dahlah masih sekolah. Semua tu sia-sia. Buang masa dan boleh tergadai cita-cita. Sweet 17, saya ada azam baru. Saya ketepikan lelaki daripada fikiran saya. Hati saya dah tekad bahawa cinta Allah mampu mencemerlangkan akademik saya kerana Allahlah penentu segalanya. Bukan sekadar akademik, tapi cinta Allah mampu membawa kebahagiaan yang sebenar-benarnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya boleh rasakan bahawa saya amat perlukan Allah untuk bantu saya dalam fatamorgana dunia remaja. Cinta lelaki hanya akan merampas perasaan ini terhadap Kekasih saya. Saya mula concern pada study dan habiskan masa lapang untuk mengikuti majlis-majlis ilmu kerana saya yakin bahawa tarbiyyah inilah yang mampu menyemarakkan lagi cinta saya pada Pencipta. Siang malam saya berdoa agar Allah hadirkan cinta dan rindu-Nya dalam diri saya yang kosong ni. Saya ingin jatuh cinta pada Allah. Saya dapat rasakan ketenangan jiwa yang lebih bermakna. Hinggalah result SPM diumumkan. Saya menjadi salah seorang top-ten di sekolah. Macam tak percaya! Semuanya kerana cinta Allah sebenarnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bertambah yakin bahawa cinta Allah tidak mengecewakan. Hanya bila tersemai semangat mencari cinta Allah dalam jiwa, barulah saya kenal nikmat cinta sebenarnya. Kudus dan suci. Sebab itulah di usia ini, cinta Allah tidak boleh dikongsi sesiapa. Itu prinsip saya,” panjang lebar Khazinatul Asrar menceritakan dunia remajanya yang membentuk peribadinya pada hari ini. Hijriah mendengarnya dengan penuh minat dan khusyuk, sepatah perkataan pun dia tidak menyampuk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err... awak tak nak kahwin ke? Macam Rabiatul Adawiyyah..." setelah sekian lama membisu, Hijriah mula bertanya dengan muka bodoh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khazinatul Asrar tersenyum. Manis. "Siapalah saya untuk sehebat Rabiatul Adawiyyah. Cintanya tiada hijab dengan Allah hingga ibadahnya memenuhi setiap saat dan detik. Sebenarnya, saya pun ada cita-cita nak melahirkan ummat Rasulullah. Saya redha jika suatu hari nanti saya perlu sandarkan cinta Allah pada seorang lelaki bernama suami. Cinta sesama manusia itu adalah fitrah kerana memang Hawa diciptakan daripada Adam dan keduanya saling memerlukan. Allah jadikan Adam dan Hawa cenderung antara satu sama lain kerana itulah fitrah cinta. Awak perlu faham bahawa saya bercakap tentang cinta dalam konteks kita yang masih belajar dan cinta Allah menuntut kita supaya cinta pada ilmu dan tanggungjawab lebih daripada cinta pada lelaki. Kita masih belum bergelar isteri, so tak perlu lagi ada cinta lelaki dalam diri. Cinta pada lelaki hanya khusus dan istimewa untuk lelaki bernama suami sahaja. Andainya kita dah saling menyukai dengan seseorang, tahanlah dulu perasaan tu untuk situasi masih belum &lt;br /&gt;bersedia seperti sekarang ni. Bergantunglah harapan itu pada Allah. Luahkanlah rasa cinta apabila kita dah betul-betul bersedia untuk walimah. Barulah banyak pintu syaitan tertutup. Sucinya cinta kita kalau dijaga sedemikian rapi kerana tiada unsur kelalaian dari cinta Allah. Inilah sebenarnya cinta kerana Allah. Moga-moga Allah anugerahkan pula seorang lelaki yang turut dicintai-Nya. Lelaki yang mampu membimbing kita yang lemah ni ke jalan yang lebih Allah redhai dan mampu mengemudi bahtera rumahtangga menuju ke negeri abadi,” jelasnya lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau Mukhlisin tu bakal suami awak?" Hijriah membuat muka bodoh lagi. "Apa yang awak tanya ni? Awak masih tak faham dengan penjelasan saya?" Khazinatul Asrar buat-buat marah. "Takkk..." balas Hijriah spontan. "Okey, kalau dia adalah lelaki yang ditaqdirkan Allah untuk jadi suami saya, saya redha. Allah Yang Maha Bijaksana menentukan yang terbaik untuk saya. Tapi, untuk situasi sekarang ni, tak perlulah saya nak cakap I LOVE YOU ke, nak ajak dating ke,nak bagi hadiah ke, coz untuk apa semua tu? Untuk ganggu study saya? Untuk bazirkan waktu saya? Untuk tukarkan pemikiran saya dari perjuangan kepada khayalan? Untuk gelapkan hati saya? Untuk lalaikan solat saya? Untuk jauhkan saya dari Allah kerana asyik ingatkan dia? Nau’zubillah. Tahanlah dulu cinta tu sebab Islam suruh tahan pun bukannya lama sangat. Lepas kahwin nanti luahkanlah…cinta sesama insan atas nama suami isteri adalah cinta yang amat Allah redhai. Bukannya cinta khayalan sepasang kekasih, kotor dengan tipu daya syaitan. &lt;br /&gt;Cinta lepas kahwin lagi bermakna! Lagipun, rumah tangga yang dibina atas dasar cinta yang terpelihara dari murka Allah insyaAllah akan lebih diberkati Allah. Permulaan yang diredhai insyaAllah akan dibalas dengan keredhaan pula. Dah faham ke Cik Hijriah? Saya dah ngantuk ni... esok kuliah awal tau, 6.30 pagi," Khazinatul Asrar ingin bebas dari persoalan Hijriah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alah... janganlah ngantuk lagi. Banyak soalan lagi ni!" Hijriah mengeluh. Khazinatul Asrar mendengus perlahan. Dia dapat menduga tentu soalan yang berkisar tentang nama itu lagi akan Hijriah utarakan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asrar, kalaulah Mukhlisin..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...BERSAMBUNG...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113413314001004925?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113413314001004925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113413314001004925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113413314001004925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113413314001004925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/seindah-mawar-berduri-episod-2.html' title='Seindah Mawar Berduri (episod 2)'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113413280163936361</id><published>2005-12-09T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:53:21.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR AGE BY CHOCOLATE MATH</title><content type='html'>This is pretty neat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T CHEAT BY SCROLLING DOWN FIRST! &lt;br /&gt;It takes less than a minute .... &lt;br /&gt;Work this out as you read ... &lt;br /&gt;Be sure you don't read the bottom until you've worked it out! &lt;br /&gt;This is not one of those waste of time things, it's fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to have chocolate &lt;br /&gt;(more than once but less than 10) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Multiply it by 50 -- I'll wait while you get the calculator &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1755 .... &lt;br /&gt;If you haven't, add 1754. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have a three digit number . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first digit of this was your original number &lt;br /&gt;(i.e., how many times you want to have chocolate each week). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two numbers are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR AGE! (Oh YES, it is!!!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS THE ONLY YEAR (2005) IT WILL EVER WORK, SO SPREAD IT AROUND WHILE IT LASTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113413280163936361?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113413280163936361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113413280163936361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113413280163936361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113413280163936361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-age-by-chocolate-math.html' title='YOUR AGE BY CHOCOLATE MATH'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113413175937136007</id><published>2005-12-09T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:35:59.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CODE 9 - good trick for chatters =P</title><content type='html'>There is a new online code out, kinda like lol or brb. This one is a little different though. You all know how it feels when you're talking to someone online, and your Mom is standing right behind you, reading every word that is on the screen. Then of course, the other person swears vulgarity or talks about how much you love your crush or something and your Mom reads it and tells you to get offline that instant, and not talk to that person anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can we do about that? To solve this problem, now we have started the "Code 9" system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In code 9, u simply press "9" when your parent or sibling is watching over your shoulder as you type. That way, the other person will know what you are talkin about, and begin a conversation about homework or something. When your Mom or dad &lt;br /&gt;leaves, press "99" to let the other person know that they are gone, &lt;br /&gt;so you can have a normal conversation again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NOW, SEND THIS TO EVERY1 U KNOW, SO CODE 9 CAN GO INTO EFFECT!!! &lt;br /&gt;IT IS VERY IMPORTANT YOU SEND THIS EMAIL TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113413175937136007?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113413175937136007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113413175937136007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113413175937136007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113413175937136007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/code-9-good-trick-for-chatters-p.html' title='CODE 9 - good trick for chatters =P'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113413089290237842</id><published>2005-12-09T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:52:18.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you complain about life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/pic01261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/400/pic01261.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/pic19734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/400/pic19734.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/pic07443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/400/pic07443.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/pic12926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/400/pic12926.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/pic03279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/400/pic03279.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113413089290237842?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113413089290237842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113413089290237842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113413089290237842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113413089290237842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-you-complain-about-life.html' title='when you complain about life...'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113360809659810499</id><published>2005-12-03T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T19:08:16.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aurat - something muslimah should pay attention to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/1600/aurat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1885/417/320/aurat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ana harap, setelah membaca poster ini, para muslimah di luar sana sedar akan kesilapan mereka dan kekurangan yang ada dalam style pakaian mereka..&lt;br /&gt;it's ok to be stylish; as long as you know your limits... walaupun ada yang berkata, "saya masih tutup aurat!" tetapi..tengoklah~ kalau cara salah..semua jadi salah~ pahala pun tak dapat! &lt;br /&gt;adalah baik kalau pembaca dapat menyebarkan poster ini kepada rakan-rakan atau saudara-mara muslimah yang lain..semoga kita semua mendapat manfaat daripadanya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113360809659810499?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113360809659810499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113360809659810499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113360809659810499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113360809659810499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/aurat-something-muslimah-should-pay.html' title='aurat - something muslimah should pay attention to!'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113360709763185822</id><published>2005-12-03T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:14:09.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New kind of Breast Cancer - Paget's Disease</title><content type='html'>Please forward to all of the women in your lives . Mothers, daughters, sisters, aunts, friends, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, a rare kind of breast cancer was found. A lady developed a rash on her breast, similar to that of young mothers who are nursing. Because her mammogram had been clear, the doctor treated her with antibiotics for infections. After 2 rounds, it continued to get worse, so her doctor sent her for another mammogram. This time it showed a mass. A biopsy found a fast growing malignancy. Chemo was started in order to shrink the growth; then a mastectomy was performed; then a full round of Chemo; then radiation. After about 9 months of intense treatment,! she was given a clean bill of health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had one year of living each day to its fullest. Then the cancer returned to the liver area. She took 4 treatments and decided that she wanted quality of life, not the after effects of Chemo. She had 5 great months and she planned each detail of the final days. After a few days of needing morphine, she died. She left this message to be delivered to women everywhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, PLEASE be alert to anything that is not normal, and be persistent in getting help as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paget's Disease:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This is a rare form of breast cancer, and is on the outside of the breast, on the nipple and aureole It appeared as a rash, which later became a lesion with a crusty outer edge. I would not have ever suspected it to be breast cancer but it was. My nipple never seemed any different to me, but the rash bothered me, so I went to the doctor for that. Sometimes, it itched and was sore, but other than that it didn't bother me. It was just ugly and a nuisance, and could no! t be cleared up with all the creams prescribed by my doctor and dermatologist for the dermatitis on my eyes just prior to this outbreak. They seemed a little concerned but did not warn me it could be cancerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I suspect not many women out there know a lesion or rash on the nipple or aureole can be breast cancer. (Mine started out as a single red pimple on the aureole. One of the biggest problems with Paget's disease of the nipple is that the symptoms appear to be harmless. It is frequently thought to be a skin inflammation or infection, leading to unfortunate delays in detection and care.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What are the symptoms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A persistent redness, oozing, and crusting of your nipple causing it to itch and burn (As I stated, mine did not itch or burn much, and had no oozing I was aware of, but it did have a crust along the outer edge on one side.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A sore on your nipple that will not heal. (Mine was on the aureole area with a whitish thick looking area in center of nipple).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Usually only one nipple is effected. How is it diagnosed? Your doctor will do a physical exam and should suggest having a mammogram of both breasts, done immediately. Even though the redness, oo! zing and crusting closely resemble dermatitis (inflammation of the skin), your doctor should suspect cancer if the sore is only on one breast. Your doctor should order a biopsy of your sore to confirm what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message should be taken seriously and passed on to as many of your relatives and friends as possible; it could save someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breast cancer has spread and metastasized to my bones after receiving mega doses of chemotherapy, 28 treatments of radiation and taking Tamaxofin. If this had been diagnosed as breast cancer in the beginning, perhaps it would not have spread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO ALL READERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sad as women are not aware of Paget's disease. If, by passing this around on the e-mail, we can make others aware of it and its potential danger, we are helping women everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you can, take a moment to forward this message to as many people as possible, especially to your family and friends. It only takes a moment, yet the results could save a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113360709763185822?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113360709763185822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113360709763185822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113360709763185822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113360709763185822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-kind-of-breast-cancer-pagets.html' title='New kind of Breast Cancer - Paget&apos;s Disease'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113360659355738670</id><published>2005-12-03T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T18:43:13.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why a Hindu should become a Muslim</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Call to Islam Research&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Indian Hindu research professor, in his stunning book, claims that the description of Avatar found in the holy books of Hindu religion is in fact that of the Prophet Muhammad (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the author of this book were a Muslim, he could have been arrested or he could have even been murdered and all the copies of his book would have been confiscated. Even a ban would have been slapped on its publication. A riot and violence would have broken out against innocent Muslims and their blood would have been shed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, the author of this book is a fair-minded, famous professor who happens to be a Hindu. His name is Pandit Benda Prakash Upadhai and the name of his fact revealing book is Kalki Avatar. The author is a Hindu Brahmin by caste of Bengali origin. He is a research scholar, a seeker of the Truth and a well-known Pandit in Allahabad University. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of research work, Pandit Vedaprakash published this book and eight other pandits have endorsed and certified his points of argument as authentic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Hindu belief and their holy books, the description of the Guide and the Leader, named Kalki Avatar, fits only the Prophet Muhammad (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam) of Arabia. So the Hindus of the whole world should not wait any longer for the arrival of Kalki Avatar (the spirit) and should readily accept Prophet Muhammad (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam) as Kalki Avatar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER ENDING PAIN &lt;br /&gt;What the author and other eight eminent pandits say is that the Hindus who are still anxiously awaiting the arrival of Kaki Avatar are simply subjecting themselves to a never-ending pain, because such a great messenger has come and gone from this world fourteen centuries ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandit Vedaprakash produces the following sound evidence from the Vedas and other holy books of the Hindu religion in support of his claim: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In Purana (a holy book of the Hindus), it is stated that Kalki Avatar would be the last messenger (prophet) of God in this world for the guidance of the whole world and all human beings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. According to Hindu religions prediction of the birth of Kalki Avatar would take place in an isle which, again according to Hindu religion, is Arab region. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In the books of Hindus, the names of the father and the mother of Kalki Avatar are given as Vishnubhagat and Sumaani respectively. If we examine the meanings of these names, we shall come to a very interesting conclusion, e.g. take Vishnubhagat: Vishnu (meaning god) + Bhagat (meaning slave) = Allah (in Arabic) = Slave of God = Abdullah (in Arabic). Sumaani = Peace or Calmness = Aaminah (in Arabic) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In the religious books of Hindus, it is mentioned the staple diet of Kalki Avatar would be dates and olive and he would be the most honest and truthful person in the Region. Without any doubt, the Prophet (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam) is acclaimed to possess these qualities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It is stated in Vedas (Hindu holy book) that the birth of Kalki Avatar would take place in an honourable clan. This perfectly fits only with the clan of Quraysh to which Prophet Muhammad (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam) belonged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAZZLING ACCOUNT &lt;br /&gt;6. God would teach Kalki Avatar through His messenger (angel) in a cave. Allah taught Prophet Muhammad (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam) through His messenger Jibraaeel in a cave known as Ghaar Hiraa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. God would avail Kalki Avatar with a very speedy horse to ride and travel the whole world and the seven skies. This is an indication of the Buraaq and Mi'raaj. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. God would also avail Kalki Avatar with divine help. This was probably proven in the Battle of Badr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Another dazzling account given about Kalki Avatar was that he would be born on the 12th of a month. The Prophet (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam) was born on the 12th of Rabi-ul-Awwal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Kalki Avatar would be an excellent horse rider and swordsman. The Prophet (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam) was both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author has given numerous other arguments in favour of his claim that Kalki Avatar is in fact Prophet Muhammad (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam) and those who still await the arrival of Kalki Avatar should think again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113360659355738670?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113360659355738670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113360659355738670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113360659355738670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113360659355738670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-hindu-should-become-muslim.html' title='Why a Hindu should become a Muslim'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113350277790670750</id><published>2005-12-02T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:52:57.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seindah Mawar Berduri (episod 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Seindah Mawar Berduri &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasil Karya: FATIMAH SYARHA MOHD NOORDIN &lt;br /&gt;Disenarai Pada: 25 September, 2005 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khazinatul Asrar…khazanah kerahsiaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang gadis yang menyimpan rahsia kesucian hati yang takut dan cinta pada Ilahi di sebalik tabir aurat yang menghijab diri. Dia menjadi siulan ramai lelaki namun falsafah cinta yang dipegangnya menyebabkan dirinya tidak mudah untuk dimiliki. Dia tetap teguh dengan falsafahnya biarpun didatangi dugaan cinta silih berganti. Khazinatul Asrar mendapat keistimewaan itu kerana rahsia falsafah cintanya pada Ilahi. Cinta yang kudus dan  suci. Kehebatan falsafah cintanya itu menyebabkan banyak kumbang yang akur tewas. Mereka tak terdaya menempuhi ranjau dan duri sepanjang perjalanan untuk menyunting mawar idaman. Apakah sebenarnya falsafah cinta Khazinatul Asrar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah cintanya semata-mata untuk Ilahi lalu meminggirkan lelaki? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapakah ramai kumbang yang tercabar untuk memiliki si mawar yang sedang mekar di Taman Larangan itu? Dan banyak lagi persoalan yang perlu diterokai... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya muncullah si jejaka pilihan Allah S.W.T buat si mawar berduri, menyingkap seribu satu rahsia kesucian hati di sebalik tabir cinta Khazinatul Asrar. Bagaimana Khazinatul Asrar akhirnya dimiliki? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapakah sang kumbang itu yang berjaya mencari penawar bisa duri wardah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucinya cintamu Khazinatul Asrar, seindah mawar berduri... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATIMAH SYARHA MOHD NOORDIN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingkisan tinta ini kutujukan istimewa buat mereka yang mencari kejernihan redho Ilahi dalam percintaan... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terimalah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seindah Mawar Berduri... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Khazinatul asrar, kau pencuri!" Khazinatul Asrar tergamam melihat sekeping nota kecil berwarna biru lembut yang terselit di dalam buku Usul Fiqh nya. Seribu persoalan bertandang di benak fikiran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa yang aku curi?" bisiknya sendiri penuh kehairanan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matanya liar memerhati sekeliling dewan kuliah, manalah tahu kalau–kalau ada mata yang sedang melihat reaksinya tatkala dia menatap nota itu…mata yang mungkin sedang nakal melihatnya dirinya diperlakukan begitu. Namun tiada seorang pun daripada rakan sekuliahnya yang menunjukkan reaksi yang mencurigakan. Masing–masing sibuk dengan kerja sendiri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biarkanlah..!!" hatinya berbisik lagi. Dia tidak mahu menyerabutkan fikirannya untuk berfikir soal nota kecil itu yang dirasakan suatu gurauan semata–mata.Lengan jubahnya ditarik sedikit untuk melihat jam di tangannya. Sudah pukul 8.50 pagi! 10 minit lagi kelas Usul Fiqh akan bermula. Sekejap saja lagi Dr.Maisarah yang sering mengawali waktu akan masuk untuk memulakan sessi kuliyahnya. Tepat seperti apa yang disangka, derapan laju tapak kasut seorang wanita 40-an itu memang cukup dikenalinya. Masuklah doktor falsafah dalam bidang Pengajian Islam itu. Tatkala itu juga, barulah Khaznatul Asrar sedar bahawa kerusi di sebelahnya masih kosong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mana Hijriah?" getus hatinya. Pandangannya terbuang keluar pintu dewan untuk mencari–cari kelibat rakan sebilik, sekamsis dan sekuliahnya itu kalau-kalau dia terlewat datang. Hampa. "Mungkin dia kurang sihat... kasihan dia tak dapat mengikuti kuliah hari nie. Tapi... betulkah dia sakit? kalau demam sikit–sikit tu, dia tak mungkin tinggalkan kelas. Hijriah bukan begitu orangnya..." hatinya berbicara sendiri. Sedikit rasa bimbang datang bertamu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hijriah tak datang hari ni? Err , boleh saya duduk sini?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamunan Khazinatul Asrar terhenti oleh sapaan Tsabit yang tiba–tiba datang melabuhkan punggung di sebelahnya tanpa diundang. Khazinatul Asrar hanya mampu berdiam diri, jiwanya beristighfar panjang kerana tidak selesa didampingi oleh seorang lelaki ajnabi. Apatah lagi lelaki itu memang sejak dulu lagi sering untuk cuba untuk mendekatinya tetapi tidak pernah dilayan. Pelajar–pelajar Fakulti Pengajian Islam, UKM terus memfokuskan perhatian kepada Dr.Maisarah sebaik sahaja kelas bermula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa sorang je hari nie? Mana Hijriah?" tersembul pertanyaan itu dari mulut Tsabit sedangkan Dr.Maisarah sedang lantang memberikan kuliahnya. Seolah–olah dia ingin memulakan perbualan. Konsentrasi Khazinatul Asrar terganggu seketika. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibirnya digetap. Geram. Astargfirullah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maafkan saya, saudara. Kita di dewan kuliah sekarang nie!" Khazinatul Asrar bernada agak tegas tanpa menjeling sedikitpun kepada Tsabit apatah lagi untuk menoleh. Dia tidak mahu membuka ruang kepada Tsabit yang sering mencari peluang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandangannya tetap setia tertumpu pada Dr.Maisarah namun pertanyaan Tsabit itu membuat fikirannya melayang memikirkan Hijriah yang tidak datang ke kuliah. Persoalan–persoalan yang berlegar di mindanya ditambah pula dengan ketidakselesaan didampingi Tsabit menyebabkan dia tewas untuk memberikan sepenuh perhatian kepada syarahan Dr.Maisarah. Dalam sedar mahupun tidak, fikirannya melayang entah kemana. Wajah Hijriah berlegar–legar disudut ingatan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakan tidak, Hijriah bersiap–siap seperti biasa pagi tadi. Ceria seperti hari–hari biasa. Langsung tiada tanda-tanda yang menunjukkan dia sakit. Tak mungkin tiba–tiba sahaja dia jatuh sakit. Apa yang telah terjadi kepadanya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terbit pula kesalan dihatinya kerana tidak pergi ke dewan kuliah bersama–sama Hijriah. Bukan apa, Hijriah suka datang lambat sedangkan Khazinatul Asrar lebih gemar datang awal ke dewan kuliah agar bolehlah dia mengulangkaji secara ringan sebelum kuliyah bermula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsabit yang menyedari dirinya telah menimbulkan kemarahan Khazinatul Asrar lagi, mula memberikan sepenuh perhatian kepada syarahan Dr.Maisarah. Dia selalu tersilap waktu untuk cuba mendekati gadis pujaannya itu. Lantaran itu, setiap kali cuba mendekati Khazinatul Asrar, dia pasti dimarahi secara lembut tetapi tegas olehnya. Malah, sejak awal perkenalan, dia tidak pernah diberi walau seulas senyuman sekalipun. Namun, Tsabit adalah seorang pemuda yang tidak mengenal erti serik dan jemu. Sopan santun, kelembutan, keayuan, akhlak dan keperibadian Khazinatul Asrar membakar semangatnya untuk tidak tewas memenangi hati gadis tersebut. Saban waktu, malamnya ditemani mimpi seraut wajah yang bermahkotakan tudung labuh sebagai penghias diri dan dilindungi jubah, sunnah sahabiah. Dia igaukan seorang bidadari yang beridentitikan Muslimah sejati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tomorrow... please present this topic...'" Dr Maisarah mengakhiri sesi kuliyahnya yang telah sejam berlalu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Astargfirullahal azhim... apa yang aku dapat hari ni?" spontan Khazinatul Asrar menuturkan kata–kata itu membuatkan Tsabit berpaling kepadanya. "Kenapa Asrar?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsabit memberanikan diri bertanya. Prihatin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err.. nothing!" Khazinatul Asrar cepat–cepat berdalih dan mula menyibukkan diri mengemas buku–buku di hadapannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya tahu, awak tak salin apa–apa nota tadi, kan? awak fikirkan sesuatu ye?!" Tsabit cuba menduga. Memang sepanjang kuliah matanya sering menjeling-jelling. Khazinatul Asrar bingkas bangun dari kerusinya untuk segera mengakhiri perbualan yang tidak diminta itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maaf, saya nak pulang dulu," getusnya seolah–olah acuh tak acuh dengan pertanyaan Tsabit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ish, sombongnya!" keluh Tsabit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sombong pun sombonglah.. thanks!’" balas Khazinatul Asrar bersahaja. Langkahnya mula diatur. Pantas Tsabit memintasnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nanti...!" halang Tsabit. Khazinatul Asrar menundukkan pandangannya. Tidak sanggup untuknya menentang renungan mata dari pemuda yang berdarah Melayu- Libya itu. Dia hanya mampu mendengus lemah. Geram bila langkahnya disekat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatinya berzikir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err... Kalau awak sudi, pinjamlah nota saya nie," sambil tangannya menghulurkan sebuah buku nota yang cantik bersampul biru muda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Terima-kasih jelah... saya boleh merujuknya semula dengan rakan-rakan perempuan yang lain," balas Khazinatul Asrar. Menolak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau macam tu, awak tolonglah pinjamkan nota saya nie untuk Hijriah." Tsabit masih tidak berputus asa. Dia tahu Hijriah sebilik dengan Khazinatul Asrar. Masih ada strategi lain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sekali lagi, terima kasihlah saudara. Hijriah pun boleh merujuk nota lain bersama saya nanti. Lebih baik saudara bawa pulang saja nota saudara nie dan buat revision untuk presentation esok," tegas Khazinatul Asrar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ish, sombong betullah. Tak baik tau! Allah tak suka orang sombong. Baca dalil karang, baru tau..." Tsabit mula geram dengan penolakan demi penolakan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jangan memandai dengan dalil, tengok situasilah. Allah lagi tak suka orang..." kata-kata Khazinatul Asrar cepat–cepat dipotong... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awak memang tak sudi dengan nota saya dan macam–macam alasan awak bagi. However, saya amanahkan awak pinjamkannya untuk Hijriah." Tsabit bernada merajuk dan meninggalkan notanya di atas kerusi sambil berlalu pergi. Khazinatul Asrar menggeleng–gelengkan kepalanya. Dia berasa geli hati dengan perbuatan Tsabit yang beria–ria untuk meminjamkan buku notanya. Bagaikan hanya dia seorang sahaja yang menyalin nota Dr.Maisarah. Setelah difikir–fikir, Khazinatul Asrar akhirnya membawa pulang nota Tsabit itu untuk diberikan kepada Hijriah memandangkan perkataan 'mengamanahkan' yang Tsabit tuturkan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkahnya disusun kemas untuk pulang ke kamsisnya. Lamunan tentang Hijriah hadir lagi, seolah–olah episodnya bersambung sejak dari dewan kuliah tadi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hijriah belum pernah ponteng kuliah seperti hari ini. Sebagai teman sebilik, dia terlalu ingin tahu keadaan Hijriah di saat itu. Sakitkah dia? Khazinatul Asrar mula berasa bersalah terhadap dirinya sendiri yang mungkin terlalu sibuk mengejar waktu hingga agak mengabaikan situasi teman sebiliknya itu sejak kebelakangan ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penglibatannya sebagai salah seorang perwakilan pelajar PMUKM (Persatuan Mahasiswa Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia) sudah cukup membuatkan hari–hari yang dilaluinya terlalu padat dan singkat. Tenaga, wang dan waktu lapang banyak dikorbankan untuk perjuangannya di kampus itu. Waktu malamnya pula dihabiskan untuk menyiapkan assignment di Perpustakaan Tun Sri Lanang, perpustakaan terbesar di asia tenggara. Baginya tiada istilah rehat selagi dia tidak mampu menyeimbangkan sebijaksana mungkin masa yang dia ada untuk menunaikan tanggung jawab. Khazinatul Asrar menyedari kebenaran kata–kata As-Syahid Al-Iman Hassan Al-Banna: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...kewajipan yang perlu kamu lakukan lebih banyak daripada masa yang kamu ada." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sesegar hijau daunan, begitulah kita diibaratkan…tiada siapa yang bisa memisahkan kita…antara kita semua…~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari tangga kamsis lagi, lagu favourite Hijriah itu bergema kedengaran. Kuat sekali. Khazinatul Asrar menggeleng–gelengkan kepalanya dan terus menyusun langkah menuju ke biliknya yang terletak di barisan ketiga, level 1. Tidak syak lagi, irama nasyid dendangan In-team itu memang datang dari biliknya. Dia dapat menduga bahawa Hijriah pasti ada di dalam bilik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hijriah. Asrar balik nie!" pintu yang tidak berkunci itu dikuaknya perlahan–lahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamnya tiada jawapan. Didapatinya Hijriah sedang tidur dengan bantal ditelangkupkan diatas kepala. Kipas siling berputar ligat dengan penunjuk mengarah full. Lagaknya bagaikan orang yang ada masalah. Khazinatul Asrar memperlahankan volume radio kerana bimbang mengganggu penghuni lain. Serentak dengan itu Hijriah terjaga dari lenanya yang mungkin tidur – tidur ayam sahaja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, Asrar dah balik rupanya…" Hijriah berkata lembut sambil membetulkan kedudukan bantalnya. Khazinatul Asrar mengukir senyuman. Perlahan–lahan dia menghampiri Hijriah dan duduk di sebelahnya. Tangannya menjamah dahi Hijriah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak panas pun!" kata Khazinatul Asrar perlahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sejak bila pula saya demam?" balas Hijriah bersahaja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Habis tue kenapa tak datang kuliyah pagi nie?" tanya Khazinatul Asrar pula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err... topik baru ke hari nie?" Hijriah cuba mengalih perbualan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hijriah... saya tanya nie!" Khazinatul Asrar tidak mahu Hijriah menyembunyikan sesuatu. "Kenapa ni?" Khazinatul Asrar memujuk lembut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak ada apa–apa... betul!" Hijriah masih membuat aksi selamba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Habis tu, pagi tadi awak bersiap–siap bukan untuk ke kuliyah?" Khazinatul Asrar masih tidak berpuas hati dengan jawapan Hijriah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya ke Mini Market. Beli Coklat Dairy Milk 10 packs untuk hilangkan tension," jelas Hijriah berterus–terang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau tak percaya, tengok dalam basket tu. Penuh plastik coklat, kan?!" Hijrah menguatkan kenyataannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hilangkan tension dengan coklat??? Hijrah yang saya kenali biasanya menatap Al- Quran bila ada masalah," getus Khazinatul Asrar masih curiga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya tak ada apa-apa. Percayalah Asrar! Saya Cuma tension sikit saja pagi tadi... sekarang dah okey," sambil bibirnya mengukir senyuman hambar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa tension sampai ponteng kuliyah?" Khazinatul Asrar terus bertanya. Hijriah terdiam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ada masalah ye?! Kongsilah..." pujuk Khazinatul Asrar lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak ada lah... mungkin nak period kot sebab tulah rasa tension," Hijriah terus berdalih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Period? Bukankah baru seminggu lepas…." Khazinatul Asrar mencelah. Mematahkan alasan yang mungkin sengaja direka–reka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hijriah, kalau ada masalah, saya sentiasa bersama awak. Saya sentiasa sedia mendengar apa saja. Janganlah macam ni…" Khazinatul Asrar masih tidak jemu memujuk sahabatnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raut wajah Hijriah jelas menyembunyikan sesuatu. Dia tetap enggan menceritakannya kepada Khazinatul Asrar. Tidak seperti selalu. Dia sebenarnya seorang yang ceria dan berterus – terang. Namun, tidak untuk kali ini... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alah Asrar nie…lupakanlah perkara tue. Lain kali, saya janji tak ponteng kuliyah lagi," Hijriah seolah – olah mula bosan dengan desakan Khazinatul Asrar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Betul tak ada apa- apa ni?" Khazinatul Asrar cuba menduga lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awak dah tak percaya saya lagi ke?" kata Hijriah seakan merajuk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okey,okey... kali ni awak boleh sembunyikan sesuatu dari saya, tapi esok–esok tidak lagi, tau!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, ya! Nie nota Tsabit tentang topik hari ni. Awal pagi esok ada presentation," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil nota bersampul biru itu diserahkan kepada Hijriah. Mata Hijriah sedikit terbeliak. Tangannya pantas menyambut dan membelek – belek buku nota tersebut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tsabit suruh berikan kepada saya?" tanya Hijriah minta kepastian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emm..." Khazinatul Asrar menjawab ringkas. Malas diceritakan kembali peristiwa tadi. Pemuda itu sering membuatkannya geram hinggakan dia terasa malas menyebut nama itu berulang kali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa tiba–tiba saja Tsabit boleh teringatkan saya? Pelik ni!" Hijriah bertanya sambil tangannya terus membelek–belek nota itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dia sukakan awak kot..." Khazinatul Asrar cuba mengusik, sengaja mahu melihat reaksi temannya. Tiada respon marah. Sebaliknya Hijriah mula tersenyum – senyum sendiri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ish, lain pula jadinya..." Bisik hati kecil Khazinatul Asrar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asrar, dia tak cakap apa-apa tentang saya?" Hijriah nampak semakin berminat bertanyakan Tsabit. Khazinatul Asrar menarik nafas. Dia mula mencari alasan untuk menyegerakan dirinya bebas dari bercakap pasal Tsabit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tengah- tengah hari ni, saya nak tidur qoilulah dulu lah. Lepas zohor nanti, saya ada usrah. Petang ni pula ada meeting. Lain kali sajalah kita cakap pasal dia!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badannya terus direbahkan ke katil sambil mata dipejamkan. Sengaja diceritakan aktiviti–aktivitinya pada hari itu untuk menagih simpati Hijriah agar mengizinkannya berehat. Hijriah mencebik bibir sambil fikirannya menerawang jauh. Entah ke mana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wajahnya kembali berserabut kerana memikirkan sesuatu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (((((((((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Syaqiera, Yusra, Sayyidah, Roziana, Juliea, Nur Fatihah dan Nik An-Najah sudah sedia menanti Khazinatul Asrar di Kafetaria Alumni. Mereka sering datang lebih awal untuk memberi penghormatan kepada kakak Naqibah kesayangan mereka, merangkap salah seorang perwakilan pelajar yang dihormati dan disegani. Halaqoh usrah yang diadakan setiap minggu itu sering mereka nanti–nantikan kerana eratnya simpulan ukhuwwah yang terjalin sesama mereka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Seperti biasa, majlis itu dibuka dengan Ummul Kitab dan tafsiran beberapa potong ayat suci Al –Quran sebelum memulakan silibus usrah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Lihat surah Al –Maidah(5) ayat 41," arah Khazinatul Asrar. Semuanya mula membelek tafsir Quran masing – masing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Biar saya bacakan..." Yusro menawarkan diri tanpa perlu diminta. "dan saya bacakan tafsirnya..." Sayyidah tidak mahu terkecuali. Khazinatul Asrar tersenyum lembut sambil mengangguk. Lalu, beralunlah suara merdu mereka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Baiklah, dalam ayat yang dibacakan tadi, Kak Asrar nak highlightkan firman Allah yang bermaksud : ‘barangsiapa yang Allah kehendaki kesesatannya, maka kamu tidak akan sesekali dapat menolak sesuatu pun (yang datang )dari Allah. Mereka itu adalah orang–orang yang Allah tidak mahu menyucikan hati mereka. Mereka beroleh kehinaan di dunia dan akhirat kelak mereka beroleh azab yang pedih.’ Sodaqallahul Azhim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tafsir ayat ini menjelaskan jika seseorang sudah terbiasa mendengar kebatilan dan menerimanya, ia kan menghijab dirinya dari kebenaran. Hatinya dibiarkan angguk pada kesesatan. Dia menerima kebatilan dah tentu dia sebenarnya menyukainya. Akibatnya, ketika kebenaran datang tanpa memenuhi seleranya dia menolak dan mendustakannya. Why not? Hatinya dah gelap dan tak nampak lagi cahaya Allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai alasan, Allah biarkannya terus dalam kesesatan dengan tidak memancarkan hidayah-Nya ke hati–hati mereka. Contohnya, apa yang dilakukan oleh kelompok Jahmiyah terhadap ayat–ayat dan hadis–hadis yang berkenaan dengan asma’ dan sifat. Mereka menolak ayat-ayat dan hadis-hadis itu dengan ta’wil mereka sendiri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikut selera mereka. Jesteru, Allah biarkan mereka dalam kesesatan kerana azab akhirat yang menanti itu sesungguhnya lebih pedih lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita sepatutnya sentiasa menyucikan hati kita kerana hati adalah raja yang memerintah seluruh amalan. Jangan biarkan ianya dinodai oleh titik hitam. Apatah lagi membiarkan ada kebatilan yang masih bersarang disitu, walaupun sedikit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentiasalah beristighfar dan zikir qolbi untuk menyucikannya kerana manusia sering membuat kesilapan." hurai Khazinatul Asrar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That means, mereka di dalam ayat itu bukan dikhususkan kepada satu kaum tertentu jea, kita pun boleh masuk sekali, kak Asrar, kan?" soal Yusro yang agak aktif orangnya. Minta kepastian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Betul tu. Kalau dilihat tafsir ayat secara keseluruhan, mereka difokuskan kepada orang – orang Yahudi yang mengubah kitab Taurat dan mendustakan ayat–ayat Allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun orang Islam sekalipun yang tahu tentang kebenaran tetapi tidak beramal dengannya sebaliknya memilih kebatilan sebagai cara hidup samalah sikapnya dengan orang–orang Yahudi laknatullah. Hatinya akan berselaput dengan noda hitam kerana sudah sebati melakukan kesilapan hingga akhirnya sukar untuk menerima kebenaran yang dia imani sebelumnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara itu, orang yang membiasakan keadaan hatinya lalai daripada cahaya Allah S.W.T mungkin akan dihukum oleh Allah S.W.T untuk terus lalai dan jauh dari–Nya, sebagaimana ingatan Allah dalam Al-A’raf (17): ayat 179 yang bermaksud : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dan janganlah kamu termasuk di antara orang yang lalai...’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah S.A.W pula pernah berwasiat, baginda bersabda: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Janganlah kalian lalai maka kalian akan melupakan rahmat.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada di lintasan di hati kita untuk berhijrah dari jiwa yang lalai kepada jiwa yang cintakan Allah S.W.T. maka bersegeralah untuk melakukannya kerana percayalah bahawa itu adalah lintasan benar dari Allah S.W.T. Lintasan itu merupakan hidayah yang takkan datang selalu. Jarang–jarang jea. Biasanya ianya akan disertai keyakinan yang kuat. Namun, kalau kita sering bertangguh, mungkin Allah S.W.T akan tarik balik hidayah–Nya itu. Taufiq dari–Nya bukan milik semua orang. Bukan milik orang yang tak bersedia," jelas Khazinatul Asrar lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kak Asrar, adakah bercinta kerana Allah itu melalaikan?" Nur Fatihah mencetus persoalan. Khazinatul Asrar tersenyum. Topik cinta sering menjadi masalah utama adik–adik usrahnya selama dia bergelar Naqibah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa pendapat Syaqiera?" Khazinatul Asrar memberi peluang untuk mengemukakan pandangan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iera rasa ianya tak melalaikan! Bagi Iera , itulah cinta sejati. Cinta kerana Allah biasanya diiringi wawasan untuk hidup bersama dan lahirkan zuriat yang soleh," jawab Syaqiera, petah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Juliea pula bagaimana?" Khazinatul Asrar bertanya lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Juliea pun setuju dengan Iera! Apa sahaja perbuatan yang dibuat ikhlas kerana Allah, mesti benda tue baik," yakin jawapannya. "Tapi Kak Asrar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziana confuse tentang cinta tu…" Roziana mencelah. "Confuse? Boleh kongsi?" Khazinatul Asrar bernada lembut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ziana tak malu nak berkongsi pengalaman Ziana. Ziana dicintai oleh seorang lelaki yang soleh orangnya. Dia betul–betul nak jadikan Ziana teman hidupnya selepas tamat belajar nanti. Bagi Ziana, cinta kami kerana Allah. Tapi…setelah dua tahun menjalinkan hubungan cinta, Ziana rasa hati Ziana semakin jauh daripada mengingati Allah. Kalau dulu hati ini sering berzikir, tapi kini sering ingat namanya sahaja. Rasa macam hati ini kotor. Hari – hari kami saling call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebih parah lagi bila hati ni sering memujuk untuk berjumpa dengannya selalu," luah Roziana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa cinta yang dijalin kerana Allah pun melalaikan?" keluhnya lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Najah rasa, cinta memang melalaikan, cinta kerana Allah tu hanyalah nama hiasan untuk menafikan kelalaian cinta," Nik An-Najah bersuara tegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaqiera mengkeriukkan dahi. Tidak tenang dengan kenyataan setegas itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okey, Kak Asrar nak tanya, apakah ciri–ciri cinta yang adik–adik anggap adalah cinta kerana Allah?" Khazinatul Asrar cuba membuka minda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ianya adalah bercinta untuk berkahwin dan lahirkan anak–anak yang dididik dengan cara hidup Islam, baitul Muslim" jawab Syaqiera spontan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itu natijah cinta kerana Allah. Kak Asrar bertanyakan ciri- ciri cinta kerana Allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciri-ciri yang akak maksudkan itu adalah cara bercinta itu sendiri yang dikatakan kerana Allah," Khazinatul Asrar makin membuka minda mereka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa pendapat Kak Asrar tentang itu?" Sayyidah minta kepastian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kadang–kadang manusia tersalah menganggap cintanya kerana Allah padahal percintaannya menyebabkan makhluk Allah lebih diagungkan daripada Pencipta makhluk itu sendiri. Allah diketepikan. Mungkin matlamatnya dah betul dan jelas, tapi jalannya tak syaro’. Itulah yang disedihkan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam Islam ada beberapa perkara yang perlu disegerakan. Pertama, apabila solat telah masuk waktunya. Kedua, apabila jenazah hendak dikebumikan. Dan ketiga, apabila anak gadis telah bertemu calon suaminya. Kalau dilambatkan, buruk padahnya. Kita boleh buat satu conclusion, salah satu ciri – ciri cinta kerana Allah ialah apabila pasangan segera dijodohkan. Kuranglah maksiat hati yang sering dilakukan ketika percintaan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi, takkan nak kahwin masa tengah belajar lagi ni?" getus Yusro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau dah tak tahan apa salahnya…tapi, kalau rasa masih tak sedia, baik jangan berani untuk bercinta lagi," nasihat Khazinatul Asrar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau dah terjebak macam Ziana ni?" gerutu Roziana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ziana, jatuh cinta tak salah. Perasaan tu anugerah Allah. Tapi kalau Ziana rasa ianya boleh melalaikan tentu ada perbuatan-perbuatan yang salah, yang Allah tak redhai. Muhasabah balik. Sentiasalah berdoa pada Allah agar memelihara perasaan cinta tu sebagaimana yang Dia kehendaki, yang tak menjauhkan Ziana dari–Nya. Allah Maha Penyayang," jelas Khazinatul Asrar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Praktikalnya?" Roziana mahu lebih jelas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kikislah keaiban–keaiban cinta seperti hari–hari bergayut di telefon, bermujahadah untuk buang nama si dia dalam solat dan sebagainya… Buatlah secara perlahan–lahan dan penuh kerelaan kerana takut dan cintakan Allah. Kak Asrar faham, Ziana perlukan masa untuk merubah situasi sedia ada. Bukan secara mendadak. Tak apalah…selagi ada kemahuan di situ ada jalan. Yakin dengan Allah," senyum berputik di bibir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian barulah Khazinatul Asrar masuk pada silibus usrah. Dia gembira dengan amanah sebagai Naqibah lantaran menyedari taklifan itu pernah terpikul di bahu Junjungan Besar Nabi Muhammad S.A.W yang tercetus dirumah Al-Arqam bin Abi Al–Arqam. Dia tidak mahu terasing daripada golongan orang–orang yang sanggup meneruskan kesinambungan wasilah tarbiyyah Rasulullah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kau mencurinya dari aku. Pencuri!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota misteri berwarna biru lembut hadir lagi dan kali ini dalam failnya pula. Ketika itu malam masih muda. Khazinatul Asrar sedang sibuk menyiapkan assigment dalam perpustakaan. Berjilid–jilid kitab Tahdib At–Tahzib berselerak di depannya. Dia menjadi bingung dan cuba mengingat–ingat apa yang telah dia lakukan hingga digelar pencuri. Fikirannya buntu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Berani kerana benar! Apa yang perlu aku takutkan…mungkin ada orang yang sengaja ingin mengganggu ketenangan hidup aku. Biarlah dia…nanti bila dia rasa penat buat kerja tak berfaedah nie, tahulah dia berhenti. Moga Allah memberi hidayah padanya," hatinya memujuk sendiri. Dia pun meneruskan kerja–kerja yang masih banyak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." tiba-tiba dia disapa lembut. Dia menjawab salam dari suara yang amat dikenali itu sambil wajahnya diangkat sedikit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sibuk nampak... awak ni kan tak kenal penat ke? Setiap malam bertungkus-lumus siapkan assignment, siang pulak…mesyuarat sini, usrah situ, program sini, tamrin situ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susah nak nampak batang hidung. Malam-malam macam ni, saya dah agak, awak memang ada kat sini," leter Hijriah sambil mula mengambil tempat di depan Khazinatul Asrar. Khazinatul Asrar terus juga khusyuk dengan tugasnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya tak kira, malam ni saya nak kacau juga awak..." celotehnya lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asrar, awak sedar tak saya datang ni?" getus Hijriah tatkala menyedari sahabatnya hanya acuh tak acuh sahaja dengan kedatangannya. Mulutnya ditarik muncung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khazinatul Asrar meletakkan pen yang sejak daripada tadi rancak menari di atas helaian-helaian kertas A4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea...saya sedar, Hijriah sayang! Mimpi apa cari saya kat sini? Sebelum ni bukan main liat lagi bila saya ajak ke sini," sindir Khazinatul Asrar, bergurau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak adalah…actually, saya tengah gembira ni. Tak sabar-sabar lagi saya nak kongsi dengan awak," luah Hijriah penuh ceria. Senyumannya semakin melebar menyerlahkan susunan giginya yang cantik tersusun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Betul? Ish, ish, comelnya kawan saya ni bila tengah riang. Okey, ceritalah… boleh saya tumpang gembira sekali," balas Khazinatul Asrar penuh exited. Seronok melihat wajah temannya yang ceria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lihat ni!" Hijriah menunjukkan buku nota berwarna biru lembut yang tertera tajuk, ‘Clinical psychology’ . Khazinatul Asrar mencapai buku itu. Rupa-rupanya buku itu kepunyaan Tsabit apabila dia mendapati nama pemuda itu tertulis di ruang dalam buku tersebut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa awak riang sangat dengan buku ni?" Tanya Khazinatul Asrar kehairanan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya cakap kat Tsabit, nota saya untuk subjek ni tak lengkap. Terus ditawarkan notanya pada saya. Dah agak dah semua tu…Then, waktu dia nak serahkan buku dia pada saya tadi, saya cakaplah saya belum dinner lagi, lapar sangat separuh gastric. Saya pujuk dia supaya temankan saya makan. Dia begitu baik sekali," Hijriah bersuara riang. Wajahnya memang penuh ceria. " &lt;br /&gt;Kenapa awak tidak meminjamnya sahaja daripada saya?" duga Khazinatul Asrar kurang senang dengan gelagat temannya itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alah... bukan saya perlukan sangat nota tentang subjek yang menjadi favourite semua orang ni. Saya sengaja cari peluang ni untuk mengenali hati budi Tsabit. Best lah dia, Asrar," terang Hijriah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Astaargfirullahal azhim. Hijriah... kalau inilah niat awak, malam ni jugak awak perlu pulangkan nota nie," sambil nota biru itu diletakkan di hadapan Hijriah. "Hari ni bertukar-tukar buku nota dan makan-makan. Esok... mungkin keluar berdua-duaan pula untuk merapatkan hubungan. Semua ni tak lain, jarum syaitan untuk menghampiri khalwat dan zina," nada Khazinatul Asrar agak tegas dan emosi. Nafasnya ditarik panjang melepaskan kebimbangannya terhadap anak tunggal seorang Dato’ dari Kajang itu. Air muka Hijriah yang tadinya riang mula berubah mendung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khazinatul Asrar mulai sedar bahawa dia perlu berhati-hati dan berhikmah apabila menasihati Hijriah kerana Hijriah berjiwa sensitive dengan masalah melibatkan lelaki. Nalurinya terlalu cenderung untuk disayangi dan menyayangi seorang lelaki. Itulah ujian Allah yang diuji kepada setiap jiwa remaja sebenarnya. Apatah lagi, dia ketandusan kasih lelaki bergelar ayah sejak kecil lagi. Ayahnya lebih mementingkan materialistik daripada menghargai erti sebuah kasih sayang. Bagi ayahnya, memberi kemewahan sama seperti memberikan kasih sayang. Khazinatul Asrar menyedari bahawa Hijriah tersinggung. "Maafkan saya kalau saya terlalu berkasar," Khazinatul Asrar cuba memujuk kembali… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bukannya apa, saya sayangkan awak Hijriah. Hijriah…sebagai siswi di Fakulti Pengajian Islam nie, keindahan nilai akhlak wanitanya perlu lebih terpelihara kerana kita diasuh dengan acuan agama." Khazinatul Asrar memegang erat tangan Hijriah dan mula mengatur kata-katanya lagi, kali ini lebih lembut… "Malah setiap wanita muslimah sebenarnya tak kiralah aliran agama atau tidak, wajib memelihara akhlaknya. Hijriah, awak harus malu untuk buat begitu. Malulah menjadi hias pakaian kita sebagai muslimah" nasihat Khazinatul Asrar dengan ikhlas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Malu? Kenapa perlu malu? Saya bukan pemalu!" Hijriah menafikan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Malu memang ada tempatnya. Kita mesti menjadi pemalu untuk melakukan perkara yang tak Allah redhai sebab kita ni hanya bertaraf hamba Allah je kat muka bumi milik Allah ni. Sifat malu inilah yang akan meninggikan martabat kita sebagai wanita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambang sesuatu yang mahal dan berharga, bukan sebarangan. Tentu awak masih ingat satu hadis Rasulullah S.A.W: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pakaian kita ketaqwaan, hiasan kita malu dan hasil kita adalah ilmu." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hijriah cuma membisu. Khazinatul Asrar menyambung lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allah ciptakan wanita dengan segala sifat kelembutan, keindahan dan kasih sayang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantaran itu, tidak hairankah wanita sering dikaitkan dengan keindahan sekuntum bunga. Hijrah...jadilah bunga mawar yang indah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah bekerja di situ. Dia ada kuasa arahkan apa sahaja pada pekerja-pekerjanya. Namun, beliau merisik peribadi Rasulullah dan meminang Baginda melalui seorang hamba lelakinya bernama Maisarah. Bayangkanlah betapa terpujinya sifat malu seorang manager besar, tokoh wanita korporat terbilang pada zaman itu yang mempelopori syarikat perdagangan peringkat antarabangsa. Tidak hairanlah kualiti akhlak Sayyidatina Khadijah turut manambat hati manusia yang paling agung di sisi Allah biar pun Sayyidatina Khadijah dah pun berstatus janda 40 tahun." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi Asrar.. saya dah mula mencintai Tsabit. Saya tak mahu kehilangan Tsabit.Saya dah banyak kali kehilangan…cukuplah!" terkedu Khazinatul Asrar mendengar pengakuan sahabatnya. Mudahnya dia melafazkan cinta. Baru sebulan yang lepas Hijriah memberi tahu Khazinatul Asrar bahawa dia jatuh cinta pada seorang pelajar Medic di kampus KL. Kini, cintanya sepantas kilat beralih kepada Tsabit pula. Apalah erti cinta sebegini…cinta manusia yang sementara dan berubah-ubah. Sesuatu yang tidak pasti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asrar... salahkah saya?" getus Hijriah lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hijriah... bercinta tu tak salah," nafasnya ditarik panjang dan dia menyambung lagi, "Tapi, memuja cinta itu yang salah! Kalau nak bercinta biarlah syara’…di atas landasan Allah! Kerana cinta sering melalaikan manusia dari mengingati Allah hingga kesempurnaan ibadat terganggu. Yang lebih parah lagi, kerana cintalah manusia mula melupakan batasan-batasan pergaulan yang telah Allah gariskan. Cinta juga membuka peluang baru kepada fitnah syaitan dan mengundang murka Allah. Manusia sendirilah yang mencemari cinta yang fitrahnya kudus dan suci." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alah... Saya Cuma meminjam notanya dan makan-makan sikit. Tak lebih daripada itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak pegang-pegang pun!" Hijriah mencelah agak kasar. Hatinya diselubungi kebencian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hijriah, saya cuma memberi peringatan sebelum tersasar. Peringatan ini semata-mata kerana saya sayangkan awak, bukankah setiap yang membawa kepada haram adalah haram. Lagipun, mencegah itu lebih baik daripada merawat." Khazinatul Asrar cuba menjernihkan keadaan. Wajah Hijriah tetap serius dan masam mencuka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Astargfirullahal azhim... saya tak bermaksud begitu. Ianya tak salah. Naluri cinta adalah fitrah setiap manusia. Saya sekadar memberi peringatan tentang batasan cinta. Ya cinta itu buta! Ingatlah cinta itu bukan sahaja tak mengenal sesiapa tapi tak mengenal batas haram dan halal juga. Dalam bercinta ni, liciknya strategi syaitan menipu pemikiran sepasang kekasih. Orang yang berjumpa kekasihnya memberi alasan… alah tak pegang-pegang pun. Orang yang pegang-pegang pula berkata... alah bukannya berzina pun. Orang yang berzina pula masih ada alasan…alah tak adalah sampai pregnant. Seolah-olah dia tak rasa bahawa apa yang dibuatnya tu salah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nau’zubillah min zalik. Di usia kita ni, cinta perlu dihijab dengan dengan iman dan khasyatillah, takutkan Allah. Allah jadikan cinta itu sebagai satu ujian. Bukan ke baru minggu lepas Ustaz Hasanul Basri ada menerangkannya dalam Kitab Silahul Ummah a’la Huda As-Sunnah. Terngiang-ngiang lagi di telinga saya ustaz bacakan satu ayat Allah, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah jadikan di antara lelaki dan perempuan ini fitnah ya’ni ujian atau kejahatan untuk Allah melihat sejauh mana kita bersabar dengannya dan kita kena ingat bahawa Allah itu Maha Melihat," hujah Khazinatul Asrar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asrar, awak takkan faham kalau awak tak pernah bercinta. Saya sekarang dah dilamun cinta. Awak ingat nak lawan fitrah ni perkara senang ke? Susah tau!" Hijriah bertegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hijriah, benda yang susah nilah satu imtihan dari Allah untuk menguji tahap iman awak. Awak tak ingin ke berusaha mencapai keimanan tahap 4 plat? ya’ni mencari kesempurnaan iman. Sabarlah dulu pada setiap ransangan nafsu. Perkara yang Allah haramkan ni sekejap jea, Cuma dalam tempoh belum bersedia nak kahwin ni jea… perkara yang halal dalam Islam lagi luas nanti. Didiklah sikit nafsu tu agar tak mengatasi akal. Dah tak lama pun untuk awak rasai cinta lelaki bernama suami. Penuh redha Ilahi. Sabarlah… tahan dulu rasa cinta tu untuk diluahkan pada waktu yang sepatutnya nanti. Tentu kemanisannya lebih terasa dan yang penting diiringi rahmat Allah S.W.T. Kudusnya mujahadah memelihara cinta di atas landasan-Nya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Rosmawati dah pun menerangkan secara panjang lebar tentang indahnya cinta selepas kahwin ketika kita mengikuti Bengkel Mekar Setaman di UM dulu... masih ingat tak lagi?" jelas Khazinatul Asrar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi, saya nak jadi isteri Tsabit! Nanti takut tak kesampaian…" luah Hijriah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khazinatul Asrar merenung lemah wajahnya. Lidahnya beristighfar lagi untuk kesekian kalinya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa yang cuba saya sampaikan nampaknya tak kesampaian. Awak masih kurang faham…" keluh Khazinatul Asrar berbaur hampa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Memang... memang saya tak faham dan saya tak mahu faham. Kehadiran awak sebenarnya untuk merampas sesiapa saja yang ingin saya cintai. Kau ni perampas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencuri! Jangan cuba rampas Tsabit dari saya..." Hijriah bingkas bangun dari kerusi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku nota berwarna biru itu dihempas kasar ke meja seolah-olah satu luahan kemarahan. Khazinatul Asrar terkejut dan tidak menyangka Hijriah sanggup sekasar itu dengannya. Khazinatul Asrar beristighfar panjang lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapakah tiba-tiba sahaja konflik tercetus. Dahsyatnya peranan syaitan meracuni kefahaman temannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia juga kesal dengan tuduhan tidak berasas terhadap dirinya sebagai perampas dan pencuri. Jiwanya tersentak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku yang ditinggalkan di depannya itu dibelek-belek lembut. Fikirannya berserabut dan bercelaru. Dia menyalahkan dirinya sendiri yang mungkin terlalu lemah dalam menyampaikan hujahnya kepada Hijriah menyebabkan Hijriah mula tersalah tafsir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mungkin methodku tidak kena..." bisik hatinya. Di samping itu, dia memperbanyakkan zikir untuk mencari ketenangan hati. Semakin direnung-renung buku itu, persoalan lain pula yang bertandang di mindanya. Tiba-tiba sahaja dia terfikir sesuatu. "Warna yang sama!" bisik hatinya,. Tangannya terus mencapai nota biru yang masih terselit di dalam failnya. Dia cuba membanding-bandingkan warnanya. Ternyata sama sahaja. Lagipun Tsabit gemar memakai baju berwarna biru lembut ke dewan kuliah. Mungkin warna kegemarannya. Hatinya mengesyaki sesuatu. "Kalau Tsabitlah orang yang menggangguku dengan nota itu, apa yang dituntutnya?" fikirnya. Namun, dia tidak mahu menuduh sembarangan. Bimbang tersilap membuat perhitungan. Terngiang-ngiang pula di telinganya title 'perampas' dan 'pencuri' yang Hijriah tuturkan. Pencuri? What’s up? Apa yang aku curi? Apa sebenarnya ni? Keresahan terhadap konflik yang tercetus antaranya dengan Hijriah dibebani pula dengan persoalan nota misteri. Hatinya bertasbih memuji &lt;br /&gt;kebesaran Ilahi yang Maha Mengetahui. Minta diberi kekuatan. Apakah situasi yang bakal dihadapinya nanti. Mungkin dia perlu mengalah dan meminta maaf daripada Hijriah. Lagipun, Hijriah mudah dipujuk dan marahnya tidak berlaratan. Hatinya lembut. "...Ya Allah, kekalkan kemesraan antara hati-hati ini akan jalan-Mu yang sebenar…" Doa Robithoh dijadikan penawar resah hatinya. Buku-bukunya yang berselerak mula dikemas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keresahan yang bersarang tidak mengizinkannya untuk meneruskan revision. Langkahnya diatur pantas untuk segera tiba di biliknya, berjumpa Hijriah. Di suatu simpang, dia bertembung dengan Intan Izma yang menyapa lembut. Gadis sebelah biliknya itu memang peramah. Suka mengambil berat masalah orang. Sesuailah dengan statusnya memilih course Undang-undang. Semua masalah nak diselidikinya... bakal peguamlah katakan. "Asrar, kenapa tak temankan Hijriah ke stesyen komuter. Katanya tadi nak balik Kajang." Intan Izma bersahaja gayanya. Khazinatul Asrar agak terkejut dengan berita itu. "Hijriah balik? Intan tak tanya berapa hari dia nak balik?" garis-garis keresahan terjalur pada wajah tenang itu. "Marahkah dia?" detik hatinya. "Eh, macam mana teman sebiliknya boleh tanya saya pula, gaduh ya?" duga Intan Izma. Dia memang cekap menduga suasana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaduh? Tak adalah... tak sefahaman sedikit je. Insya-Allah, tak lama," jujur pengakuan Khazinatul Asrar. Dia tahu kalaupun dia berdalih Intan Izma pasti dapat menghidunya juga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biasalah tu Asrar, asam garam persahabatan. Alah…jangan bimbang, dia balik sekejap jea tu. Kajang bukan jauh sangat. Nak berulang hari-hari pun tak jadi hal punya. Lagipun Hijriah tak ada bawa beg besar. Handbeg jea. Handbegnya tu membuktikan dia bukan bertujuan nak balik lama. Tapi itu bukanlah hujah yang konkrit sebab mungkin dia dah ada simpanan baju kat rumah. So, buat apa nak bawa beg besar-besar, kan?!" Intan Izma rancak berceloteh. Sepatah ditanya, serangkap perenggan dibalasnya. Bagaikan berada di mahkamah pula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak apalah Intan. Terima kasih kerana beritahu saya hal nie. Hah, Intan nak ke mana pulak ni?" Khazinatul Asrar cuba meringkaskan pertemuan. Dia dah cukup faham kalau dilayannya lawyer sorang ni, 24 jam pun tak cukup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya nak ke kamsis Dato’ Onn. Jumpa Chee Wah. Nak Tanya dia pasal handset dia yang tercicir tu samada dah jumpa atau belum. Dia tu pelupa. Dia cakap tercicir tapi ada kebarangkalian handsetnya tu dicuri berdasarkan fakta yang diberi. Lagipun kes kecurian handset bukanlah benda asing lagi kat sini. Chee Wah ni kena siasat betul- betul sepatutnya. Tak mustahil roommate dia sendiri yang mencuri. Bukan semua roomate boleh dipercayai. Ni saya nak cuba selidik kes dia ni… tak boleh biarkan Chee Wah ni settlekannya sendiri," jelasnya panjang lebar. Selepas itu, mereka membawa haluan masing-masing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setibanya di bilik, Khazinatul Asrar mendapati ada sekeping nota berwarna biru lembut di atas katilnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##Asrar, saya minta maaf atas apa yang berlaku. Izinkan saya balik ke Kajang untuk menenangkan fikiran. Saya berasa malu atas perlakuan saya tadi. Beberapa hari lagi saya akan kembali. Maafkan saya…## &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...BERSAMBUNG...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113350277790670750?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113350277790670750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113350277790670750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113350277790670750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113350277790670750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/seindah-mawar-berduri-episod-1.html' title='Seindah Mawar Berduri (episod 1)'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113350250590147235</id><published>2005-12-02T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:48:25.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time And Love</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the others, including Love. &lt;br /&gt;One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;All the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed. &lt;br /&gt;She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. &lt;br /&gt;When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. &lt;br /&gt;She began looking for someone to ask for help. &lt;br /&gt;Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. &lt;br /&gt;Love asked Richness, "Can I come with you on your boat?" &lt;br /&gt;Richness answered, "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere." &lt;br /&gt;Love then decided to ask Vanity, who was passing in a beautiful vessel, for help. &lt;br /&gt;Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please." "I can't help you," &lt;br /&gt;Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat." &lt;br /&gt;Next Love saw Sadness passing by. &lt;br /&gt;Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you." &lt;br /&gt;Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but I just need to be alone now." &lt;br /&gt;Then Love saw Happiness. &lt;br /&gt;Love cried out, "Happiness, please take me with you." &lt;br /&gt;But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. &lt;br /&gt;Love began to cry. &lt;br /&gt;Then she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me." &lt;br /&gt;It was an elder. &lt;br /&gt;Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. &lt;br /&gt;When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder. &lt;br /&gt;Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?" &lt;br /&gt;"It was Time," Knowledge answered. &lt;br /&gt;"But why did Time help me when no one else would?" Love asked. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity answered, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113350250590147235?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113350250590147235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113350250590147235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113350250590147235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113350250590147235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-and-love.html' title='Time And Love'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113201933080582454</id><published>2005-11-15T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:48:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price of IMAAN</title><content type='html'>Several years ago an imaam moved to London. He often took the bus from his home to the downtown area. Some weeks after he arrived, he had occasion to ride the same bus. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him twenty pence too much change. As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, 'you better give the twenty pence back. It would be wrong to keep it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he thought, 'oh forget it, it's only twenty pence. Who would worry about this little amount? Anyway, the bus company already gets too much fare; they will never miss it. Accept it as a gift from Almighty Allah and keep quiet'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his stop came, the Imaam paused momentarily at the door, then he handed the twenty pence back to the driver and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here, you gave me too much change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver with a smile replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you the new Imaam in this area? I have been thinking lately about going to worship at your mosque. I just wanted to see what you would do if I gave you too much change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Imaam stepped off the bus, his knees became weak and soft. He had to grab the nearest light pole and held for support, and looked up to the heavens and cried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Allah, I almost sold Islam for twenty pence!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline: We may never see the impact our actions have on people...Sometimes we are the only knowledge of the Quran someone will read, or the only Islam a non-Muslim will see. What we need to provide, Insha Allah  is an example for others to see. Be careful and be honest everyday,  because you never know who is watching your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** ** ** ** **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my comments: &lt;/strong&gt;masya Allah! it's really a good thing the imaam gave the twenty pence back to the driver...it really is. n see the outcome? the hikmah of his action? hmmm...can you imagine yourself:what would you do if YOU had that twenty pence?? so people, dont hesitate to do the right thing. the good thing. fight those evil whispers that tell you to do otherwise. twenty pence is nothing if compared with the reward(s) that comes with the good deed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113201933080582454?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113201933080582454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113201933080582454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113201933080582454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113201933080582454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/11/price-of-imaan.html' title='The Price of IMAAN'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-113201886961798918</id><published>2005-11-15T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:41:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a note from nlnm_k`u_jee</title><content type='html'>assalamu alaikum.&lt;br /&gt;i've been on hiatus for quite some time...a lot of things i had to handle..but now i'm free again. :)&lt;br /&gt;so, i will post more articles which i think will make a good read for you out there.&lt;br /&gt;if you have anything to share, feel free to email me &gt;&gt; khaulah_ufayrah@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;anyway, have a nice holiday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best regards, &lt;br /&gt;nlnm_k`u_jee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-113201886961798918?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/113201886961798918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=113201886961798918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113201886961798918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/113201886961798918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/11/note-from-nlnmkujee.html' title='a note from nlnm_k`u_jee'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-112963841131605473</id><published>2005-10-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:26:51.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATIR</title><content type='html'>"Satir" maksudnya batasan bagi orang yang solat. orang yang solat &lt;br /&gt;di atas sajadah bererti sajadahnya itu dianggap sebagai satir. Orang solat &lt;br /&gt;di atas lantai ruangan yang luas begitu juga orang yang solat di padang &lt;br /&gt;pasir misalnya, disuruh membuat satir atau batas. satir itu boleh dibuat &lt;br /&gt;dengan memacakkan kayu di hadapan kita, boleh dengan menggaris tanah, &lt;br /&gt;boleh dibuat dengan meletakkan sesuatu benda dan sebagainya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diriwayatkan oleh Abdul Razaq, bahawa Umar bin Khattab melihat seorang &lt;br /&gt;pemuda sedang mengerjakan solat. Beliau berkata pada pemuda itu: &lt;br /&gt;"Wahai pemuda, majulah ke depan dan dekatkan badanmu ke tiang itu supaya &lt;br /&gt;ia menjadi satirmu. Jangan biarkan syait! an mempermainkan solatmu. Ini &lt;br /&gt;bukanlah saya katakan sendiri tetapi yang aku dengar dari Rasulullah SAW." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riwayat dari Ibnu Abi Syaibah, dari Umar bin Khattab mengatakan: &lt;br /&gt;" Apabila solat salah seorang kamu hendaklah solat dengan satir supaya &lt;br /&gt;syaitan tidak lalu dihadapannya." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umar bin Khattab adalah manusia yang amat mementingkan masalah satir. &lt;br /&gt;Apabila beliau tidak mendapat sesuatu untuk dijadikan satir, beliau &lt;br /&gt;letakkan songkoknya di hadapannya ketika solat. Apabila beliau melihat &lt;br /&gt;orang mengerjakan solat tanpa satir atau batasan, beliau duduk di depan &lt;br /&gt;orang yang solat itu untuk menjadi satir. Ini maksudnya supaya jangan ada &lt;br /&gt;lagi orang yang lalu di antaranya dan diantara orang yang solat itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riwayat dari Abdul Razaq, yang diterima dari Abdullah bin Syaqiq &lt;br /&gt;mengatakan: Umar bin Khattab lalu di tempat orang yang mengerjakan solat &lt;br /&gt;dalam &lt;br /&gt;tidak memakai satir. Setelah orang itu selesai solat, beliau berkata: " &lt;br /&gt;Kalau engkau tidak membuat satir, nanti orang akan lalu di hadapanmu. &lt;br /&gt;Tetapi kalau tahulah orang yang lalu itu bagaimana dosanya lalu di hadapan &lt;br /&gt;orang yang solat, dia tidak akan melakukannya". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila kita sedang mengerjakan solat, kemudian nampak orang yang  mahu &lt;br /&gt;lalu di hadapan kita, maka kita berhak melarangnya. Umar ada mengatakan: &lt;br /&gt;" Jangan biarkan orang yang lalu di hadapanmu ! kerana jika dia lalu akan &lt;br /&gt;diiringi oleh syaitan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Daripada buku yang berjudul UMAR IBNUL KHATTAB ق?? KEPUTUSAN &lt;br /&gt;HUKUM &amp; FATWA ق?? FATWANYA ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email from Khalifah Islam  Monday, October 17, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-112963841131605473?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/112963841131605473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=112963841131605473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112963841131605473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112963841131605473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/10/satir.html' title='SATIR'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-112920713687413800</id><published>2005-10-13T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T20:38:56.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perhatian kepada semua wanita: PROGESTREX</title><content type='html'>Menurut laporan Polis seorang wanita telah dirogol oleh 5 lelaki disebuah kelab malam di Singapura pada malam Sabtu sebelum ditinggalkan. Wanita tersebut tidak berupaya untuk mengingati kejadian malam tersebut, namun ujian mengesahkan bahawa beliau telah dirogol berulang kali dengan kesan &lt;strong&gt;rohypnol&lt;/strong&gt; di dalam darahnya dan &lt;strong&gt;progestrex&lt;/strong&gt;, sejenis pil "mencuci" yang kecil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dadah tersebut kini digunakan oleh perogol-perogol dan kemudian "mencuci" mereka. Progesterex dibekalkan kepada para Doktor haiwan untuk"mencuci"haiwan &lt;br /&gt;besar. Khabarnya Progesterex digunakan bersama Rohypnol, sebagai dadah "Dating" dan rogol. Apa yang mereka perlu lakukan ialah &lt;strong&gt;menitiskan Rohypnol ke dalam minuman si gadis&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;mangsa tersebut tidak akan ingat apa-apa pun esok paginya, apa yang berlaku kepadanya sepanjang malam tersebut&lt;/strong&gt;. Progesterex amat senang larut dalam minuman, &lt;strong&gt;akan "mencuci" agar simangsa tidak akan mengandung akibat dari perkosaan tersebut dan si perogol tidak bimbang untuk perlu menjalani ujian air mani dan DNA kemudian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesan dadah ini adalah K*E*K*A*L terhadap si mangsa. Prodesterex asalnya adalah untuk memandulkan kuda, Mana-mana wanita yang mengambilnya TIDAK AKAN MENGANDUNG SAMPAI BILA-BILA. Si durjana boleh memperolehi dadah ini boleh mendapatkan dadah ini dari pusat haiwan atau mana-mana universiti, dan ia diramalkan akan digunakan dengan berleluasa di kampus-kampus. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tolong edarkan maklumat ini kepada semua yang anda kenali terutamanye emak, adik beradik, saudara mara, teman wanita, dan gadis remaja. Berwaspada  apabila anda keluar, jangan biarkan minuman anda terbiar tanpa dijaga oleh orang yang anda percayai.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email received on Wednesday, October 12 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-112920713687413800?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/112920713687413800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=112920713687413800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112920713687413800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112920713687413800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/10/perhatian-kepada-semua-wanita.html' title='perhatian kepada semua wanita: PROGESTREX'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-112903320944380036</id><published>2005-10-11T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:20:09.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bila azan bergema, kita berdiam tak?</title><content type='html'>Kematian  itu  pasti  menjelma.   Hanya masa dan waktunya yang tidak kita ketahui.Cubakita amati.  Mengapa kebanyakan orang yg nazak, hampir ajal tidak dapat berkata apa-apa..lidahnya kelu, keras dan hanya mimik mukanya yang  menahan  kesakitan 'sakaratul  maut'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diriwayatkan sebuah hadis yg bermaksud: "Hendaklah kamu mendiamkan diri ketika azan, jika tidak Allah akan kelukan lidahnya ketika maut menghampirinya."  Ini jelas menunjukkan kita disarankan agar mendiamkan diri jangan berkata apa-apa pun semasa azan berkumandang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai   orang   beragama  Islam  kita  wajib  menghormati  azan. Banyak fadhilatnya.   Jika  lagu   kebangsaan  kita  diajar agar berdiri tegak dan diamkan  diri.   Mengapa  ketika  azan  kita  tidak  boleh mendiamkan diri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantas  sesiapa yang berkata-kata ketika azan,  Allah akan kelukan lidahnya ketika nazak.  Kita takut dengan kelunya lidah kita semasa ajal hampir tiba maka kita  tidak  dapat  mengucap  kalimah   "Lailahaillallah.." yang mana Sesiapa yang  dapat  mengucapkan  kalimah ini ketika nyawanya akan dicabut Allah dengan izinNya  menjanjikan  syurga untuk mereka.  Dari itu marilah kita sama-sama menghormati  azan  dan mohon kepada Allah supaya lidah ini tidak  kelu  semasa  nyawa  kita sedang dicabut. "Ya Allah! Anugerahkanlah kematian  kami  dengan  kematian yang baik lagi mulia, lancarkan lidah kami mengucap  kalimah  "Lailahaillallah.."  semasa sakaratul  maut menghampiri kami.  Amin..  amin..amin  Yarobbal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a'lamin.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WASIAT NABI MUHAMMAD S.A.W.  kepada SAIDINA ALI R.A.;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Ali, bagi orang 'ALIM itu ada 3 tanda2nya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)   Jujur dalam berkata-kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)   Menjauhi segala yg haram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)   Merendahkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Ali, bagi orang yg JUJUR itu ada 3 tanda2nya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)    Merahsiakan ibadahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)    Merahsiakan sedekahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)    Merahsiakan ujian yg menimpanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Ali, bagi org yg TAKWA itu ada 3 tanda2nya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)    Takut berlaku dusta dan keji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)    Menjauhi kejahatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)    Memohon yang halal kerana takut jatuh dalam keharaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Ali, bagi AHLI IBADAH itu ada 3 tanda2nya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)     Mengawasi dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)     Menghisab dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)     Memperbanyakkan ibadah kepada Allah s.w.t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang  RM50  atau  S$50  kelihatan  begitu  besar bila dibawa ke kotak derma  masjid,  tetapi begitu kecil bila kita bawa ke supermarket. 45 minit terasa terlalu lama  untuk  berzikir  tapi  betapa  pendeknya waktu  itu untuk pertandingan  bola  sepak.  Semua insan ingin memasuki syurga tetapi tidak ramai yang berfikir dan berbicara tentang bagaimana untuk memasukinya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-112903320944380036?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/112903320944380036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=112903320944380036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112903320944380036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112903320944380036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/10/bila-azan-bergema-kita-berdiam-tak.html' title='bila azan bergema, kita berdiam tak?'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-112886104124092632</id><published>2005-10-10T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:33:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Permainan untuk direnungi</title><content type='html'>Seorang guru wanita sedang bersemangat mengajarkan sesuatu kepada murid-muridnya. Ia duduk menghadap murid-muridnya. Di tangan kirinya ada kapur, di tangan kanannya ada pemadam.Guru itu berkata, "Saya ada satu permainan... Caranya begini, ditangan kiri saya ada kapur, di tangan kanan ada pemadam. Jika saya angkat kapur ini, maka berserulah "Kapur!",jika saya angkat pemadam ini, maka katalah "Pemadam!" Murid muridnya pun mengerti dan mengikuti. Guru berganti-gantian mengangkat antara kanan dan kiri tangannya, semakin lama semakin cepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa saat kemudian guru kembali berkata,"Baik sekarang perhatikan. Jika saya angkat kapur, maka sebutlah Pemadam!", jika saya angkat pemadam, maka katakanlah "Kapur!". Dan diulangkan seperti tadi, tentu saja murid-murid tadi keliru dan kekok,dan sangat sukar untuk mengubahnya. Namun lambat laun, mereka sudah biasa&lt;br /&gt;dan tidak lagi kekok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selang beberapa saat, permainan berhenti. Sang guru tersenyum kepada murid-muridnya. "Murid-murid, begitulah kita ummat Islam. Mulanya yang haq itu haq,yang bathil itu bathil. Kita begitu jelas membezakannya. Namun kemudian,musuh-musuh kita memaksakan kepada kita dengan perbagai cara, untuk menukarkan sesuatu, dari yang haq menjadi bathil, dan sebaliknya.Pertama-tama mungkin akan sukar bagi kita menerima hal tersebut,tapi kerana terus disosialisasikan dengan cara-cara menarik oleh mereka, akhirnya lambat laun kamu akan terbiasa dengan hal itu. Dan anda mulai dapat mengikutinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musuh-musuh kamu tidak pernah berhenti membalik dan menukar nilai dan ketika. "Keluar berduaan, berkasih-kasihan tidak lagi sesuatu yang pelik, Zina tidak lagi jadi persoalan, pakaian seksi menjadi hal yang lumrah, sex sebelum nikah menjadi suatu hiburan dan trend, materialistik kini. Menjadi suatu gaya hidup dan lain lain." "Semuanya sudah terbalik. Dan tanpa disedari, anda sedikit demi sedikit menerimanya. Paham?" tanya Guru kepada murid-muridnya. "Paham cikgu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baik permainan kedua..." begitu Guru melanjutkan. "Cikgu ada Qur'an,cikgu akan letakkannya di tengah karpet. Sekarang anda berdiri diluar karpet. Permainannya adalah, bagaimana caranya mengambil Qur'an yang ada ditengah tanpa memijak karpet?" Murid-muridnya berpikir . Ada yang mencuba alternatif dengan tongkat,dan lain-lain. Akhirnya Guru memberikan jalan keluar, digulungnya karpet, dan ia ambil Qur'an. Ia memenuhi syarat, tidak memijak karpet."Murid-murid, begitulah ummat Islam dan musuh-musuhnya...Musuh-musuh Islam tidak akan memijak-mijak anda dengan terang-terang...Kerana tentu anda akan menolaknya mentah mentah. Orang biasapun tak akan rela kalau Islam dihina dihadapan mereka. Tapi mereka akan menggulung anda perlahan-lahan dari pinggir, sehingga andatidak sedar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jika seseorang ingin membuat rumah yang kuat, maka dibina tapak yang kuat.Begitulah Islam, jika ingin kuat, maka bangunlah aqidah yang kuat.Sebaliknya, jika ingin membongkar rumah, tentu susah kalau dimulai dgn tapaknya dulu, tentu saja hiasan-hiasan dinding akan dikeluarkan dulu, kerusi dipindahkan dulu, Almari dibuang dulu &lt;br /&gt;satu persatu, baru rumah dihancurkan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Begitulah musuh-musuh Islam menghancurkan kita. Ia tidak akan menghentam terang-terangan, tapi ia akan perlahan-lahan meletihkan anda. Mulai dari perangai anda, cara hidup, pakaian dan lain-lain, sehingga meskipun anda muslim, tapi anda telah meninggalkan ajaran Islam dan mengikuti cara yang mereka... Dan itulah yang mereka inginkan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini semua adalah fenomena Ghazwul Fikri (Perang Pemikiran). Dan inilah yang dijalankan oleh musuh musuh kita... "Kenapa mereka tidak berani terang-terang memijak-mijak cikgu?" tanya mereka. "Sesungguhnya dahulu mereka terang-terang menyerang, misalnya Perang Salib, Perang Tartar, dan lain-lain. Tapi sekarang tidak lagi." "Begitulah Islam... Kalau diserang perlahan-lahan, mereka tidak akan sedar, akhirnya hancur. Tapi kalau diserang serentak terang-terangan, mereka akan bangkit serentak,baru mereka akan sedar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau begitu, kita selesaikan pelajaran kita kali ini, dan mari kita berdoa dahulu sebelum pulang..." Matahari bersinar terik tatkala anak-anak itu keluar meninggalkan tempat belajar mereka dengan pikiran masing-masing di kepalanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah s.w.t. berfirman "Jika engkau membaca Al-Quran, maka mohonlah perlindungan Allah daripada syaitan yang terkutuk" (Surah An-Nahl:98)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email from Aelflaed of Wisteria  Thu, 14 Jul 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-112886104124092632?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/112886104124092632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=112886104124092632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112886104124092632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112886104124092632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/10/permainan-untuk-direnungi.html' title='Permainan untuk direnungi'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-112886062562727632</id><published>2005-10-09T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:25:48.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 dont's after a meal</title><content type='html'>*    &lt;strong&gt;Don't smoke&lt;/strong&gt;- Experiment from experts proves that smoking a cigarette after meal is comparable to smoking 10 cigarettes (chances of   cancer is higher).                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;*    &lt;strong&gt;Don't eat fruits immediately &lt;/strong&gt;- Immediately eating fruits after meals will cause stomach to be bloated with air. Therefore take fruit 1-2 hr after meal or 1hr before meal.                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;*   &lt;strong&gt;Don't drink tea &lt;/strong&gt;- Because tea leaves contain a high content of acid. This substance will cause the Protein content in the food we consume to be hardened thus difficult to digest.           &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; *    &lt;strong&gt;Don't loosen your belt &lt;/strong&gt;- Loosening the belt after a meal will easily cause the intestine to be twisted &amp; blocked.   &lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;*    &lt;strong&gt;Don't bathe &lt;/strong&gt;- Bathing will cause the increase of blood flow to the hands, legs &amp; body thus the amount of blood around the stomach will therefore decrease.  This will weaken the digestive system in our stomach.               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;*    &lt;strong&gt;Don't walk about &lt;/strong&gt;- People always say that after a meal walk a hundred steps and you will live till 99. In actual fact this is not true. Walking will cause the digestive system to be unable to absorb the nutrition from the food we intake.                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;*    &lt;strong&gt;Don't sleep immediately &lt;/strong&gt;- The food we intake will not be able to digest properly. Thus will lead to gastric &amp; infection in our intestine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-112886062562727632?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/112886062562727632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=112886062562727632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112886062562727632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112886062562727632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/10/7-donts-after-meal.html' title='7 dont&apos;s after a meal'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-112882954205827696</id><published>2005-10-09T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T11:45:42.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new "American Quran"</title><content type='html'>A new Quran is being distributed in Kuwait, titled "The True Furqan". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is over 366 pages and is in both the Arabic and English languages... &lt;br /&gt;it is being distributed to our children in Kuwait in the private English &lt;br /&gt;schools! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book contains 77 Surats, which include Al-Fatiha, Al-Jana and &lt;br /&gt;Al-Injil. &lt;br /&gt;Instead of Bismillah, each Surat begins with a longer version of this &lt;br /&gt;incorporating the Christian belief of the three spirits. And this &lt;br /&gt;so called Quran opposes many Islamic beliefs. in one of its ayats it &lt;br /&gt;describes having more than one wife as fornication, divorce being &lt;br /&gt;non-permissable and it uses a new system for the sharing out of the &lt;br /&gt;will, opposing the current one. It states that Jihad is HARAAM. This book &lt;br /&gt;even goes as far as attacking Allah, Subhanahu wa Tahala! All this is &lt;br /&gt;poisoning our children at approx. $3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers a nd Sisters pleae make sure you forward this email to as many &lt;br /&gt;people as possible so that we can stop this dangerous trick. Please tell &lt;br /&gt;everyone you know and may Allah reward you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT BELIEVE IT?.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the review from WWW.AMAZON.COM &lt;http://www.AMAZON.COM&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1579211755/qid%3D1104739695/sr%3D1-1/ref%3Dsr%5F1%5F1/103-3638929-9669422 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email from NI MATUL HAZIQAH Saturday, January 15 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-112882954205827696?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/112882954205827696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=112882954205827696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112882954205827696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112882954205827696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-american-quran.html' title='The new &quot;American Quran&quot;'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-112882921577177059</id><published>2005-10-09T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T11:40:15.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Rasullullah s.a.w.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum warahmatullah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceramah dari Ustaz Abdullah Mahmood. Ustaz ni memang tak kedekut ilmu. Ada aja tips2 yg berguna yg akan diberi kepada sesiapa yg hadir ceramahnya. Tak rugi kita mendengar ceramah kawan2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada sedikit ilmu yg ingin saya kongsi bersama dengan kawan2 semua! Rupa2nya tanpa kita sedari, dalam makanan yg kita makan sehari2, kita tak boleh main balun aje, sebab itulah terjadinya penyakit kencing manis, lumpuh, sakit jantung, keracunan makanan dan lain2 penyakit apabila kita telah tua nanti. Apabila kawan2 telah mengetahui ilmu ini, tolonglah ajarkan kepada yg lain2nya. Ini pun adalah diet Rasullulah SAW kita juga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustaz Abdullah Mahmood kata, Rasullulah tak pernah sakit perut sepanjang hayatnya kerana pandai jaga pemakanannya sehari2. apa kata kita ikut diet ini kawan2. Tak payahlah susah2 makan pil untuk kurus. Insyaallah kalau kawan2 ikut diet Rasullullah ini, guarantee kawan2 takkan sakit perut ataupun keracunan makanan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jangan makan SUSU + DAGING &lt;br /&gt; Jangan makan DAGING + IKAN &lt;br /&gt; Jangan makan IKAN + SUSU &lt;br /&gt; Jangan makan AYAM + SUSU &lt;br /&gt; Jangan makan IKAN + TELUR &lt;br /&gt; Jangan makan IKAN + DAUN SALAD &lt;br /&gt; Jangan makan SUSU + CUKA &lt;br /&gt; Jangan makan BUAH + SUSU CONTOH :- cocktail &lt;br /&gt; JANGAN MAKAN BUAH SELEPAS MAKAN NASI , SEBALIKNYA MAKAN BUAH TERLEBIH DAHULU, BARU MAKAN NASI. &lt;br /&gt; TIDUR 1 JAM SELEPAS MAKAN TENGAHARI. &lt;br /&gt; Jangan Sesekali Tinggal Makan Malam. Sesiapa Yg Tinggal Makan Malam Dia Akan Dimakan Usia &amp; Kolestrol Dalam Badan Akan Berganda.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampak memanglah pelik... tapi, kalau tak percaya... kawan2 cubalaa... Ianya takde lah dalam jangka masa terdekat nie....Ianya berkesan bila kita sudah tua nanti. Wassalam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email from nur hafizah (buffiz_03) Wednesday april 21 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-112882921577177059?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/112882921577177059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=112882921577177059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112882921577177059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112882921577177059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/10/diet-rasullullah-saw.html' title='Diet Rasullullah s.a.w.'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17634869.post-112882906479527910</id><published>2005-10-09T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T11:37:44.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Ainul Mardhiah</title><content type='html'>ini secebis kisah Ainul Mardiah, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ainul Mardhiah merupakan seorang bidadari yang paling cantik dikalangan bidadari-bidadari yang lain bermaksud mata yang di redhai). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu pagi (di dalam bulan puasa) ketika nabi memberi targhib (berita-berita semangat di kalangan sahabat untuk berjihad pada agama Allah) katanya siapa-siapa yang keluar di jalan Allah tiba-tiba ia shahid, maka dia akan dianugerahkan seorang bidadari yang paling cantik dikalangan bidadari2 syurga. Mendengar berita itu seorang sahabat yang usianya sangat muda teringin sangat untuk mengetahui bagaimana cantiknya bidadari tersebut tetapi dia berasa malu untuk bertanyakan kepada nabi dan pada para sahabat yang lain. Namun dia tetap beri nama sebagai salah seorang yang akan keluar perperang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum Zohor Rasulullah akan tidur sebentar, maka para sahabat pun turut tidur termasuklah pemuda tersebut juga turut tidur sebelum Zohor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam tidur tersebut dia bermimpi berada di satu tempat yang sungguh indah, dia bertemu dengan seorang yang berpakaian yang bersih lagi cantik dan muka yang berseri2 lalu ditanyanya dimanakah dia... lalu lelaki itu menjawab inilah syurga. Lalu dia menyatakan hasrat untuk berjumpa dengan 'Ainul Mardhiah... lalu ditunjuknya di suatu arah maka berjalan dia... di suatu pepohon beliau mendapati ada seorang wanita yang tak pernah dia lihat kecantikan begitu... takpernah dilihat didunia ini... lalu diberi salam dan dia bertanya andakah ainul mardhiah... wanita itu menjawab ehh tidakk... saya khadamnya ainul mardhiah ada di dalam singgahsana sana. Lalu dia berjalan dan memasuki satu mahligai yang cukup indah dan mendapati ada seorang lagi wanita yang kecantikannya berganda-ganda dari yang pertama tadi sedang mengelap permata-mata perhiasan di dalam mahligai.... lalu diberi salam dan di tanya lagi adakah dia ainul mardiah lalu wanita itu menjawab...eh tidakkk saya hanya khadamnya di dalam mahligai ini... ainul mardiah ada di atas mahligai sana,..... lalu dinaikinya anak-anak tangga mahligai permata itu kecantikkannya sungguh mengkagumkan... lalu dia sampai ke satu mahligai dan mendapati seorang wanita yang berganda-ganda cantik dari yang pertama dan berganda-ganda catiknya dari yang kedua.... dan tak pernah dia lihat di dunia.... lalu wanita itu berkata ...akulah ainul mardhiah, aku diciptakan untk kamu dan kamu diciptakan untk aku.... bila lelaki itu mendekatinya wanita itu menjawab... nantiii kamu belum syahid lagiiii......tersentak itu pemuda itu pun terjaga dari tidurnya lalu dia menceritakan segala-galanya kepada satu sahabat lain, namun begitu dia memesan agar jangan menceritakan cerita ini kepada nabi SAW... tapi sekiranya dia shahid barulah ceritakan kepada nabi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petang itu pemuda itu bersama-sama dengan jemaah yang terdapat Nabi di dalamnya telah keluar berperang lalu ditakdirkan pemuda tadi telah shahid. Petang tersebut ketika semua jemaah telah pulang ke masjid, di waktu hendak berbuka puasa maka mereka telah menunggu makanan untuk berbuka (tunggu makanan adalah satu sunnah nabi). Maka kawan sahabat yang shahid tadi telah bangun dan merapati nabi SAW dan menceritakan perihal sahabat nabi yang sahaid tadi... dalam menceritakan itu nabi menjawab benar... benar ... benar... dalam sepanjang cerita tersebut. Akhirnya nabi SAW berkata memang benar cerita sahabat kamu tadi dan sekarang ini dia sedang menunggu untuk berbuka puasa di syurga.... &lt;br /&gt;…subhanallah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email from: Insan Yang Dhaif (23/Aug/2002)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17634869-112882906479527910?l=forwardedemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/feeds/112882906479527910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17634869&amp;postID=112882906479527910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112882906479527910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17634869/posts/default/112882906479527910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forwardedemails.blogspot.com/2005/10/kisah-ainul-mardhiah.html' title='Kisah Ainul Mardhiah'/><author><name>nlnm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
