Books are Foods of different origins.....

Books are foods..

Fiction novels are cakes and desserts of different tastes...
Factual readings are coffee and tea..
Academic readings are milk and sugar...
Everything in between is just side dishes from different origins...

You are welcome to tailor your "book"-menu, 
as the above are solely came from my very own mind-pallate..

Too much cakes and desserts are unhealthy..
Leaving coffee and tea, is the greatest adulthood lost..
Milk and sugar make everything taste better...
Life is too mundane without the fun of adding side dishes to the main course...

a little bit of everything is life

p/s: too much on the phone now..... busy running through the attention-notification-seeker...

got it? 

attention-noti-seeker? 

attention-seeker?

lol..

May Allah Guide......

 There's a constant longing for a peaceful and breathable space in life lately.

Generations of my age are now in the phase of desiring more 'zen' than agitation..

High influxes in big cities... crowded by people with dreams and hopes to live life better, 

and I thought of turning away from this crowded space for the same intention..

to live in a small town, 

after retired.. 

or until retired?

Still thinking...

May Allah guide...

p/s: I would usually unwind myself in small towns where my sister and late father once lived in....  

If family members come over to my place to take their mind off of things.... just sounds so much better, doesn't it... but I'm not there yet~

-random thought-

Couldn't get my eyes off it...

The tendency of any (regardless of age) 'singles' to spend some free time online-browsing for bride-related topics is very common. I'm included!

Until I came across this small nikah ceremony of a Lebanese groom who has lost his sight and fingers due to the Israeli attacks. I stopped browsing... literally holding back my tears..

I was...

shocked by the caption about the groom,

awed by the beauty of his bride,

drowned by their affections towards each other,

amazed by the small, simple yet meaningful celebration that touches many hearts, including mine..

She is now officially his eyes.. and owned his heart~

Married or not... this photo somehow comforts me...

He was at the brink of his death, but by Allah's decree, they were brought together...

May Allah bless them both...

p/s: she has a smile to die for tho~

To survive the unspoken pain

Bukan semua masalah ada jalan penyelesaiannya...

Ada yang hanya mampu diurus dan tidak akan hilang...

(as a form of reward on our patience and perseverence in life)

Eradicating a painful-some company is not as easy as throwing away unwanted things... 

To survive one person, surrounded by others you love dearly, is a conflict that only you could quietly hold to yourself...

Macam Rasulullah yang berpengalaman pahit dengan kejahatan Abu Jahal ...  namun itu tidak  menghilangkan kasihnya pada Ikrimah

Konflik perlu diselesaikan dengan komunikasi matang, cuma ' It doesn't work on everybody'...

At times, diam, redha, memangis, maafkan, mohon perlindungan Allah dari sifat-sifat 'pelik' tu, lebih mendamaikan jiwa ....

A Humbled Heart~

 Bismillah~

As I aged, there's even more 

running and chasing and meeting-people, and distancing some people in life... 

took place

Anyways.....

Alhamdulillah selesai urusan mengecat kelas akhirya..

Tidak ramai yang hadir, but surprisingly, lancar sungguh urusannya.

Ada yang dari rumah, singgah pejabat, ambil anak, datang awal untuk bantu dan balik kampung setelahnya... macam-macam rancangan hujung minggu...

tapi, datang juga...

Apapun susnan kita, Allah lebih tahu cara utuk mengganjarinya....

Semoga panjang manfaatnya...

Subconcious lesson buat anak-anak yang datang. Lihat gelagat ibu ayah bermasyarakat...

Maaf Budi Bahasa

Kegunaan lain , 'Minta maaf' adalah untuk berbudi bahasa. 

Tak ramai yang minta maaf untuk berbudi bahasa...

Persepsi kita pada perkataan MAAF, hanya untuk kesilapan sahaja..

Selain daripada itu, datang soalan...

"KENAPA NAK MINTA MAAF KALAU TAK BUAT SALAH?"

Betul soalan tu... cuma

"minta maaf untuk berbudi bahasa sahaja tidak boleh ke?"

Maaf ya saya tak dapat bantu...

Maaf ya saya tidak dapat belikan...

Maaf ya saya janji bantu, akhirnya tak bantu pun..

Maaf ya saya tidak hadir ...

Maaf ya.....

Budi bahasa.... kan?

Tidak merendahkan nilai kita di mata sesiapa pun....

Maaf ya...

Hati Bersih

 My mom had this amazing story of living under the shadow of her family. 

The only phrase she uses when she's taking a trip down her memory lane was "mak dulu tak pandai semua benda"..

Di pinang mak mertua,

Tak pernah jumpa dan kenal suami sebelum nikah,

Tak pernah tengok duit,

Tak pandai pergi bandar,

Tak pandai beli barang di kedai,

Tak pernah lihat duit,

Tak pernah naik teksi,

Tak berpeluang ke sekolah,

Jaga adik-adik sampai besar, barulah ikut suami merantau.... barulah belajar tentang hidup

And the funniest memory was, when she was upset with her first salary... she vented out to my late Tok Abah (her father obviously)...

"Abah! penat kerja, duit dapat satu aje!!"

Kata Tok Abah "duit tu memang satu, tapi nilainya besar. RM100 tu banyak" (zaman dulu, besar amount ni)

Of all these funny stories that she was ashamed of, and laughed about, she often admire her anak and cucu for being so called "pandai hidup zaman sekarang"...

Little that she knows, how important she was, is and forever in our life.. 

we all love you very dearly mak

p/s: I can't sleep... so I write~