Sinful crown

On wed evening while waiting for the babes, i got so uncomfortable talking to friend. Wat an odd conversation we had, an I as usual, the one who couldnt take any compromises on the words of Allah, couldnt disagree less with this very confused friend.

says I: hah! u iron / straighten ur hair every morning? omg! so leceh!

says friend: yeah (in ‘duh’ tone)

says I: how long do u take?

says friend: not long wat. but i just missed out this spot at the back of my head this morning. aiyah! nmpk tak!? must cover it. (trying to do smthg impossible with her hair)

says I: (in disbelief) feels tt friend is soooo vain and oes not see the objective of strightening hair every morning before school. such a waste of ime.

says friend: wats so surprising!? Its just the same like how u have to choose a hijab every morning. How you have to choos one tt matches ur top. different day different color. then need to iron also wat!

says I: (utter shock inside!) i’ll just pt on a black hijab if i duno wat to wear. its quite simple.

end of conversation. but if I wasnt thinking of patience is part of iman, i ‘d have snapped back this way:

says I: putting on a hijab every morning and straightening ur hair every morning is 2 VERY DIFFERENT THINGS! To begin with, the intentions are different. I wear the  hijab every day as part of my religion. To obey the Almighty and play my part as a Muslimah. The hijab I wear is to protect me from sins. it is a practice I do to obtain Allah’s love.

On the other end, straightening ur hair every morning is exactly the opposite of my intentions. Plus ur coloured hair doesnt help in obtaining Allah’s  love in the very least coz even tho u pray, its not accepted, all because of that bit of dye u have on ur head! Be honest with urself, u’re just being bloody vain! Of course I’d spend a bit of my time in the morning to do a bit of good in Allah’s way. But never would I imagine wasting my time to strighten my hair every morning when it doesnt give me any benefit. In fact, it would only add up to my sins.

 

So yeah. Watch your words my friend. Think before u speak. You’ve got your intentions wrong. And I intend to make you realize.

 

Khudakhafiz. Ramadhan ki. 

All i gotta say

I am not an affectionate person. That ,anyone would agree with me. I am not like those who would freely express their love through hugs and kisses just about anywhere and anytime. In fact, Im very selfish with praises and flattering comments but when I do, I really really mean it. I need Affection 101 or a crash course to let the people around me know that I love them truly. -*******

I think im very similar to*******, except tt shes  times more prettier than me and she has a boyfriend.

khudakhafiz

MERE KHWABON MEIN JO AAYE

Therre is a girl, who dreamt of a fairytale. Since young, she imagined her lif eto be filled with happiness and sweetness. She was blessed in her younger years. She had everything anyone else  would have wanted. Loving parents, nice clothes, pretty hair, intelligence, humour, wealth and just about everything. It was a life she would have called close to perfect.

She never did stop from dreaming for she was convinced that of her dreams would turn into reality.

Then one day, she dreamt of the one dream that all girls would dream of at one point of her life.

She dreamt of her prince charming. Who would come and fill her days with flowers and present to her the gift of love that she saw everyone around her was presented with.

She waited for a while, maybe prince charming was on his way.She waited a little while more, maybe he got lost on his way to her. She waited a longer while, …………………………………………….and she is still waiting.

Every other girl she knows has seen love except for herself. She wishes to see it and carry it in her heart wherever she goes.   But she is not sure, who will bring love to her. She has stopped dreaming since this dream for she is still waiting for it to happen.

The biggest dream of her life, she wishes that Allah shall not fail her. He is her only hope.

 

khudakhafiz

danela

kumbang rayu bunga

Nice song:))) Just discovered this after all this yrs of watching Anakku Sazali. An evergreen classic by Almarhum Tan Sri P. Ramlee.
still cant figure out how to put a media player up on this blog…someone help!!!?

DANELA

Saat Terakhir

Got Modern Indonesian Literature Exam tmrw.

Its too late to blog now.

Was feeling broken yesterday.

Had a poem in mind this evening.

But now Im blank, fearing for tmrw’s paper

Please increase my knowledge and grant me understanding.

Goodnight, Allah.

Protect me always.

khudakhafiz,

DANELA

annisa…

And tell the believing women to lower their gaze (from looking at forbidden things), and protect their private parts (from illegal sexual acts) and not to show off their adornment except only that which is apparent (like both eyes for necessity to see the way, or outer palms of hands or one eye or dress like veil, gloves, head-cover, apron, etc.), and to draw their veils all over Juyubihinna (i.e. their bodies, faces, necks and bosoms) and not to reveal their adornment except to their husbands, or their fathers, or their husband’s fathers, or their sons, or their husband’s sons, or their brothers or their brother’s sons, or their sister’s sons, or their (Muslim) women (i.e. their sisters in Islam), or the (female) slaves whom their right hands possess, or old male servants who lack vigour, or small children who have no sense of feminine sex. And let them not stamp their feet so as to reveal what they hide of their adornment. And all of you beg Allah to forgive you all, O believers, that you may be successful. 
(  سورة النور  , An-Noor, Chapter #24, Verse #31)

 

To all my dear ukhtis who have been in the denial like I have been in the past. This is not merely a hadith, it is stated in the Quran.

I have been talking to many of my girlfriends and all of them seem to have this misconception that it is not stated in the Quran that women are to veil themselves of their adornments. Ya An-nisa, some of you may find this a strong point to avoid wearing the hijab. Please do not blind yourselves any longer. Our lifespan is decreasing while our sins are mounting. This is one of the simpler ways of reducing your sins, so do grab this opportunity. I am saying this as I have been bestowed the Hidayah frm Allah Almighty. I was one of those who denied this hukum and continued to be blinded by the sins. Astaghfirlah. But alhamdulillah, the light has guided me, and I do hope that my fellow freinds who have yet seen the way find solace in the verse above.

A hadith may not be the word of Allah, but nevertheless, we are not more intelligent than the Imams and Ulamas. I hope, you dont pretend to know more than you do. Dont present a dalil for the sake of justification. We know, we are not as knowledgeable as the para sahabat and wives of the prophet.(PEACE BE UPON THEM)

Ukhtis, I have also felt the pleasure of being unveiled…to adorn and accessorize ourselves for the pleasure of beauty. Even as I don the hijab now, I myself feel at times, the temptations to uncover myself. And Im sure many of our sisters in hijab feel the same way, but always remember girls, if ur niat is strong, Allah will show you the way. Insyallah. He has shown me and hopefully, shall continue to show me everytime I feel the temptation. Insyallah.

khudakhafiz,

DANELA

Missing In Life

This video never fail to remind me of my weakness. The solah is a 5 minute procedure that we have to perform. And yet, I can’t even fufill it everyday. I cant even afford 25minutes of every day i live to pay for the COUNTLESS minutes Allah has given me. I feel so weak and ungrateful. Loking at the pictures in this video, I cant help to think of how mauch I have done in my life to ensure that I pray 5 times a day. People all over the world prostrate to Allah at every nook and crook of the world. And here I am, even with all the comfort and convenience around me, I still cannot offer my prayers. Alas, every corner of the world is owned by HIM. So who am I running away from?

They’re right, I have NO excuse to miss my prayers. I have nothing to pay for it in akhirat aniwae. And I dont want to rot in hell.

Rabbana athina fid dunniya hasanah
Wafil akhirati hasanah
Wakinah azabannar.

DANELA

DANELA WHO?

Finally got sometime off work after all those hectic essay writing days! finally! Kyun ki raat hamesha nahin hote. aur subha baar baar aajate hai.

I was blog hopping just now. Found really honest blogs that dont mean much but really expresses some inner thoughts and feelings. But mostly, the bloposts just ramble on superficial issues. I dont really get it, why would anyone want to post on celebrities’ lives, materialistic wishes and models who only look good on cover photos. None of it is real and it certainly is not thought provoking. I think,  at least if they had given their unbias review of those superficial subjects, probably it would have at least meant something.

To this girl ‘Sha’(not her real name) , whom I read her blog here at wordpress,

Girl, I dont want to know how amazed you are by the good looks of models in the entertainment industry, I know they’re beyond good looks. And I really dont give a shit cos its all fake and superficial. I bet you know that already too. Its not that I mind ppl posting on celebs, its really great that they’re up to date on current entertainment issues. But come on, give ur piece, ur very honest piece of mind on the subject u’re writing on. That would have meant a lot more to readers like myself, who clearly have issues with you you you!

Probably its my fault tho, knowing you. Sorry I even visited ur blog. If you ever came across my blog, hope you’d leave it with a new conscience. Or at least, I hope i’d pricked your heart even for a micro inch, at the very core.  Even though you wouldn’t have the slightestt idea that Iam the writer.

 

khudakhafiz

 

 

tiada ungkapan MUNDUR buat kali kedua

When the rain falls. tonight

The wind howls a fantasy

The beauty of the night is stolen

By the mere droplets that trickles

on the window sill

When the rain falls. tonight

A pressing mind calms

A ton full of worries is lifted

the memories of happiness illuminates

Carving a smile on a troubled expression

When the rain falls. tonight

Entertaining a heart full of desires

Painting a future full of colours

Injecting hope in a moment of failure

When the rain falls. tonight

A single petal drops to the ground

A  foolish dream lingers in a mind

As true as the rain, and

as fake as the silence during a downpour

When the rain falls. tonight

While bodies press on their comfy beds,

A lonely figure  ponders through the night

while string words that dont seem to flow

figuring equations that dont mean more than just numbers

Enjoying the company of the rain

that never fails to entertain a restless mind

When the rain falls. tonight

and I hear the puddles splashing hope as the cars go by,

when the rain drops on my window sill sings

a miraculous melody

while the smell of wet grass and fresh soil

lighten my sorrows

I am contented, but I wish the rain would soak me

in His embrace

and shower on me

His droplets of luck                      -danela

A poem I wrote when I was 17. which means just 2 years ago. while studying for Alevels. Istill remember the smell of wet grass that night, and the sound of splatter when the cars splash through the puddles. So fresh and clear.

How I wish, I had every night after that as I had spent that night.

Decided to post this up here so that it wouldn’t just rot in my notebook. And oh, my backbone hurts a ton from sitting here facing my laptop trying to accomplish this postcolonial asgt. Insyallah, I will am granted the strength.

DANELA

Sasteraku Sasteramu

Wow! Aku baru sadar, ternyata mempelajari bidang sastera itu nggak segampang yang aku antisipasikan. Walaupun aku bisa merasakan denyutan sastera itu berdentum dalam degapan jantungku. Namun itu saja tidak cukup untuk menjamin keputusan kepujian yang aku harapkan dari kursus (BA)Sastera yang sedang aku dalami. Ternyata para sasterawan dari nusantara ini bukan calang0calang nya dan mereka sama sekali tidak boleh diperlekehkan sedikit pun dibanding sasterawan Inggeris.

Waktu aku mendalami English Literatue dua tahun yg lalu, aku sangat yakin bidang itu adalah inspirasi ku.

It became the rhythm of my nights which synthesized beautifully to become my favourite tune.

That was how I fell in love with Literature. And how Literature became my breath.

Dan waktu itu juga aku ingin memberi kesempatan kepada Sastera keranaaku yakin nilainya sangat tinggi . Setinngi nilai Sastera Inggeris. Dan sekarang, aku malah tersepit antara ketakjuban buat sastera Inggeris dan Melayu. Semoga aku akan bisa menyebarkan sastera tak kira dalam apa bentuk sekalipun, di masa hadapan, ketika aku sudah menjadi seorang pendidik generasi selepasku.

Insyallah.

Danela