balik kalini rasa lain macam.
madiah pegang tangan mak, tapi dah makin kendur. urut kaki mak bila mak jatuh, dah makin tak boleh jalan jauh bondaku.
bila tanya mak, 'dlm dunia ni kita takkan selalu dapat ape yg kita nak kan?' mak jawab ya.
mak nak org balik.
biar luka sakit org, org je yg hadap.
tipulah kalau x rasa berdosa.
tipu sangat.
tapi, semuanya ibarat ditelan mati emak, dilauh mati bapak.
hasbunallah wani'mal wakeel. semoga org tetap dapat berbakti dgn cara org sendiri.
moga Allah tunjuk jalan terbaik.
When you realised how expensive everything has gotten and Allah has never left you hungry or empty handed, but instead with more than enough. 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹😭 Alhamdullilah.
This paragraph by Haruki Murakami hits very hard:
“Once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
Eid ul Adha is a reminder that nothing should be loved more than Allah. Not a person. Not your desires. Not this dunya. Because the story of sacrifice was never just about ibrahim[AS] and ismael[AS], it's also about us and what we're willing to give up for Allah.
I love that we, as hamba, can berdoa to Allah directly. No middleman. No appointment. No fee
Bayangkan, sekecil-kecil kita ini pun boleh mengadu, meminta, berharap, pada bila-bila masa. Tanpa syarat. Tanpa alat. Hanya hati yang menghadap.
Oh I love being a muslim
the outside me: smiling, laughing, bickering, acting, yelling to my kiddos
the inside: crying, screaming of misery and pain, jumping (with the hope of me reaching the moon)