tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727824664103688582024-02-19T21:39:33.015+08:00Syamimi SupianFaith & Nature At Its BestSyamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-8621522063848372032023-10-04T22:16:00.005+08:002023-10-04T22:20:59.383+08:00All Hope is not Lost<p> </p><div dir="auto">I like bringing a book everywhere I go. Whether I had the time to read it or not, that's a different story.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">There were a couple of instances where random strangers struck up conversations with me. A fellow bookish I presume.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">Once, I was reading Aristotle's Politics. </div><div dir="auto">A 20-ish young woman asked, "Is the book fun?". </div><div dir="auto">Her eyes were lively. </div><div dir="auto">I laughed. "I don't know, I just started reading it", I answered.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">Just recently, while I was putting sugar into my cup of coffee, the barista read aloud what was on the book cover. </div><div dir="auto">"Muhammad. Prophet of Peace Amid The Clash of Empires". </div><div dir="auto">I glanced at him, and with a smile, I told him, "It's a good book". </div><div dir="auto">"How much is the book?" he asked. </div><div dir="auto">"Erm I don't remember". </div><div dir="auto">Then he continued, "I baca banyak buku pasal Nabi. I suka kaji. Oh I muslim". </div><div dir="auto">He probably needed to explain himself since he was wearing a face mask.</div><div dir="auto">I laughed and told him, "Of course. Kita kena selalu baca pasal Nabi (Muhammad s.a.w.)"</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div>These
kinds of small talk are refreshing. Whilst the vast majority of people
are worried about the booming TikTok and YouTube generations, these
youngsters who read are still here. They're just silently living, buried
in a sea of lives, like a treasure awaiting to be discovered. <br />Syamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-8415752505664713222023-06-08T17:18:00.002+08:002023-06-08T17:18:25.495+08:00The Reflection<p>The blue sky is as clear as a mirror</p><p>There I see a reflection of a person</p><p>Staring back at me</p><p>Though not as blankly as I am, while laying on this bed of grass</p><p>With eyes deep in question, the reflection sees me</p><p>The whole of me</p><p>And I realized, every questions that I have</p><p>I can seek the answer within myself</p><p>In my heart, in my mind <br /></p>Syamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-87298246750673097542022-11-06T18:00:00.002+08:002022-11-06T18:00:45.094+08:00Being Grateful<p>Being grateful might have different meaning to different individuals. Most of the times, we get immersed in our day to day challenges and predicaments that we forget to pause and realize that we have more to be grateful for. </p><p>The ability to appreciate little things in life help us to move forward and celebrate life. Life itself is never perfect and will never be. It is the fitrah of this dunya. Perfection is only achieved in Jannatul Firdaus, the place where we belong and we shall return to, insha Allah. </p><p>Take a few minutes in a day to write in your journal. It doesn't have to be a pretty journal nor should it be decorated excessively, unless pretty things make you happy :) List down the things you are grateful for for the day and see how your life changes. </p><p>Alhamdulillah. <br /></p>Syamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-88241147184647900172016-12-11T18:01:00.001+08:002016-12-11T18:01:35.234+08:00Do You Remember?<p dir="ltr">Remember. The time your mother said she's full even when she's not, just to let you have that last piece of chicken...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Remember. The time your father sacrificed his sleep, just to get you to the clinic...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Realise. Each time in prayer they think of you and make du'a upon du'a for you...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Realise. The lessons they teach, the advises they give, for your own wellbeing...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Think. Can they ever be replaced? Can you ever repay them? </p>
Syamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-61694061180124392016-08-24T07:22:00.001+08:002016-08-24T07:22:46.469+08:00Dan daku pun berkata<p dir="ltr">Rentak tari si daun sireh <br>
Lemah gemalai mengikut bayu<br>
Kisah nan pilu terputus kasih<br>
Cederanya hati siapa yang tahu</p>
<p dir="ltr">Tegak berdiri si pohon tanjung<br>
Harum mewangi menyusup kalbu<br>
Tak tahan sudah hati menampung<br>
Rindu dan cinta pada yang Satu</p>
<p dir="ltr">Cantik tak terperi si akik sungai<br>
Kemilau sinar merias jari<br>
Dosa menggunung merintih hati<br>
Taubat bersungguh kembali mensuci</p>
<p dir="ltr">Mekarnya seroja di tasik pesona<br>
Ditemani penyair melantun cinta<br>
Daku hambaMu yang hina dan dina<br>
Tunjukkan daku jalan yang Kau redha</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Haruman nan indah menyisip segenap ruang,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Hati wanita jangan disentuh jika bukan niatmu untuk menyunting dirinya,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Biarkan saja dia menunggu yang pasti, yang buatkan hatinya riang.</p>
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Marriage. The question kept coming when you're now in your late 20s. Some questions were not harmful, some were hurtful. Rare it is to find those who sincerely care. Once I received an unwanted commentary, 'when i was your age, i was already married'. I was about to say 'so?' but I brushed it away and laughed instead. I have come to the point where I am happy and enjoy being a single woman. I get to do a lot of things that I enjoy doing, not saying that marriage is going to take that away because I know when the time comes inshaAllah I will enjoy being married. But please understand that this is the state that I am currently in. Single, happy with my family and friends. Biting my nails about the future won't help me. Marriage to me is a sacred union of two souls who constantly want to grow, together. Let me put my hopes onto Allah, for He knows what is best for me. The best that you can do for me is pray for my happiness and not imposing your perspective on me and other women. </div>
Syamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-42242970484100524012016-04-14T10:42:00.001+08:002016-04-14T10:42:48.441+08:00Aspired to be the Inspired<p dir="ltr">Being in a group of women with so many talents and gifts to offer has aspired me to become a better woman. A woman of substance. </p>
<p dir="ltr">To achieve that I myself have to go through a journey of realization and acceptance. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Accepting that I am a human with potentials to grow. Tap into myself and see the gifts that He The Majestic has given me. At the same time realizing that I can and I will make mistakes. It is part and partial of learning, no? </p>
<p dir="ltr">It is only when we're in the arena battling the challenges thrown at us that we will come out as a woman with substance. </p>
<p dir="ltr">La hawla wala quwwata illa billah.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">You have been shutting yourself out from people who really cares. Have you ever thought, that someone out there, is going to see that side of you and end up loving you more at their soul level? Just as much as you are able to show up in your innermost soul level? </p>
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<p dir="ltr">I've been reading and learning on vulnerability this past year and I think it has helped me so much. Putting it into practice is one of the worst nightmares, to show up as whole person with highs and lows is not easy as it seems. Materially, I did not acquire much this year (except for books that are piling up!). But to have my inner self grow, that is a much better achievement. All good things are from Allah The Most High, and the weaknesses are all mine. Alhamdulillah 'ala kulli hal.</p><p dir="ltr"> #halalfeetpose</p>
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Tanpa sedar ia selalu datang melawat<br>
Menunggu detik dan tika <br>
Bersediakah kita? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Pohon selalu pada Dia biar kita mati dalam iman bukan dalam alpa</p>
<p dir="ltr">Biar kita mati dengan hati bersih daripada cela dan noda </p>
<p dir="ltr">Sebab mati itu sentiasa menjengah dalam tidur dan jaga</p>
Syamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-1348669446323186642015-06-07T22:27:00.001+08:002015-06-07T22:28:05.965+08:00Why Feel?<p dir="ltr">"The more we feel our joy, the more we feel pain". </p>
<p dir="ltr">To be able to feel, is a gift in and of itself. But to really feel, it can be overwhelming. Scary so as to speak. Kalau tak, mana kan ada bidalan orang tua 'Kalau seronok sangat nanti, ada yang menangis pula". Which is true. So we shut down. We put up walls so high, nobody can come through. We thought we are safe now. But we're wrong. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We've created a barrier that no love can come in, and no love can pour out of that sacred heart of us. That, is a calamity. A calamity for the heart, for the soul. We are dead before our appointed time. Instead my love, embrace the feelings. Don't be afraid of them. </p>
<p dir="ltr">They are making you alive. </p>
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Khabarkan pada sawah padi,<br>
Hijaunya senantiasa memikat hati,<br>
Sampaikan pada sang unggas,<br>
Nyanyian merdunya seakan memanggil lekas,<br>
Si pencinta alam dan kedamaiannya</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Sekalian mergastua mula mengambil posisi, ayuh malam sudah tiba</p>
<p dir="ltr">Rehatlah. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Khabarnya esok matahari kan menyinari, setiap pelosok tidak akan terhindari</p>
<p dir="ltr">Bertebaranlah. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Kembali malam, kembali siang. Kembali malam, kembali siang. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Kembali begitu, kembali begini. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Cerita yang sama, diulang lagi. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Carilah makna dalam cerita yang sama. Jikalau tidak dicari makna, alahai kosongnya cerita. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Cerita itu, yang diulang. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">How can one not be engulf in fires,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Driven to change and driven to raise the bar of penitence, </p>
<p dir="ltr">For one's self worth through His divine acceptance. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">The start of 2015 was something I'd never expected. The passing of Maklong on Friday 2nd January 2015 / 11 Rabiulawal 1436H marks another lost for our big family. May Allah grants His rahmah to her, overlooks her sins and reunite us again in His jannatul firdaus. </p>
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A short note I posted a while ago on Facebook. The very reason why I find small things matter.<span style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was in my room getting ready for work when the scent of bakhoor lit by Abah downstairs lightly spread all across the house. It was calming and enchanting.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Coming down, I was greeted by the birds outside singing happily and our cat Muffin meowing at us as she was about to be bathed saying 'Hello, good morning Kaklong, now can you help me get out of this cage? Bathing at this early hour is so not me'. Sorry Muffin, I can't help you. I'm off to work, toodles. See you later.<br />And so she sat there obediently sending me off with her Puss in Boot's eyes.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Driving my way to office was amazingly smooth alhamdulillah. Though surrounded by tall buildings and cars honking everywhere, looking at the green trees around released a few of the stresses that might have subconsciously embedded.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Making connection with nature (skies, trees, animals) somehow eliminates negativities and motivates oneself to be more calm and collected.</span></blockquote>
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Syamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-70307481098737656922014-09-15T22:35:00.001+08:002014-09-15T22:38:28.191+08:00Dinding Hati<p dir="ltr">Kita dilahirkan suci murni, tiada sebarang penyakit hati. Namun dalam proses membesar kita akan berhadapan dengan bermacam rintangan dan ragam manusia. Manusia ego contohnya. Penyakit hati yang berangkai dan berjangkit tanpa kita sedar. Bagaimana? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Contoh, kita bertemu dan mengenali seseorang yang ego dan sukar. Kita semakin terluka lalu kita akan bina 'dinding' hati. A total shutdown. Tiada rasa. Lalu kita bertemu dengan keadaan dan watak yang lain. 'Dinding' hati masih ada malah diperkuatkan lagi binaannya. Nah, watak lain pula yang menjadi mangsa. Kita yang asalnya mangsa kini jadi pemangsa.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Cycle ini akan berterusan sampailah suatu ketika pintu hati diketuk dengan kasih sayang Allah, melalui kasih sayang watak lain yang benar benar jujur mahu meruntuhkan 'dinding' hati. Namun, jika kita masih ada dinding itu runtuhkanlah ia di dalam sujud. Jangan tunggu watak lain. Ini hidup kita, hati kita. Jangan biarkan keras lama-lama. Kerana ia milik Allah jua. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Hati yang bersih itulah yang menjadi ukuran buat kita, syurga atau neraka. </p>
Syamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-78334515508665471872014-09-15T10:39:00.000+08:002014-09-15T10:41:28.187+08:00Motor dan Beg GalasWaktu pagi hari Isnin macam biasa saya akan bangun dan bersiap-siap untuk ke pejabat. Walaupun terkadang rasa layu kerana dua hari sudah berehat dan kini perlu bekerja pula, namun digagahkan jua langkah. Ini lah rezeki yang telah Allah swt tetapkan buat diri ini. Syukur.<br />
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Bismillahi tawakkaltu 'alallah.<br />
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Langkah keluar rumah disertai permintaan pertolongan dan perlindungan kepada Allah Maha Kuasa.<br />
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Niat setiap hari mahu lihat dan faham segala kebaikan yang telah Dia sediakan buat saya yang banyak kekurangan ini.<br />
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Nah, waktu keluar simpang rumah saya disajikan dengan pemandangan yang menginsafkan.<br />
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Kecil sahaja mungkin, namun bila difikirkan, seribu satu macam hikmah boleh diambil iktibar.<br />
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Sepasang suami isteri yang juga dalam perjalanan ke tempat kerja menaiki motor di apit dengan tiga orang anak-anak kecil. Disangkut pula di bahu isteri beg galas, ke taska barangkali.<br />
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Mereka masih cekal ke tempat kerja. Masih kuat menghantar anak-anak ke taska mengharapkan anak-anak kecil itu memahami tugasan dan tanggungjawab mencari nafkah buat keluarga. Walaupun bermotor tiada teduhan tika panas dan hujan.<br />
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Saya berfikir sejenak.<br />
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Syamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-72229046008258768532014-09-14T19:48:00.001+08:002014-09-15T10:41:52.275+08:00Harta Karun<div dir="ltr">
Dahulu masa kecil, buku dan saya memang tidak dapat dipisahkan. Seperti rakan baik, susah nak ditinggalkan!</div>
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Pernah suatu malam, emak dan abah mengajak saya keluar bersama makan malam. Saya pula ketika itu khusyuk bermain dengan buku-buku yang dimiliki. Pelawaan emak dan abah ditolak. </div>
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"Tak apa, Mimi tinggal rumah. Mak abah pergilah. Mimi jaga rumah"</div>
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Kata saya yang masih belum bersekolah ketika itu. Emak abah akur sahaja meninggalkan anak sulong mereka di rumah ditemani buku-buku dan cerita McGuyver di TV, juga kegemaran saya ketika itu. </div>
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Sungguh, buku-buku lah harta karun paling bernilai buat saya. Terima kasih emak abah perkenalkan dengan hobi yang sangat bermanfaat! </div>
Syamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-45574214172464403542014-09-10T00:13:00.001+08:002014-09-15T10:42:21.275+08:00It was contagious! <div dir="ltr">
Today I bumped into a couple whose happiness was so contagious that I smiled all the way to the office. I was actually worried that ppl would think I'm a lunatic lol. They were both visually impaired, the wife guiding her husband at the back while holding their maybe 3 year old daughter who was also a jovial kid!</div>
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We often complain about our misfortune and neglect the blessings that we have whilst others are enjoying what they have to the fullest. </div>
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From these pakcik and makcik, I have learned that happiness does not come from a pretty or handsome face, the latest car in town, or that new jewellery you bought. It comes from the heart being content with Allah (swt). This couple had really proved it!</div>
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We or I in particular might see through our naked eyes that this couple is visually impaired but maybe Allah (swt) sees them as one of the most beautiful creation of His. Maybe much much more beautiful than us, the so called perfect and flawless human being. Because our hearts are not the same & Allah knows best. </div>
Syamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-54918047297570330522014-09-08T11:06:00.001+08:002015-01-20T13:54:47.232+08:00The Beauty of Transitions. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The transition from day to night, sunset as we call it; </div>
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Possesses beauty that dims through our world,</div>
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Leaving marks in our memory.</div>
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"Ah, that sunset moment." </div>
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Thus is humans.</div>
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The transition of our life from one phase to another,</div>
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Magnifies beauty through strength.</div>
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The strength of changing,</div>
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The strength of leaving,</div>
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Possesses an even greater beauty of its own.</div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, Most Merciful. All praises
belong to Allah and Allah only. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For these past two years, I have come to learn that valuing ourselves
is the biggest gift that one can reward oneself. It is true that through brokenness,
lights will enter and eventually it will lead us to wonderments of life. By
these, I meant the discovery of our truer self and purpose of life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A gentle reminder though. Writing this is not an easy thing
to do as I need to unfold my memories in which it was full of emotion,
confusion, and imbalance on my part due to my own blunder. Yet, no harm is
intended as all of these are causes that made me seek Him the Almighty. Alhamdulillah
ala kulli hal. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One good thing leads
to another.<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I was searching ways to heal myself, with Allah’s
guidance I discovered abundant of resources chained and linked to one another.
Of course, the Quran itself is a means to heal oneself. Holistic healing comes
from the word “Whole”. When we are whole, we are deeply connected to ourselves
at the physical, emotional, mental and spiritual level. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i>“And We reveal of the Quran that which is a healing and a mercy to the
believers, and it adds only to the perdition of the unjust”</i></b> – Surah Al-Isra
(17:82) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Read the Quran when you are confused and when you need
answers. It is as if Allah Azza Wa Jalla is talking directly to you, helping
you in a way that you could have never imagined. To merely write my feelings
would be an understatement in and of itself and would do unjust to Allah’s
mercifulness. So you have to experience yourself how Allah is talking to you
when you need Him the most. Put your ego in the dustbin and you will melt out
of His love for you, SubhanaAllah. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Journey of
Meeting Beautiful Souls. <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Moving forward, I met beautiful people with beautiful souls.
Each of them has their own stories, some so deep and unthinkable that I have no
capacity to digest. To compare theirs with mine, gosh, I can almost hear myself
saying “Come on Mimi! Your trial is not as big as theirs! Why so sullen?!” But criticizing myself for feeling that way
certainly did not help much. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Trying to Be Whole
Again. <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Instead, as what I have learned from Hakim Sidi Archuletta
(will get to that later) we should identify our feelings and sensations, most
importantly recognize and embrace them! Feel those emotions, if you have to cry
it out then cry. If you’re angry about something then be so as long as you know
how to properly react upon it. Hakim means traditional Islamic doctor, a person
who cures illness through wisdom. Hakim Archuletta has been teaching natural
healing in the essence of spirituality through Islamic doctrines. Humans are
design to shut down emotion when we are constantly being hurt. These 3 fears
are what hindering us from getting in touch with our own feelings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Fear of reaching out / fear of being rejected<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sound familiar? You bet they are. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Accept What Is,
Let Go Of What Was.<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So instead of shutting down my emotions and feelings, I
reach out to them. I feel them across my body. I understand them. I reconnect
with nature. When I recalled back the experiences that I thought were hurting
me, I search for the wisdom behind them. Instead of blaming the situation or
other person(s) in which I find it hard to do because I have lost that ego, I
have only myself to hold accountable. The people, the situations, are all part
of what have been decreed by Allah (swt) as tools to teach me the lessons in
life and for everyone to grow. Accept what is, and let go of what was. Forgive
everyone and most importantly forgive myself. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I feel more comfortable in my own skin now and
am happier with true happiness! Hehe. Alhamdulillah. Though I am still not sure
where my life will lead to, I realize that it is all about finding the meaning
of every action I do. After all, life is a journey yes? </span></div>
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Syamimi Supianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08177659281743198338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472782466410368858.post-79411394959548243402014-05-15T14:12:00.001+08:002014-05-15T19:00:08.445+08:00Heart Remedy - Qasidah Qod Kafani<div dir="ltr">
It has been quite some time since I last posted my writing here. Not that I don't have the time but I just couldn't make the time sufficient for writing and for that I'm charged with guiltiness. Anyway with the hope of making up what I missed, I would like to share a Qasidah in which I found to be very close to my heart. Reading at it attentively is enough to make one understand that it was written purely for the love of our Lord, Allah Exalted is He. This qasidah was written by Al Habib Abdullah bin Alwi Al Haddad and has been widely known and recited by Muslims. </div>
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<i><b>My Lord's knowledge has sufficed me from asking and choosing</b></i></blockquote>
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<i><b>For my du'a and my agonising supplication is a witness to my poverty</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b></b></i><i><b>For this secret (reason) I make supplication in times of ease and times of difficulty</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b>I am a slave whose pride is in his poverty and obligation</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b></b></i><i><b>O my Lord and my King </b></i><i><b>You know my state</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b></b></i><i><b>And what has settled in my heart of agonies and preoccupations</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b>Save me with a gentleness from You, O Lord of Lords</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b></b></i><i><b>Oh save me, Most Generous before I run out of my patience (with myself)</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b>O One who is swift in sending aid I ask for aid that will arrive to me swiftly</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b></b></i><i><b>It will defeat all difficulty and it will bring all that I hope for</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b>O Near One Who answers and All-Knowing and All-Hearing</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b></b></i><i><b>I have attained realization through my incapacity my submission and my brokenness </b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b>I am still standing by the door so please my Lord, have mercy on my standing</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b></b></i><i><b>And in the valley of generosity, I am in i'tikaf </b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b>So retreat </b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b></b></i><i><b>Allah, make my retreat here permanent and I'm abiding by good opinion (of You)</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b>For it is my friend and ally</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b></b></i><i><b>And it is the one that sits by me and keeps me company</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b>All day and night</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b></b></i><i><b>There is a need in my soul, O Allah</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b>So please fulfil it, O Best of Fulfillers</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b></b></i><i><b>And comfort my secret and my heart from its burning and its shrapnel</b></i> </blockquote>
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<i><b>For joy and expansion is my state and my motto and my cover</b></i></blockquote>
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