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Rindu. Betul rindu banyak benda. Tengok gambar salji, rindu pada butir-butir halus putih yang sejuk dan beku itu. Rindu rasa mahu jalan dan dengar bunyi ais hancur-hancur bawah tapak but. Rindu mahu lihat semua tempat jadi putih, pokok, rumput dan sungai yang sedikit membeku. Betul rindu. Bila lihat gambar daun coklat kuning yang gugur, rindu pula pada pepohonan maple, pada daun-daun kering yang selalu mengisi tepi-tepi jalan setiap pagi mahu ke tempat belajar. Rindu juga pada bunga-bunga yang berkembang semi tiap kali tiba musimnya. Warna-warni yang tampak seperti lukisan sedang ia lakaran terindah ciptaan Tuhan. Rindu betul!

"Doktor, dah dapat belum darah saya?"

Er, eh! Astaghfirullahala'zim....

"Eh, ye... susah betul nak cari salur darah awak ni..."

"Amik dekat femoral jelah doktor, sakit kena cucuk banyak-banyak kali ni..."

"Erm, okay..."

Kadang-kadang pesakit lebih arif. Itu antara hakikat yang perlu didepani dan diterima.

"Bismillah.... tahan sikit ye."

Dia tersenyum.

"Doktor ni doktor baru ye?"

"Erm, ya. Okay, dah. Terima kasih"

"Terima kasih doktor."

Jarang ada orang yang berterima kasih selepas dirinya dicucuk banyak kali dan darahnya diambil saban hari.

Bunga semangat sedikit berputik. InshaAllah, semoga kerja hari ini dimudahkan.

*Aku malas menulis. Nanti aku sambung ya. Tisbah a'la kheir.*

Tapi benar aku rindu,

I dont celebrate bithdays, I celebrate Maulid; Everyday!

Bismillah Alhamdulillah

Assalamualaikum Ya Muslims of the world

I hope that you are in great state of health and Iman.
As I can see, the season of Maulid is here. Yes, people are celebrating. We do dzikir, recite Qasidah, read the Quran, pray in Jemaah attend Haul…so on and so forth.

However I also can see some of us saying Celebrating the birthday of Rasullullah SAW is bidaah and should not been done. Some even result to being critical and hating this event. I hope that they dont hate the people that attend these events.

You see, we Muslims are fragile. We love Nabi Muhammad SAW more than we love ourselves. I myself am in love with Rasulullah SAW no doubt about it. But what have we done that we can be proud of to say that we love him? His sunnah? Do we even do all of his sunnah? His actions, his treatment of other, his ibadah, his mannerism, do we even start to think of him when we look into ourselves?

Thus some think that we can live and celebrate his life by celebrating Maulid on the 12th of RabiulAwwal, and thats it. Some thinks that all those who goes to Maulid on the 12th Rabiul Awwal thinks like this.

People talk about bidaah. I talk about sahabah. You need to see the context. During the time of sahabah, they celebrated his existence everyday, fought by his side, followed his footsteps,exemplify him. Now look at us. Some even disown those who go to these celebrations as their brothers and sisters in Islam.

Ya Rasulullah, Maddad , Maddad Ya Rasulullah. Your Ummah needs you!

I shall stand for unity of this ummah. I am not a Salafi, nor a Wahabbi, nor an ahlul bidaah. I stand by the words of Rasulullah SAW, the Quran, and the sunnah of the prophets. I love poetry, I love Qasidahs too. I sing it everyday actually. So as for me what ever makes me happy is to think and exemplify him and cherish his sacrifice that he have made. From the times of Taif, to Badr, from his birth till his passing. He is the person I will fight for, die for, and live for even though I have never met him, yet.

I am here not to hate. I am here to seek peace amongst the raging Muslims. The time is near. We need to be at the best state as possible. In anyway possible. InsyaAllah.
Im not a man of knowledge, I am a man of mistakes. Allah is my strength and the goodness in me comes from Allah. the worst of me comes from myself.

The best way to live his sunnah is to be in the da`waah movement. Have you joined?
Wassalam Alaikum Ya Ikhwan

from your bro,
Muhammad hbr

Solla a'laikallah... Ya Rasulullah,

ps. I love you

It wasn't just every year that I would want to say this.

I would have say it everyday. Every minute. Every second. Every wishful thought I had.

But sometimes I just couldn't.

Busy.

No times.

Rushing.

In a hurry.

Next time, I would always say.

When everyday, all the next times becomes another yesterdays.

I'm so, so, sorry. Really I am such an ungrateful person.

(though sorry DOES NOT justify this)

Ibu. Ayah.

Thanks for awesomely raising me this two and a half decades!

p/s: I love you,