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Selasa, 10 November 2009




The Best of Friends

The best of friends,
Can change a frown,
Into a smile,
when you feel down.
The best of friends,
Will understand,
Your little trials,
And lend a hand.
The best of friends,
Will always share,
Your secret dreams,
Because they care.
The best of friends,
Worth more than gold,
Give all the love,
A heart can hold.
A Best Friend!

A Best Friend!

A friend that really cares!
All my secrets i can share!
There when i need a hand!
There to understand!
When i cry!
She will be by!
If i am away!
She will call me day by day!
If i need her at all!
She'll be there to stand tall!
Anything i say will be heard!
She will listen word by word!
If I am late!
She will open the gate!
As she looks in my eyes!
The sparkle she realize!
She is the one that cares!
And the one thats there!

That's a best Friend!!





Jumat, 07 Agustus 2009

Izinkan aku berdoa
Bukan agar terhindar dari bahaya melainkan agar aku tiada takut menghadapinya

Izinkan aku memohon
Bukan agar penderitaanku hilang melainkan agar hatiku teguh menghadapinya




Izinkan aku tidak mencari sekutu dalam medan perjuangan hidupku
melainkan memperoleh kekuatanku sendiri

Izinkan aku tidak mengidamkan dalam ketakutan dan kegelisahan untuk diselamatkan
melainkan harapan akan kesabaran untuk memenangkan kebebasanku

Berkati aku sehingga aku tidak menjadi pengecut dengan merasakan kemurahanMu dalam keberhasilanku semata,
melainkan biarkan aku menemukan genggaman tanganMu dalam kegagalanku

(Rabindranath Tagore)


Senin, 13 Juli 2009

Praising Allah!


I know you are there
Little bird,
Covered by rich green, talking to the tree
Yes, a talking tree!

I know you are hiding
Little ant,
Under the solid brown, listening to the song
Yes, the singing earth!

I know you are relaxing
Tiny drop of rain,
Inside the airy white, hearing the laugh
Yes, a laughing cloud!

I know you are dancing
Little bee,
Beside fresh colors, joining a prayer
Yes, a praying flower!

I know you are breathing
Little fish,
Deep in the wide blue, amazed by stories
Yes, the Historian Ocean!

I am sitting in my room
Seeing you all in the heart of my eye
Praising the work of God
Wishing to add more before I die

Talking tree
Singing earth
Laughing cloud
Praying flower; and
Historian Ocean
Let me join you, and be sublime
Praising God till the end of our time!





A beautiful and simple life, by Daud Mannion


A beautiful and simple life,
spent with a devout and knowledgeable wife,
thus for Allah I would live and learn,
thus its the life for which I yearn.

I'll admit I'd care how she looks,
and perhaps even how she cooks!
Iman though most of all in her I do desire,
Iman that smolders like a warm homely fire.

In all I'd give my wife a say,
as long as she was devout and loved to pray,
equal in our worship and our work,
equal in hard effort and avoiding shirk.

Of boys and girls I'd want at least four,
unless my wife would like even more!
children to please both our eyes,
children one more treasure that Allah supplies.

Then after our Salat we've said,
in our tiredness to retire to bed,
then as lights out I would smile and yawn,
then that homely fire at night could keep me warm.





A Friend or Enemy?

He wanted me to burn in hell,
He wanted me to be among those who fell,
He wished to lead me astray,
From my Lords mercy he tried to keep me away.
Was he my friend or enemy?

It was because of him I was deprived,
He had deceived so many,
He kept coming at me until I died,
I still didn’t realize amidst all the agony,
Was he my friend or enemy?

He whispered evil to me every day & every night,
He defeated me without me even putting up a fight,
I didn’t even try,
I thought I can just ignore him and let him pass by,
Was he my friend or enemy?

This is why I was drowned in sins,
All along he was sitting back and laughing at me,
Then death hit me, now I can see,
But it’s too late,
There’s no going back to change my fate.

His task had reached its end,
This was his plan all along,
He wasn’t my friend,
I understood it all wrong,
He was the Devil, my arch enemy!





My Special Friend

by Joe Leblanc
Your cheerful smile
Your caressing hand
It's the really simple things
That make your life look so grand

You're a special woman
It's in your eyes
I see the truth
There is no disguise

It's your spirit
Maybe your soul
But my life without you
Would feel painfully old

You've been a true friend
I hope you stay
I would be so very empty
If you ever went away





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