أهلاً من جديد

Ruh itu didapati dari jiwa yang tertaut kepada Allah, yang merindui Allah pada setiap saat hidupnya...

Aku mahu diriku diterangi dengan cahayaMu ya Rabb.

الحرية / Freedom

Seronok bercakap panjang tentang kebebasan.

Ya, kebebasan untuk beragama, mempraktikkan itu ini, kebebasan daripada pemerintah zalim, kebebasan daripada penjajahan dan macam macam lagi lah.

Ya memang taksalah nak bercerita tentang hal-hal ini. Haih laa tapi kalau diri sendiri belum bebas daripada belenggu dunia, macam mana itu?

Kalau hati itu belum bebas daripada lalai mengingati Allah setiap masa, macam mana ya?

Ya Rabb, bercakap lah lebih banyak dengan hambaMu ini.

Dan hambaMu ini pon kena lebih berusaha banyak untuk dekat denganMu ya Allah.

Ya Allah, permudahkanlah...

# الحرية والعدالة والكرامة والسلامة

# Jangan lupa doakan saudara seislam kita di Mesir, Palestin, Syria dan di seluruh pelusuk dunia. JOM ambil peduli hal ummah! ;)

مش عادي

Music blasting, shouting, dancing, tight jeans or a short dress,
Is this how you protest? Then I protest your protest!
For if it is I that you are inclined to help,
Then take the steps to correct yourself,
Do not take to the streets to feel good about yourself,
To who are you trying to bring rest, me or your conscience?
Because I haven’t tasted sleep.
What are you planning to give up for me,
Cuz honestly talk is cheap,
And you may suffer grief,
Because you have agents in your mosques,
or feel discriminated against at your jobs,
Maybe someone somewhere called you fob,
Or you get delayed for a few hours at an airport,
Before you get to board your flight,
But that type of a day would be the best day of my life,
I hope you never see a day where they touch your daughter or your wife,
Hope you never experience the sleeplessness of a man castrated,
Because he’s unable to protect his beloved and related,
When soldiers break into your door at any hour,
When most of the world knows your right, but most of the world has no power,
And you pray to the Lord through tears you can’t explain,
They call you ineloquent, but there are no words to explain your pain
And you wonder if you have sooo many brothers why do they all refrain,
Why are we not on the top of their agenda,
Why am I so easy to forget and so difficult to remember
Where is my helper, and where are my knights?
Send them to us, by day and by night,
This is our plight, hunger, fear and disease,
I am asking you please,
For your sake before mine,
Don’t you fear being questioned for your silence by the Divine.
I’m sorry to interrupt your daily unwind,
And bringing a glimpse of hell into your home,
but that hell and home is mine.

#Syria

By: Ammar AlShukry

After All This Time

I.....

am...

still...

socially...

awkward.