1. Countless blessings.

    Countless blessings.

  2. :)

    :)

  3. Whatever is lost, will be replaced by something better. Have faith.

    Whatever is lost, will be replaced by something better. Have faith.

  4. Masa Projek REBUNG 2.0 haritu, kebetulan ustaz yang bagi ceramah tu ustaz dari Tanta.

Menitis air mata dengar ceramah haritu.

Sebab untuk seketika, rasa macam kat bumi Mesir kembali.

Teringat gerak ramai-ramai ke Tafaquh mingguan, kadang-kadang yang buat rasa seronok lagi sebab dapat jumpak kawan-kawan lepas seminggu sibuk dengan hal masing-masing.

Naik teksi Arab dengan lagu berdentum-dentum ke masrah.

Balik berebut-rebut mushrif nak hantar balik, dan memori-memori lain yang tiba-tiba menghinggap kalbu, buat aku tersedu.

Bumi barakah yang aku rindu, selalu.

    Masa Projek REBUNG 2.0 haritu, kebetulan ustaz yang bagi ceramah tu ustaz dari Tanta.

    Menitis air mata dengar ceramah haritu.

    Sebab untuk seketika, rasa macam kat bumi Mesir kembali.

    Teringat gerak ramai-ramai ke Tafaquh mingguan, kadang-kadang yang buat rasa seronok lagi sebab dapat jumpak kawan-kawan lepas seminggu sibuk dengan hal masing-masing.

    Naik teksi Arab dengan lagu berdentum-dentum ke masrah.

    Balik berebut-rebut mushrif nak hantar balik, dan memori-memori lain yang tiba-tiba menghinggap kalbu, buat aku tersedu.

    Bumi barakah yang aku rindu, selalu.

  5. Love, and loss.

    Love, and loss.

  6. | The Story of a Girl |

She was the girl who cried herself to sleep,
And you would see her smiling the next day,
Never will you find out what runs deep,
Or that her heart was in dismay.

Sticks and stones broke her bones,
Heartaches and heartbreaks, too.
But she knows, she’s never alone.
Because God was always at her rescue.

Years came and gone, 
Seasons changed, too
She was finally Home, 
Older, and wiser; at twenty-two.

If her life was written into a story,
I swear you would cry.
Yet she was never sorry,
And you should know, she; is I.


:: 23rd August 2014
1.30am

    | The Story of a Girl |

    She was the girl who cried herself to sleep,
    And you would see her smiling the next day,
    Never will you find out what runs deep,
    Or that her heart was in dismay.

    Sticks and stones broke her bones,
    Heartaches and heartbreaks, too.
    But she knows, she’s never alone.
    Because God was always at her rescue.

    Years came and gone,
    Seasons changed, too
    She was finally Home,
    Older, and wiser; at twenty-two.

    If her life was written into a story,
    I swear you would cry.
    Yet she was never sorry,
    And you should know, she; is I.


    :: 23rd August 2014
    1.30am

  7. | Cerita Tentang Kita |

Ini satu cerita; cerita tentang kita
Satu nukilan istimewa buat anda semua,
Buat rakan-rakan dan kaum keluarga,
Dengarlah coretan hati seorang wanita.

Kami, warga pelbagai benua.
Anak-anak kota, pulang ke desa.
Dengan satu niat yang sama.
Menabur bakti dan juga jasa.

Sawah nan menghijau menjadi saksi,
Tautan hati dan sanubari
Semuanya bakal menjadi memori,
Yang akan kita kenang suatu hari nanti.

Ini bukan sekadar puisi, mahupun fiksi.
Ini realiti, dari hati-hati kami.
Moga pertemuan kita diredhai Ilahi.
Andai kita tak berjumpa di dunia, moga di syurgaNya, nanti.

::Malam Kesenian, Projek REBUNG 2.0

Kg. Parit Haji Kassim, Bagan Serai, Perak.

13 Ogos 2014.

#rebung2

    | Cerita Tentang Kita |

    Ini satu cerita; cerita tentang kita
    Satu nukilan istimewa buat anda semua,
    Buat rakan-rakan dan kaum keluarga,
    Dengarlah coretan hati seorang wanita.

    Kami, warga pelbagai benua.
    Anak-anak kota, pulang ke desa.
    Dengan satu niat yang sama.
    Menabur bakti dan juga jasa.

    Sawah nan menghijau menjadi saksi,
    Tautan hati dan sanubari
    Semuanya bakal menjadi memori,
    Yang akan kita kenang suatu hari nanti.

    Ini bukan sekadar puisi, mahupun fiksi.
    Ini realiti, dari hati-hati kami.
    Moga pertemuan kita diredhai Ilahi.
    Andai kita tak berjumpa di dunia, moga di syurgaNya, nanti.

    ::Malam Kesenian, Projek REBUNG 2.0

    Kg. Parit Haji Kassim, Bagan Serai, Perak.

    13 Ogos 2014.

    #rebung2

  8. "You can look at a scar, and see hurt.

Or you can look at a scar, and see healing.”

    "You can look at a scar, and see hurt.

    Or you can look at a scar, and see healing.”

  9. "You can look at a scar, and see hurt.

Or you can look at a scar, and see healing.”

    "You can look at a scar, and see hurt.

    Or you can look at a scar, and see healing.”

  10. I feel that the age of twenties has become an age of goodbyes for a lot of us. A lot of my friends, including me have loast their loved ones to the Creator in these recent years. One can only understand the pain of losing someone forever, once he or she has felt loss itself.

I’d always worry whether the people I love would get lonely down there, being six feet under. Everytime I read the tahlil or pray for them, I’d imagine their graves lighting up, and I hope that it’ll keep them company till the day I meet them again in Jannah, insyaAllah.

We might not be able to be with them in flesh and bloos anymore, but know that our du’a and prayers are the invisible bridges that connect us through this world and the next. 

Keep them in our prayers. 

Remember them like we would like to be remembered when we’re gone.


“The Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) is reported to have said,


“When a person dies, all his deeds come to an end except three: ongoing charity, beneficial knowledge (which he has left behind), or a righteous child who will pray for him.”

    I feel that the age of twenties has become an age of goodbyes for a lot of us. A lot of my friends, including me have loast their loved ones to the Creator in these recent years. One can only understand the pain of losing someone forever, once he or she has felt loss itself.

    I’d always worry whether the people I love would get lonely down there, being six feet under. Everytime I read the tahlil or pray for them, I’d imagine their graves lighting up, and I hope that it’ll keep them company till the day I meet them again in Jannah, insyaAllah.

    We might not be able to be with them in flesh and bloos anymore, but know that our du’a and prayers are the invisible bridges that connect us through this world and the next.

    Keep them in our prayers.

    Remember them like we would like to be remembered when we’re gone.


    “The Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) is reported to have said,


    “When a person dies, all his deeds come to an end except three: ongoing charity, beneficial knowledge (which he has left behind), or a righteous child who will pray for him.”

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"Won't do as I'm told to believe,
I wear my heart on my sleeve"
Flawz - Caitlin Crosby

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