real man

he's not a figured man. in early fifties he's still not fail to bring back some treats for teatime. well though we rarely finish it. when he's the one who' riding you back with motorbikes after school. who ride again to the grocery shop when the house runs out of eggs. in latest trend, buying few packs of vitagens or yakults, another litre of peel fresh orange drink. y'know a kind of considered like healthy treats for the girls. he's the one who fix the light bulb, change the color though we sisters differ in opinions. the one who always consider having holidays together during school breaks. and hey, with the seafood dinner once in awhile. just to feel home. well, i know you would always want the best for your kids, although it is always being misunderstood. do you remember when you were taking us to the zoo while mom was away for a course? well you did tried hard to entertain us when mom's not around. and i was only eleven maybe. or maybe when the last time we had phone conversations and lasts only few minutes. the kind of awkward silent when you're by my side, i just speak silently in my head. the time where you drive me throughout the highway, the kind of consoling words, i just know it's for my betterment. dad, it is always comforting just to see you pulling out jokes to cheer up the conditions. and by people doubting your actions, i believe that you are just standing up pride for your family. just so that your family feels that there's always someone they can rely on through the hard times. i just hope it's true, although you try to hide your disappointment. i know that.

nevermind, i feel you, dad. i'm always trying.
just so you know.








maka ya Allah, eratkanlah ikatan yang ada.

hottest fever

so the general election's coming. that everyone tends to stand for the truth that they claim it to be. everyone deserves to be true but for once, being vocal is another thing. looking into the two sides of government and opponent, you just get stuck in defining what lies behind all those things. trust me it's one of the hardest decisions ever in my life. or perhaps it comes every 5 years of election. one advice dad gave to us: keep it in low key or you'll find yourself obsessive with every single thing you believe. minus the rational minds that is more horrific. did your research, done with observing people, ask Allah for what's best and make wise choice.



dear Malaysians, make your wise choice for the nation.
as most importantly to the muslims, choose the one whom you'll see paving better path for the real practice of Islam (well the most convincing and eligible candidate regardless of party).






#brain still cannot digest the zionist influence & tactics over this election -.-

definition of love

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#rehlah#jaulah#reminders#sisters

togetherness

daie romantis?

slm,

just read an article on daie. deeming that most (not all) seem to just repeat what they've got from their naqibah. was taken aback by the critiques as it sounds a bit harsh. but then, when you sit back and think, it does has something with the way you are being defensive on what you believe. i'd rather say it hurts but it is like a wakeup call to us, daie. do not just merely vomit everything that you've got. here comes the part where synthesizing should take place. memang sangat sakit untuk dikatakan daie yang hanya share benda2 yang sweet, but not putting your own thinking on it. yes. we should admit that we have that victory back then, but hey this is reality. you need to do something. where knowledge comes first, i think that we all should be putting more thoughts along with the efforts of trying to show people the way back to Allah. 

that's the harm of popular thinking. people would just don't know how to internalise the ideology. 
hoping that this is written without emotions interfering in.

sangat menyakitkan bila kita tak sedar kita sebenarnya almost being a robot daie.