Happiness is.....

Let me help you find your balloon. ;-)

Message in a bottle

Just a story people would like to hear..

It's romantic..really..

like a movie..

(just so u know,yes..i am a hopeless romantic addict..huhu)

BRITISH man Richard Morwood discovered his girlfriend was the same girl whose message in a bottle he answered 30 years ago, The Sun reported today.

Mandy English was just 13 when she hurled the note requesting a pen pal into the sea during a 1979 school visit to Scotland.

Two years later, Morwood - then just six years old - spotted the glass bottle on the beach and sent a reply by postcard.

English never wrote back, but while sorting through keepsakes last week, she found the 1981 card and realised its sender had the same name as Morwood, her boyfriend since June.

She asked Morwood, 36, of Hull in northern England, if he remembered the message in the bottle - and it suddenly dawned on them that they had "met" before.

"It was amazing. I then realised he was the little lad who sent me that lovely postcard all those years ago. I was so shocked I nearly passed out. It's crazy that it was Richard who wrote to me," said English, now a 44-year-old mother of three.

Morwood added, "When Mandy asked if I remembered sending a postcard, I said I had a vague recollection of finding the message, then my mum coaxing me into writing back. I couldn't believe it when Mandy told me she was the one who had put the message in the bottle. It's bizarre."


Read more: http://www.news.com.au/world/british-man-discovers-30-year-old-link-to-girlfriend/story-e6frfkyi-1226002656151#ixzz1DVy7dDzp


me:
isn't it sweet and really movie-like???

Bila agaknya??

Entri kali ini aku amil dr isuhangat..bila baca ni mesti korang terpikir jugak,bila agaknya aku boleh jadik mcm tu??huuhuu

Tahukah saudara semenjak Nabi Adam terkeluar dari syurga akibat tipu daya iblis, beliau menangis selama 300 tahun. Nabi Adam tidak mengangkat kepalanya ke langit kerana terlampau malu kepada Allah swt.

Beliau sujud di atas gunung selama seratus tahun. Kemudian menangis lagi sehingga air matanya mengalir di jurang Serantip. Dari air mata Nabi Adam itu Allah tumbuhkan pohon kayu manis dan pokok cengkih. Beberapa ekor burung telah meminum air mata beliau. Burung itu berkata, "Sedap sungguh air ini."

Nabi Adam terdengar kata-kata burung tersebut. Beliau menyangka burung itu sengaja mengejeknya kerana perbuatan derhakanya kepada Allah. Ini membuatkan Nabi Adam semakin hebat menangis. Akhirnya Allah telah menyampaikan wahyu yang bermaksud, "Hai Adam, sesungguhnya aku belum pernah menciptakan air minum yang lebih lazat dan hebat dari air mata taubatmu itu."

Wallahualam..

15MALAYSIA

salam n hi all..

disebabkan kebanyakan blog yg aku follow sume cite psl 15malaysia ni, so aku pun pegila search..sbb sgt lapang (konon!! padahal projek berlambak)..aku pun tengok la se, 2, 3, 4, dll cite dlm nya...

pendapat aku??Kagum!aku kagum..diorang berani sentuh isu sensitif..walaupun ada sesetengah pihak membangkang, tp itulah realitinya..susah sgt ke nak terima??even cerita pasal Halal pun org cina buat(ada satu blog ckp cite ni tah pape) tp aku rs bgs sbb aku rs cerita ni mengajar bangsa lain supaya berhati2 kalau nak menjamu org Islam..lg pun sekarang kalau kita tengok, waktu hr krismas ke, tahun br cina ke, gawai ke, diorang akan jemput org melayu n siap cakap yg tukang masak n peralatan semua dari org melayu..kan ke bgs mcm tu..itu br la hidup bermasyarakat..

selain tu,ada yg menyentuh hati mcm cite house tu..simple je cite tu tp syahdu la tengok..xboleh nk gmbrkan simbolik nya rumah yg budak tu buat kena hentam ngan member dia..sian..pastu, ada yg aku xdpt tgkap lg mesej tersembunyi..n Namewee pun berlakon jugak..kmpius aku..dulu mamat ni bikin kecoh Malaysia je..aku ingatkan dh kena ban dr malaysia..heheh..cite chocolate pulak isu org cina..kalau aku di tempat org cina pun, mmg apa yg mak budak laki encem (serius aku suka kah hoe..especially selepas tengok talentime..bagila dia berlakon lg..huhu) tu cakap mmg betol..dh bnyk isu ni di timbulkan..tp maseh camtu jugak..

pendapat aku la, short story mcm ni lg senang nk smpaikan mesej..mcm iklan..kalau panjang2 sgt, org xtengok dah..aku rs, ramai la yg boleh menggantikan arwah yasmin ahmad dlm menghasilkan iklan2 yg bez..

kesimpulannya, aku rs apa yg 15malaysia ni paparkan mmg la menunjukkan rakyat malaysia..aku nak tengok cite namron buat..xhabes dlod lg..aku suka mamat ni sbb cerita die direct..mcm Gadoh..aku suka cite tu..well, mungkin ada yg rs racist or watever, tp situasi mcm tu mmg betol2 berlaku..rakyat Malaysia je yg xboleh nk terima hakikat..mungkin malu sbb realiti hidup di filemkan???ape2 aje laaa...itu realiti laaa..lg real dr reality show..huhu...

aku : suka muzik latar!lagi 2 hari nak balik..Selamat hr raya semua..maafkan daku! -peace-

(-_-)

Warkah terakhir

aku baru lepas tengok cerita warkah teraher,rosli dhobi..xhabs tengok lg..br smpai episod 6.ada lg 2 episod..xsanggup pulak nk tengok smpai habis..
mula2 aku tengok sbb cerita ni dlm bhs srwk..hehe..semangat la sikit ditambah dgn gelagat org melaya bercakap semenanjung..kelakar pulak tengok..
tp serius cerita ni mmg menyentuh hati (bg aku la sbb aku kan suka tengok cerita dgn penuh penghayatan)..byg kan dlm usia 17 tahun tu,rosli dhobi dah buat satu pengorbanan yg sgt besar..
aku ni??dh 22 taun,tp aku xnmpk lg pengorbanan aku..part plg sedih waktu rosli dhobi bg ucapan kat kwn2 dia..sedih nya..
sekarang aku rs x wujud lg kot lelaki mcm rosli dhobi dlm zmn sekarang..dia bijak,berani,yakin,pandai agama,hensem dan yg sewaktu dgn nya..banyak lagi la kualiti lain..tu la sbb ajal dia sampai awal kot,takut ramai pulak pempuan berebut kat dia nnt..huhu
lagi sedih waktu dia mintak maaf dr bapak die..pastu hari dia nk pegi membunuh tu,dia mcm tinggalkan pesan ngan sume org rumah die..mcm tau2 je yg die xkan balik lg (walaupun ahli rukun 13 bgtau yg dia xkan dihukum bunoh sbb x cukup umur lg nak dikenakan tindakan undang2..secara lojiknya,xperlu la dia sedih2 kan..tp,dia mcm tau2 je nasib dia tu)..sedihnyee..isyy..xboleh tahan laaa...
aku rekomen kan tengok la cite ni..sempena hari kemerdekaan ni, tengok la cerita patriotik sikit..huhu

p/s: dr dokumentari hr tu,aku dgr gufren rosli dhobi mmg xkawen2 sampai tua..mmg betol la die janji ngan nyawa..setia nyaaa...

Letter to my brother

This is another story that touch many hearts....

Dear Patrick,

I was then an only child
who had everything I could ever want. But even a pretty,
spoiled and rich kid could get lonely once in a while
so when Mom told me that she was pregnant,
I was ecstatic.

I imagined how wonderful you would be
and how we'd always be together
and how much you would look like me.
So, when you were born, I looked at your tiny hands and feet
and marveled at how beautiful you were.
We took you home and I showed you proudly to my friends.
They would touch you and sometimes pinch you,
but you never reacted.
When you were five months old,
some things began to bother Mom.
You seemed so unmoving and numb,
and your cry sounded odd -- almost like a kitten's.

So we brought you to many doctors.
The thirteenth doctor who looked at you quietly said
you have the "cry du chat" (pronounced kree-do-sha) syndrome,
'cry of the cat' in French.
When I asked what that meant,
he looked at me with pity and softly said,
"Your brother will never walk nor talk."
The doctor told us that it is a condition
that afflicts one in 50,000 babies,
rendering victims severely retarded.
Mom was shocked and I was furious.
I thought it was unfair. When we went home,
Mom took you in her armsand cried.
I looked at you and realized that word will get around
that you're not normal.
So to hold on to my popularity,
I did the unthinkable ... I disowned you.
Mom and Dad didn't know but
I steeled myself not to love you as you grew.

Mom and Dad showered you with love
and attention and that made me bitter.
And as the years passed,
that bitterness turned to anger, and then hate.
Mom never gave up on you.
She knew she had to do it for your sake.
Every time she put your toys down,
you'd roll instead of crawl.
I watched her heart break every time she took away your toys
and strapped your tummy with foam so you couldn't roll.
You'd struggle and you'd cry in that pitiful way,
the cry of the kitten. But she still didn't give up.
And then one day,
you defied what all your doctors said -- you crawled.
When Mom saw this, she knew that you would eventually walk.
So when you were still crawling at age four,
she'd put you on the grass with only your diapers
on knowing that you hate the feel of the grass your skin.
Then she'd leave you there.
I would sometimes watch from the window
and smile at your discomfort.
You would crawl to the sidewalk and Mom would put you back.
Again and again, Mom repeated this on the lawn.
Until one day,
Mom saw you pull yourself up and toddle off the grass
as fast as your little legs could carry you.
Laughing and crying, she shouted for Dad and I to come.
Dad hugged you crying openly.
I watched from my bedroom window this heartbreaking scene.
Over the years, Mom taught you to speak, read and write.
From then on, I would sometimes see you walk outside,
smell the flowers, marvel at the birds, or just smile at no one.
I began to see the beauty of the world around me,
the simplicity of life and the wonders of this world,
through your eyes.
It was then that I realized that you were my brother
and no matter how much I tried to hate you, I couldn't,
because I had grown to love you.
During the next few days,
we again became acquainted with each other.
I would buy you toys and give you all the love that
a sister could ever give to her brother.
And you would reward me by smiling and hugging me.

But I guess, you were never really meant for us.
On your tenth birthday, you felt severe headaches.
The doctor's diagnosis -- leukemia.Mom gasped and Dad held her,
while I fought hard to keep my tears from falling.
At that moment, I loved you all the more.
I couldn't even bear to leave your side.
Then the doctors told us that your only hope was
to have a bonemarrow transplant.
You became the subject of a nationwide donor search.
When at last we found the right match, you were too sick,
and the doctor reluctantly ruled out the operations.
Since then, you underwent chemotherapy and radiation.

Even at the end, you continued to pursue life.
Just a month before you died,
you made me draw up a list of things you wanted to do
when you got out of the hospital.
Two days after the list was completed,
you asked the doctors to send you home.
There, we ate ice cream and cake, run across the grass,
flew kites, went fishing, took pictures of one another
and let the balloons fly.

I remember the last conversation that we had.
You said that if you die, and if I need of help,
I could send you a note to heaven
by tying it on the string any a balloon and letting it fly.
When you said this, I started crying. Then you hugged me.
Then again, for the last time, you got sick.
That last night, you asked for water,
a back rub, a cuddle.
Finally, you went into seizure with tears streaming down your face.
Later, at the hospital,
you struggled to talk but the words wouldn't come..
I know what you wanted to say.
"I hear you," I whispered.
And for the last time, I said,
"I'll always love you and I will never forget you.
Don't be afraid. You'll soon be with God in heaven."

Then, with my tears flowing freely,
I watched the bravest boy
that I had ever known finally stop breathing.
Dad, Mom and I cried until
I felt as if there were no more tears left.
Patrick was finally gone, leaving us behind.

From then on, you were my source of inspiration.
You showed me how to love life and live life to the fullest.
With your simplicity and honesty,
you showed me a world full of love and caring.
And you made me realize
that the most important thing in this life is
to continue loving without asking
why or how and without setting any limit.
Thank you, my little brother, for all these.

Your Sister

The little girl who dared to wish

As Amy Hagadorn rounded the corner across the hall from her classroom, she collided with a tall boy from the fifth grade running in the opposite direction. "Watch it, Squirt," the boy yelled, as he dodged around the little third grader. Then, with a smirk on his face, the boy took hold of his right leg and mimicked the way Amy limped when she walked.
Amy closed her eyes for a moment.
Ignore him, she told herself as she headed for her classroom. But at the end of the day, Amy was still thinking about the tall boy's mean teasing. It wasn't as if he were the only one. It seemed that ever since Amy started the third grade, someone teased her every single day. Kids teased her about her speech or her limping. Amy was tired of it. Sometimes, even in a classroom full of other students, the teasing made her feel all alone.
Back home at the dinner table that evening Amy was quiet. Her mother knew that things were not going well at school. That's why Patti Hagadorn was happy to have some exciting news to share with her daughter.
"There's a Christmas Wish Contest on the radio station," Amy's mom announced. "Write a letter to Santa and you might win a prize. I think someone at this table with blond curly hair should enter."
Amy giggled. The contest sounded like fun. She started thinking about what she wanted most for Christmas.
A smile took hold of Amy when the idea first came to her. Out came pencil and paper and Amy went to work on her letter. "Dear Santa Claus," she began.
While Amy worked away at her best printing, the rest of the family tried to guess what she might ask from Santa. Amy's sister, Jamie, and Amy's mom both thought a 3-foot Barbie Doll would top Amy's wish list. Amy's dad guessed a picture book. But Amy wasn't ready to reveal her secret Christmas wish just then. Here is Amy's letter to Santa, just as she wrote it that night:

Dear Santa Claus,
My name is Amy. I am 9 years old. I have a problem at school. Can you help me, Santa? Kids laugh at me because of the way I walk and run and talk. I have cerebral palsy. I just want one day where no one laughs at me or makes fun of me.
Love, Amy

At radio station WJLT in Fort Wayne, Indiana, letters poured in for the Christmas Wish Contest. The workers had fun reading about all the different presents that boys and girls from across the city wanted for Christmas.
When Amy's letter arrived at the radio station, manager Lee Tobin read it carefully. He knew cerebral palsy was a muscle disorder that might confuse the schoolmates of Amy who didn't understand her disability. He thought it would be good for the people in Fort Wayne to hear about this special third grader and her unusual wish. Mr. Tobin called up the local newspaper.
The next day, a picture of Amy and her letter to Santa made the front page of The News Sentinel. The story spread quickly. All across the country, newspapers and radio and television stations reported the story of the little girl in Fort Wayne, Indiana, who asked for such a simple, yet remarkable, Christmas gift-- just one day without teasing.
Suddenly the postman was a regular at the Hagadorn house. Envelopes of all sizes addressed to Amy arrived daily from children and adults all across the nation. They came filled with holiday greetings and words of encouragement. During that unforgettable Christmas season, over two thousand people from all over the world sent Amy letters of friendship and support. Amy and her family read every single one. Some of the writers had disabilities; some had been teased as children. Each writer had a special message for Amy. Through the cards and letters from strangers, Amy glimpsed a world full of people who truly cared about each other. She realized that no amount or form of teasing could ever make her feel lonely again.
Many people thanked Amy for being brave enough to speak up. Others encouraged her to ignore teasing and to carry her head high. Lynn, a sixth grader from Texas, sent this message:
"I would like to be your friend," she wrote, "and if you want to visit me, we could have fun. No one would make fun of us, cause, if they do, we will not even hear them."
Amy did get her wish of a special day without teasing at South Wayne Elementary School. Additionally, everyone at school got an added bonus. Teachers and students talked together about how bad teasing can make others feel.
That year, the Fort Wayne mayor officially proclaimed December 21st as Amy Jo Hagadorn Day throughout the city. The mayor explained that by daring to make such a simple wish, Amy taught a universal lesson.
"Everyone," said the mayor, "wants and deserves to be treated with respect, dignity and warmth."

by Alan D. Shultz from Chicken Soup for the Kid's Soul Copyright 1998 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Patty Hansen and Irene Dunlap

girlfriend to wife

Me : b4 this i post about boyfriend to husband..now, it's girlfriend to wife..hehe

Dear Tech Support:
Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0. I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of space and valuable resources. In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system activity. Applications such as Poker Night 10.3, Football 5.0, Hunting and Fishing 7.5, and Racing 3.6 no longer run, crashing the system whenever selected.

I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my favorite applications. I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0, but the uninstall doesn't work on Wife 1.0. Please help!

Thanks,
A Troubled User.
______________________________________
REPLY:
Dear Troubled User:
This is a very common problem that men complain bout. Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program. Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING!!! It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to Girlfriend 7.0. It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed.

You cannot go back to Girlfriend 7.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed to not allow this. Look in your Wife 1.0 manual under Warnings-Alimony-Child Support. I recommend that you keep Wife1.0 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the background application ?Yes Dear? to alleviate software augmentation.

The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway. Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Wife 1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean and Sweep 3.0, Cook It 1.5 and Do Bills 4.2. However, be very careful how you use these programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the program Nag, Nag 9.5. Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend Flowers 2.1 and Diamonds 5.0! WARNING!!! DO NOT, under any circumstances, install Secretary With Short Skirt 3.3. This application is not supported by Wife 1.0 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system.

Best of luck,
Tech Support

Mata ayah..

This is one of my all time favourite stories..
Selamat Hari Bapa!

This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game.This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to.

But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior. All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game, but remained a bench warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him.

When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roste because he always puts his heart and soul into every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games.

This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in the game.It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big play off game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on Saturday.

Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon."Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today," said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said."You can go in."

Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown.

The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you've never heard! Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?"

He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!

me : my dad is a hero..missing him badly..recently,there's a lot of malay drama that touch my heart that make me realise how long have i havent see him..i'm afraid one day i might not remember how he looks like..hope they're doing great up there..i know they are..pray with me!

THE BRICK

About ten years ago, a young and very successful executive named Josh was traveling down a Chicago neighborhood street. He was going a bit too fast in his sleek, black, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE, which was only two months old.

He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no child darted out, but a brick sailed out and - WHUMP! - it smashed Into the Jag's shiny black side door! SCREECH..!!!! Brakes slammed! Gears ground into reverse, and tires madly spun the Jaguar back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a parked car. He shouted at the kid, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?!" Building up a head of steam, he went on. "That's my new Jag, that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of money. Why did you throw it?"

"Please, mister, please. . . I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!" Pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop!" Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed around the parked car. "It's my brother, mister," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the young executive tried desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. Straining, he lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be OK. He then watched the younger brother push him down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE -a long and slow walk. Josh never did fix the side door of his Jaguar. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at him to get his attention. . . Some bricks are softer than others. Feel for the bricks of life coming at to you. For all the negative things we have to say to ourselves, God has positive answers.

THE WINDOW

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should hehave all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - and that thought now controlled his life.

Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence--deathly silence.

The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away--no words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

Moral of the story:

The pursuit of happiness is a matter of choice...it is a positive attitude we consciously choose to express. It is not a gift that gets delivered to our doorstep each morning, nor does it come through the window. And I am certain that our circumstances are just a small part of what makes us joyful. If we wait for them to get just right, we will never find lasting joy.

The pursuit of happiness is an inward journey. Our minds are like programs, awaiting the code that will determine behaviors; like bank vaults awaiting our deposits. If we regularly deposit positive, encouraging, and uplifting thoughts, if we continue to bite our lips just before we begin to grumble and complain, if we shoot down that seemingly harmless negative thought as it germinates, we will find that there is much to rejoice about.

Is this love??scary!!!

TO MAKE sure that she was well and truly dead, a Hong Kong man went into a stabbing frenzy, slashing his ex-girlfriend in the face up to 50 times.
Leung Pak Ming, 26, said he plunged his 30cm jungle knife repeatedly into 19-year-old Wilma Li Yui-yi's lower jaw.
Then he stabbed her in the chest about 10 times before cutting off her head.
When police asked why he needed to do all that, he replied: 'I wanted to make sure that she was dead.'
Details of his gruesome murder on 7Mar last year were heard before a seven-member jury in the Hong Kong Court of First Instance on Thursday, the second day of the hearing, reported Hong Kong papers.
His statement to two police officers on the day of the killing was recorded on video and was played back in court on Thursday.
Miss Li was a management student and a part-time lifeguard and swimming coach. She got to know Leung in March 2007 while she was attached to a recreation club where he worked.

Moved in together
Two months after they started dating, she moved in with Leung, reported Apple Daily.
But their relationship became strained towards the later part of their nine months together.
On 20 Feb last year, Leung decided to break up with her after arguments over her frequent SMSes to her male friends. She moved out of his home.
But he changed his mind the following day and tried to win her back, sending her countless SMSes and calling her many times. His calls went straight to her phone's voice-mail box.
Leung, who appeared indifferent during the proceedings, cried when the prosecutor read out his SMSes, reported Apple Daily.
When Leung realised his efforts to win her back were in vain, he tried to claim HK$12,000 ($2,300) from her for expenses incurred while she lived with him.
He later claimed that he used this as an excuse to see her again, reported Ming Pao.
Depressed, Leung bought two knives and slashed his wrist at about 2am on 25Feb last year.
Despite bleeding profusely, he survived.
His mother found him in a pool of blood at noon and rushed him to hospital.
He was discharged on 3Mar and managed to meet up with Miss Li, when she urged him not to take his own life.

Asked for money
Two days later, he tried again to claim money from her and was confronted by her family members.
He sent her an SMS to apologise and asked her to recall the good times they had together. But he got no reply.
Leung then recalled Miss Li telling him that she would rather he kill another person than himself.
He told the court that was when he thought of killing Miss Li. He spent HK$536 on two more knives.
On 7Mar, Leung, whose arm was still bandaged after his self-inflicted wounds, went to Miss Li's home at 9.45am.
He barged in when she opened the door at 10.50am. She repeatedly told him that she was seeing someone else.
He recounted in the video recording: 'She said 'sorry' and 'don't' and then admitted she had another boyfriend but didn't tell me because she didn't want to hurt me.'
But he told her: 'You won't have another boyfriend.'
When she turned her back to him, Leung whipped out a knife from his bag, grabbed her and held the knife to her neck.
A terrified Miss Li pleaded with him to forgive her.
But he ignored her and stabbed her with his various knives before severing her head.
He wanted to kill himself by jumping from her flat but stopped himself when he recalled Miss Li telling him that he would upset his mother if he committed suicide.
At 11.10am, he called the police and told them he had just killed his girlfriend.
Leung, 26, is pleading manslaughter but the prosecution wants him convicted of murder.

Father reunited with daughter he believed dead for 27 years

A father was reunited with the daughter he thought died 27 years ago after tracking her down through Google.

Dirk Pratt's mother-in-law told him that Francesca had died from a mosquito bite on a visit to Ecuador.

The toddler had been on a supposedly short trip with her mother.

But she never returned, instead growing up in Latin American with her mother's family.

Just six weeks ago after watching the Angelina Jolie movie 'Wanted', Mr Pratt said he was inspired to search his own name on the Internet.

And he was amazed to find a 2007 message from his daughter, which read: 'I am trying to contact Dirk Pratt. I am his daughter.'

After the two swapped message it emerged that Francesca, 30, had been told her father, from Seattle, Washington had died in a diving accident.

'Losing my daughter was one of the most devastating things that I have ever gone through in my entire life," Dirk told Good Morning America.

'I had a hard 27 years as I never did get over it.

'I knew in my heart that that was my daughter, that she was alive and that she was looking for me.

'I am actually still in shock and total amazement over the first phone call we had together.

'Like my daughter I feel like I am in a dream, that I am dreaming, and I just do not want to wake up.

'It has been totally amazing and I have not quite fully recovered form our first conversation.

'In the last 20 years I never imagined I would be sitting next to my daughter now as a full grown woman and get to see how beautiful she is.

'I knew immediately who she was when she got off the plane.

'I went to security and told them my story and I was very surprised that they let me through without a ticket.

'I was right at the plane when she walked off, I was the first thing she saw.

'Francesca has forgiven, me I am not so forgiving.

'I do not have a hatred or anger like I used to for all of these years, but I can't forgive because I missed 27-years of watching my daughter grow and doing the things a father wants to do.

Francesca began looking for her father after her family in Latin America finally told her the truth about her life.

'Inside of me I was always thinking that he was alive,' Francesca told Good Morning America.

'I am so happy to see him again, I can't explain how I am feeling now. I am so happy because I can say to him "I love you daddy."

Francesca had some more good news for her father. She is pregnant with a baby girl.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/...ing-Google.html

Kisah Cinta

Toshinobu Kubota yang biasanya dipanggil Shinji terpaksa meninggalkan keluarganya utk mencari kehidupan yang lebih baik di Amerika. “Di sini keadaannya amat sukar. Kau adalaah harapan kami” kata si ayah sambil memeluk anak lelakinya itu sambil mengucapkan selamat tinggal.

Shinji menaiki kapal Atlantik yang menawarkan pengangkutan percuma kepada para pemuda yang mahu bekerja sebagai buruh penyodok arang batu sebagai imbalan kos pelayaran selama sebulan. Kalau Shinji menemui emas di pergunungan Colorado, keluarganya akan menyusul. Berbulan lamanya Shinji mengerjakan tanahnya tanpa kenal lelah. Emas yang tidak besar memberinya penghasilan yang tidak seberapa tetapi teratur.

Setiap hari ketika pulang ke pondoknya, Shinji sangat teringin disambut oleh Asaka Matsutoya, gadis yang diam-diam diminatinya di kampung. Sepanjang ingatannya keluarga mereka sudah lama saling mengenali dan sepanjang itulah dia menyimpan hasrat untuk memperisterikan Asaka. Senyumnya yang menawan membuatnya menjadi puteri keluarga Yoshinori Matsutoya yang paling cantik.

Setiap malam sebelum tidur di kabinnya, Shinji ingin sekali membelai rambut ikal panjang Asaka yang perang kemerah-merahan itu. Akhirnya dia mengirim surat kepada ayahandanya untuk merealisasikan impiannya itu. Kira-kira setahun kemudian, sebuah telegram datang membawa berita. Yoshinori Matsutoya akan mengirimkan puterinya kepada Shinji di Amerika.

Anak perempuannya itu akan bekerjasama dengan Shinji dan membantunya mengembangkan bisnes perlombongan emas. Diharapkan selepas setahun, keluarga masing-masing akan mampu datang ke Amerika untuk menghadiri majlis pernikahan mereka. Hati Shinji sangat bahagia. Dia menghabiskan satu bulan berikutnya untuk mengubahsuai pondoknya menjadi tempat tinggal yang lebih sempurna.

Dia membeli katil sederhana untuk tempat tidurnya di ruang tamu dan menata kamar tidurnya agar sesuai untuk seorang wanita. Langsir dari bekas karung guni diganti dengan kain bermotif bunga dari bekas karung gandum. Di meja sisi tempat tidur, dia meletakkan pasu berisi bunga-bunga kering yang dipetiknya di padang rumput.

Akhirnya, hari yang dinanti telah kunjung tiba. Dengan membawa seikat bunga daisi segar yang baru dipetiknya, di pergi ke stesen keretapi. Asap mengepul dan roda-roda berderit ketika keretapi mendekat lalu berhenti. Shinji melihat setiap jendela, mencari senyum dan rambut ikal Asaka. Jantungnya berdebar kencang penuh harapan sebelum tersentak kemudiannya. Bukan Asaaka, tetapi Yumi Matsutoya, kakaknya yang turun dari keretapi.

Gadis itu berdiri malu-malu di depannya, matanya menunduk. Shinji hanya mampu memandang terpana. Kemudian dengan tangan gementar dihulurkan jambangan bunga itu kepada Yumi. “Selamat datang” katanya perlahan-lahan sambil matanya menatap nanar. Senyum tipis menghiasi wajah Yumi yang tidak cantik.

“Aku senang ketika ayah mengatakan kau ingin aku datang ke sini” kata Yumi.

“Ayuh! Aku akan membawa begmu” kata Shinji dengan senyum terpaksa, bersama-sama mereka menuju kereta kuda.

Sementara Shinji bekerja di lombong, Yumi mencatat semua kegiatan di lombong. Dalam tempoh enam bulan, aset mereka telah meningkat sekali ganda. Masakannya yang lazat dan senyumannya yang tenang menghiasi pondok itu dengan sentuhan ajaib seorang wanita.

“Tetapi bukan wanita ini yang aku inginkan” keluh Shinji di dalam hati, setiap malam sebelum tidur dengan seribu rasa susah hati di ruang tamu.

Setahun lamanya Shinji dan Yumi bekerja, bermain dan tertawa bersama, tetapi tidak pernah ada ungkapan cinta. Pernah sekali Yumi mencium pipi Shinji sebelum masuk ke kamarnya. Pria itu hanya tersenyum canggung. Sejak itu, kelihatannya Yumi hanya mampu berpuas hati dengan jalan-jalan berdua menjelajahi pergunungan atau sekadar berbual di beranda setelah makan malam.

Pada suatu petang di musim bunga, hujan deras menyirami punggung bukit, membuat jalan masuk ke lombong mereka ditenggelami air. Shinji mengisi karung-karung pasir untuk dijadikan benteng. Badannya basah kuyup tetapi usahanya sia-sia. Tiba-tiba Yumi muncul di sampingnya, memegang karung guni yang terbuka. Shinji mencedok dan memasukkan pasir ke dalamnya, kemudian dengan tenaga sekuat lelaki, Yumi melemparkan karung itu ke tepi lalu membuka karung yang lain.

Berjam-jam bekerja dengan kaki terbenam lumpur setinggi lutut, sampai hujan reda. Dengan berpegangan tangan mereka berjalan pulang ke pondok. Sambil menikmati sup panas, Shinji berterima kasih kepada Yumi. “Aku takkan dapat menyelamatkan lombong itu tanpamu”

“Sama-sama” gadis itu menjawab sambil tersenyum tenang seperti biasa, lalu tanpa berkata-kata dia masuk ke kamarnya.

Beberapa hari kemudian, Shinji menerima sepucuk surat yang menyatakan keluarga Matsuyo dan keluarga Kubota akan tiba minggu berikutnya. Meskipun berusaha keras menyembunyikannya, namun jantung Shinji kembali berdebar-debar seperti dahulu kerana akan bertemu lagi dengan Asaka. Ketika Asaka muncul di hujung platformnya, Yumi menoleh kepada Shinji. “Sambutlah dia” katanya. Shinji berasa kaget, “Apa maksudmu?”

“Shinji, sudah lama aku tahu bahawa aku bukan puteri Matsutoya yang kau inginkan. Aku memperhatikan bagaimana kau bercanda dengan Asaka pada pesta bunga nan lalu.”katanya. Dia mengangguk ke arah adiknya yang sedang menuruni tangga kereta. “Aku tahu bahawa dia bukan aku, yang kau inginkan menjadi isterimu..”

“Tapi…” Yumi meletakkan jarinya pada bibir Shinji.
“Syy..” bisiknya “Aku mencintaimu Shinji. Aku selalu mencintaimu. Kerana itu, yang kuinginkan hanya melihatmu bahagia. Sambutlah adikku,” Shinji mengambil tangan Yumi dari wajahnya dan menggenggamnya. Ketika Yumi mendongakkan mukanya, utk pertama kalinya Shinji melihat betapa cantiknya gadis itu.

Dia ingat ketika mereka berjalan-jalan di padang rumput, ingat malam-malam tenang yang mereka nikmati di depan unggun api, ingat ketika Yumi membantunya mengisi karung-karung pasir. Ketika itulah dia menyedari, apa yang sebenarnya selama berbulan-bulan tidak disedarinya.

“Tidak, Yumi. Dikaulah yang kuinginkan”

Shinji merengkuh gadis itu ke dalam pelukannya dan mengucup dahinya dengan cinta yang tiba-tiba membara di dalam dadanya. Keluarga mereka berkerumun dan berseru, “Kami datang untuk menghadiri pernikahan kalian!” Cinta sejati tidak akan berakhir dengan penamat yang menggembirakan kerana cinta yang tulus dan suci itu sesungguhnya tidak akan pernah berakhir.

P/s : don't judge a book by its cover..we nvr really know what lies ahead us..
love with ur heart..not with ur eyes only...kadang2 Allah dtgkan yg lebih baik untuk kita tanpa kta sedari..jgn setelah kehilangan baru mencari...

Real life Shrek

Maurice Tillet ( 1903 - August 4, 1954 ) was a professional wrestler in the early years of the entertainment-sport. Born in France, he was highly intelligent and could speak 14 languages. He was also a keen poet and was hoping to get into the acting business.



In his twenties, he developed acromegaly, a rare disease that causes bones to grow wildly and uncontrollably. Soon his whole body was disfigured as a result. This led to much pain for Tillet as this gentle man was being called names, berated and forced to flee the place he loved so much.

Seeking a new identity to fit his chronic disfigurement, Tillet fled to America where he made a living on his appearance by becoming a professional wrestler, and was dubbed as the "freak ogre of the ring". His villain persona ("the French Angel") was an instant success with the crowds. Perhaps the highlight of his career was on August 1, 1944, when The French Angel defeated Steve "Crusher" Casey for the American Wrestling Association World championship.



He soon became a recluse, although a few people did manage to befriend Tillet, including the businessman Patrick Kelly, whose home in Braintree, Massachusetts Tillet would often visit. There the pair would often play chess together.

Tillet died in 1954 from heart disease at age 51. Bobby Managain, who as Bobby Managoff was a wrestling champ, asked Tillet on his death bed if he could make a plaster cast of his face. Tillet agreed, and Bobby made three masks of his face. Once of which was given to Milo Steinborn, while two ended up with Patrick Kelly. Steinborn donated this mask to the York Barbell Museum years ago. One of the masks sat on Kelly's office desks for years, the other he donated to the International Wrestling Museum in Iowa.

Paranormal Anecdote
A story exists that, in 1980, 25 years after Tillet's death, Patrick Kelly installed a computerized chess machine which he frequently played against, next to Tillet's mask. One morning, Kelly played against the computer. That morning, the computer deviated from its set program and used a different style of play, including the French 18th Century Opening chess move. On further inspection, Kelly observed that the computer wasn't even plugged in. This supposedly happened on numerous occasions, but only as long as Tillet's mask was nearby. Kelly claims that he had engineers X-ray and check both the mask and the computer, but that nothing unusual was found.

One 'Death Mask' of Maurice Tillet currently resides at the USA Weightlifting Hall of Fame inside the York Barbell Building in York, Pennsylvania. It is on display in the strongman/wrestling section that serves to provide a glimpse into the origins of modern competitive weightlifting and powerlifting.

Balang mayonis dan dua cawan kopi

Di dalam sebuah kelas falsafah, seorang profesor berdiri di hadapan dewan kuliah, meja di hadapannya terdapat beberapa barangan. Tanpa sepatah perkataan, kelas bermula dengan beliau mengambil sebuah balang mayonis yang besar dan mengisinya dengan bola golf.

Dia kemudian bertanya kepada para pelajarnya, adakah balang tersebut penuh, dan pelajarnya menjawab “ya!”. Profesor kemudian mengambil sekotak batu kerikil halus dan menuangkannya ke dalam balang yang telah dipenuhi bola golf tadi, lantas menggoncang balang tersebut dengan lembut. Bebatu kerikil mengisi ruangan kosong di antara bola-bola golf. Sekali lagi dia bertanya akan pelajarnya sama ada balang tersebut telah penuh, pelajarnya lantas menjawab “ya…”

Tanpa menjelaskan apa-apa kepada pelajarnya, profesor tersebut lantas mengambil pula sebuah kotak yang berisi pasir dan menuangkannya ke dalam balang tersebut.

Pasir yang dituang mengisi ruangan di antara batu kelikir dan bola golf. Seperti tadi dia bertanya lagi kepada para pelajarnya sama ada balang tersebut telah penuh. Dalam keadaan yang penuh persoalan, rata-rata pelajarnya menjawab “Ya..”

Sejurus selepas itu, profesor itu kemudiannya mengeluarkan dua cawan kopi dari bawah mejanya dan menuangkan kedua-duanya ke dalam balang yang telah sedia ada diisi batu golf, batu kerikil dan pasir tersebut. Air kopi mengisi ruangan yang terdapat di antara pasir. Para pelajar mula ketawa dan tersenyum meihat tindakan profesor tersebut.

“Sekarang…” profesor mula bersuara apabila riuh rendah dan gelak ketawa pelajarnya berkurangan. “Saya mahu anda semua menganggap balang ini sebagai kehidupan anda…
Bola-bola golf mewakili perkara penting - Tuhan, keluarga anda, anak-anak, kesihatan anda, kawan-kawan dan semangat anda - Jika anda kehilangan segalanya dan hanya perkara penting ini yang masih anda ada, hidup anda masih penuh. Batu kerikil halus ini pula mewakili perkara-perkara lain seperti kerja anda, rumah atau kereta anda, manakala pasir pula mewakili perkara-perkara lain, yakni perkara-perkara kecil.”

“Jika anda memasukkan pasir ke dalam balang dahulu…” “… anda tidak akan mempunya ruang untuk batu kerikil dan bola golf. Ini sama juga seperti kehidupan anda. Jika anda menghabiskan masa dan tenaga untuk perkara-perkara kecil, anda tidak akan mempunyai ruang untuk perkara yang sebenarnya lebih penting untuk diri anda.” “Ambil perhatian untuk perkara yang kritikal untuk kebahagiaan anda.Luangkan masa gembira untuk anak-anak. Sentiasa melakukan pemeriksaan kesihatan, bawa pasangan anda untuk makan malam, yang pasti, anda akan masih ada masa untuk membersihkan rumah atau urusan lain. Sila ambil berat akan bola golf dahulu - iaitu perkara yang benar-benar penting. Tetapkan keutamaan. Perkara lain cumalah pasir…”

Salah seorang pelajarnya mengangkat tangan dan bertanya apakah pula yang diwakili oleh air kopi. Profesor tersebut tersenyum. “Saya gembira ada yang bertanya. Ianya menunjukkan bahawa tidak kira bagaimana penuh pun kehidupan anda, akan sentiasa ada ruang untuk secawan dua kopi bersama rakan-rakan…”

Renungan untuk semua. Apabila kehidupan anda seakan terlalu penuh dan nampak sukar untuk diuruskan, apabila 24 jam sehari seperti tidak mencukupi, ingatlah kisah “Balang Mayonis dan 2 cawan kopi ini… “

Unconditional Love

Lesson in Unconditional Love
by Brenda

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile".
The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reaction.I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway.....so, I thought, this would be a piece of cake (literally).
Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonalds, one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special play time with our son.We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.
I did not move an inch...an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell...and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling"...his beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.
He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally deficient and the blue eyed gentle man was his salvation.
I held my tears......as I stood there with them.The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford (to sit in the restaurant and warm up they had to buy something...they just wanted to be warm).
Then I really felt it...the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me...judging my every action.
I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot.
I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you". I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you...God is here working through me to give you hope". I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son.
When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me honey....to give me hope". We held hands for a moment and at that time we knew that only because of the Grace were we able to give .....
That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.
I returned to college, on the last evening of class,with this story in hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it....then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?" I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.
She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings (part of God) share this need to heal.
In my own way I had touched the people at McDonalds, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.
I Graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn....unconditional acceptance......after all....we are here to learn!

Qunut Nazilah untuk membantu saudara seagama di Palestin

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DEFINISI QUNUT NAZILAH
Qunut secara istilahnya adalah seperti yang dikatakan oleh Al-Hafidh Ibnu Hajar Al-Asqalani rahimahullah: "Suatu doa di dalam shalat pada tempat yang khusus dalam keadaan berdiri." (Fathul Bari 2/490.) Dan Nazilah artinya malapetaka atau musibah yang turun menimpa kaum muslimin dalam bentuk gempa, banjir, peperangan, penganiayaan dan sebagainya.
HUKUM QUNUT NAZILAH
Qunut nazilah adalah suatu hal yang disyariatkan dan amat disunnahkan ketika terjadi musibah dan kezaliman. Sunnah qunut nazilah ini merupakan pendapat para ulama dari madzhab Hanafiyyah, Malikiyyah, Syafi'iyyah, Hanbaliyyah dan lain-lainnya.
Imam Syafi'i rahimahullah berkata: "Apabila turun musibah kepada kaum muslimin disyariatkan membaca qunut nazilah pada seluruh shalat wajib." (Syarhus Sunnah karya Al-Baghawi 2/279).
Imam Ahmad bin Hanbal rahimahullah berkata: "Apabila turun bencana kepada kaum muslimin, hendaknya imam melakukan qunut dan diaminkan oleh orang yang dibelakangnya." (Al-Mughni 1/450).
Syaikhul Islam Ibnu Taimiyyah rahimahullah berkata: "Di kalangan ulama ada tiga pendapat tentang qunut. Yang paling benar dari tiga pendapat tersebut, qunut disunnahkan ketika ada keperluan.،¨ (Taudhih Al-Ahkam).
Pendapat-pendapat diatas tentunya berlandaskan hadis-hadis yang sahih mutawatir seperti hadits Anas bin Malik radhiallahu 'anhu riwayat Bukhari-Muslim yang menjelaskan pelaksanaan qunut nazilah oleh Rasulullahu saw selama sebulan pada peristiwa pembunuhan 60 shahabat penghafal Al-Quran, juga hadis Abu Hurairah Radhiallahu 'anhu riwayat Bukhari-Muslim.
LAMANYA QUNUT NAZILAH
Dalam hadis Anas bin Malik riwayat Bukhari-Muslim, juga hadis Ibnu Abbas riwayat Abu Dawud dengan sanad hasan dan lain-lainnya, menunjukkan bahwa Nabi shallallahu 'alahi wasallam pada peristiwa pembunuhan 60 sahabat penghafal Al-Quran, baginda berqunut selama sebulan. Namun hal ini tidaklah menunjukkan bahwa pelaksanaan qunut nazilah hanya terbatas selama sebulan, kerana dalam hadis Abi Hurairah radhiallahu 'anhu riwayat Bukhari-Muslim, juga hadis Baro bin Azib, Hifaf bin Ima' riwayat Muslim serta hadis Anas bin Malik riwayat Ibnu Khuzaimah dan hadis-hadis lainnya menjelaskan dalam bentuk umum dan tidak menunjukkan batasan sebulan. Maka dapat dibuat kesimpulan bahwa qunut nazilah tetap dilaksanakan sampai musibah dan kezaliman tersebut diangkat dari kaum muslimin. Dan ini merupakan fatwa dari Syaikh Abdul Muhsin Al Abbad hafidzohullah.
WAKTU QUNUT NAZILAH
Dari hadis-hadis yang menjelaskan tentang qunut nazilah dapat diambil kesimpulan bahwa petunjuk Nabi shallallahu `alaihi wa sallam dalam pelaksanaan qunut, iaitu beliau melakukan qunut nazilah pada seluruh shalat-shalat wajib dan beliau lebih mengutamakan pelaksanaannya pada shalat Maghrib dan Subuh. Akan tetapi beliau tidak melakukan qunut setiap hari pada seluruh shalat lima waktu sekaligus. Ini merupakan fatwa dari Syaikhul Islam Ibnu Taimiyyah rahimahullah. Qunut nazilah dapat dilaksanakan sebelum ruku' atau setelah ruku' di dalam sholat tersebut. Akan tetapi pelaksanaannya setelah ruku' lebih banyak dilakukan oleh Rasulullah shallallahu `alaihi wa sallam. Dua cara ini dicontohkan oleh Rasullah shallallahu `alaihi wa sallam dalam hadis-hadis beliau yang mulia
PERINGATAN!!!
1. Lafaz qunut di atas bukan dari Nabi shallallahu `alaihi wa sallam. Oleh kerana itu, tidak ada keterkaitan dengannya apalagi menganggapnya sebagai doa yang disunnahkan. Dan bagi orang yang mampu menyusun doa dalam bahasa arab yang sesuai dengan keadaan musibah, tidak ada larangan baginya untuk berdoa dengannya.
2. Boleh mengulang potongan kalimat dari doa di atas beberapa kali.
Apakah Ada Syariat Mengusap Muka setelah Qunut Pendapat jumhur ulama tidak ada mengusap muka setelah berdoa qunut. Imam Al-Baihaqy (dari ulama Syafi'iyyah) dalam As-Sunan Al-Kubra 2/212 mengatakan: Adapun mengusap muka dengan kedua tangan ketika selesai dari doa, saya tidak mengetahui hal tersebut dari salah seorang ulama salaf pun yang melakukannya dalam doa qunut
Bolehkan Qunut Dilakukan dalam Shalat Sendirian?Sepanjang penelitian, belum ditemui adanya nash dari Nabi shallallahu `alaihi wa sallam dan para shahabatnya yang menunjukkan pelaksanaan qunut dalam shalat sendirian. Mungkin disebabkan hal ini Ibnu Qudamah dalam Al-Mughni 1/450 menegaskan: "Tidak ada pelaksanaan qunut secara individu". Dan ini juga merupakan fatwa dari Syaikh Abdul Muhsin Al-Abbad hafidzohullah. Hukum ini juga berlaku pada kaum wanita, tidak melakukan qunut kecuali pada sholat jamaah.
Apakah Disyariatkannya Mengaminkan Doa Qunut bagi Makmum Disyariatkannya mengaminkan doa qunut berdasarkan hadis Rasullah shallallahu `alaihi wa sallam yang diriwayatkan Abu Daud (lihat Al-Irwa' 2/163). Dan hal ini ditegaskan oleh Ibnu Qudamah dalam Al-Mughni 1/449: "Apabila imam melakukan qunut hendaknya diaminkan oleh orang yang di belakang imam (makmum) dan tidak dikeetahui ada perbezaan pendapat (dikalangan para 'ulama) dalam masalah ini." Akan tetapi perlu diingat bahwa pengaminan diucapkan pada lafaz-lafaz doa, bukan pada lafaz pujian. Ini merupakan pendapat Imam Ahmad dan dibenarkan oleh Imam Khirqy serta An-Nawawi.(Suaalat Abi Daud hal. 67 dan Al-Majmu' 3/481). Dan hendaknya imam berdoa dengan lafaz umum (bukan untuk pribadinya) sehingga makmum ketika mengaminkannya juga mengambil andil dari doa tersebut, sebagaimana yang ditegaskan oleh Syaikhul Islam Ibnu Taimiyyah, Al Hafizh Ibnu Hajar, Syekh Ibn Al Utsaimin dan lain-lainnya. Mudah-mudahan apa disampaikan ini bermanfaat bagi kaum muslimin yang mencintai keadilan dan kebenaran serta dapat dilaksanakan bagi mereka yang menjunjung prinsip kebenaran sebagai bentuk keperihatinan kepada mereka yang dizalimi dan ditindas tanpa ada bukti.

cerita lawak...

Di sebuah kg ada 3 org remaja yg suka lepak. Sorang tu nama dia Ali, sorang tu Budin dan sorang lagi Ciko. Aktiviti seharian depa ni menybbkan tok imam tak senang duduk. Padd satu hari tok imam tu datang dengan niat nak tarbiyah depa ni.
Maka berlakulah beberapa insiden cabar-mencabar. Tok imam tu cabar si mangkuk 3 ekor tu ke surau waktu Maghrib nanti.
Si Ali pun berkata, "Tok imam ingat kami ni jahil sangat ke? Takpa, nanti kami buktikan yg kami bukan la jahil sangat seperti yang disangkakan" .
Maka apabila hampir masuk waktu Maghrib pegilah malaun 3 ekor tu ke surau.
Tok imam pun suruh Ali azan. Tanpa berlengah terus je Ali azan, "Allah Ta'ala... Allah Ta'ala...". Dengan segera tok imam merampas mikrofon daripada Ali dan menyuruh Tok Bilal azan semula. Terselah kejahilan Ali.
Selepas iqamat, masa nak sembahyang tok imam pun mengangkat takbiratul ihram. Tok imam pun satu hal, angkat sekali tak khusyuk, angkat 2 kali pun tak khusyuk jugak lagi...
Masuk je kali ketiga, Budin panggil tok imam. "Tok,tok duduk kat belakang, biar saya jadi imam." Tok imam pun undur le ke belakang.
Budin pun angkat le takbiratul ihram. "Allahu akbar!" Maka para makmum pun ikut angkat takbiratul ihram & memulakan solat. Tiba-tiba je si Budin ni pusing ke belakang dan berkata, "Aaa, tengok! Sekali jee tokkkk!!" Lalu batallah solat Budin. Yg lain-lain pun ikut berenti sambil ketawa terbahak-bahak.
Tok imam pun mintak pulak si Ciko jadi imam. Si Ciko pun terus ke depan jadi imam solat tersebut bermula dari takbir sampai le habis sembahyang. Siap dg wirid-wiridnya sekali. Punyalah respek tok imam kat si Ciko niii...
Lepas solat, tok imam pun puji-memuji leee si Ciko ni... Tapi dgn bongkaknye si Ciko berkata,
"He hee, itu belum ambil wuduk lagi tu.Kalau tak, lagi dassat aku semayang. He heee..."
Tok imam pun terkedu & terpana...

SAND n STONE

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE."

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After the friend recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE."

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?"

The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."