The Most beautiful heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.

The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly but full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.

In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people starred how could he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine . mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love .I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them ... and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.

The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.

It fit but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

Aku ingin cinta halal

Haram-haramkah aku
Bila hatiku jatuh cinta
Tuhan pegangi hatiku
Biar aku tak jadi melanggar
Aku cinta pada dirinya
Cinta pada pandang pertama
Sifat manusia ada padaku
Aku bukan Tuhan

Haram-haramkah aku
Bila aku terus menantinya
Biar waktu berakhir
Bumi dan langit berantakan

Aku tetap ingin dirinya
Tak mungkin aku berdusta
Hanya Tuhan yang bisa jadikan
Yang tak mungkin menjadi mungkin
Aku hanya ingin cinta yang halal
Di mata dunia juga akhirat

Biar aku sepi aku hampa aku basi
Tuhan sayang aku
Aku hanya ingin cinta yang halal
Dengan dia tentu atas ijinNya
Ketika cinta bertasbih
Tuhan beri aku cinta
Ku menanti cinta…

P/s: I have got this from my friend's note, Najiah and I like it, so I repost it in my blog for my own collection. Dont get me wrong ok, it just a general poem for everyone that going trough such situation :)

The Barber's story- Does God really exist?

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair and his beard cut as always. He started to have a good conversation with the barber who attended him. They talked about so many things on various subjects. Suddenly, they touched the subject of God. 

The barber said: "Look man, I don't believe that God exists as you say so."

"Why do you say that?" Asked the client

Well, it's so easy; you just have to go out in the street to realize that God does not exist. Oh, tell me, if God existed, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. "I can't think of a God who permits all of these things." The client stopped for a moment thinking but he didn't want to respond so as to prevent an argument.

The barber finished his job and the client went out of the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with a long hair and beard (it seems that it had been a long time since he had his cut and he looked so untidy). Then the client again entered the barbershop and he said to the barber: "know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How come they don't exist?" asked the barber. "Well I am here and I am a barber."

"No!" - The client exclaimed. "They don't exist because if they did there would be no people with long hair and beard like that man who walks in the street."

"Ah, barbers do exist, what happens is that people do not come to me."

"Exactly!" - Affirmed the client. "That's the point. God does exist, what happens is people don't go to Him and do not look for Him that's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."

Potrait of a friend

I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts,

Or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will

Search for answers.

I can't change your past with all its heartache and pain,

Nor the future with its untold stories.

But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can't keep your feet from stumbling.

I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;

Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;

I can only support you, encourage you,

And help you when you ask.

I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,

From your values, from me.

I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,

But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,

Room to be yourself.

I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,

But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces

And put them back in place.

I can't tell you who you are.

I can only love you and be your friend.

May Allah Make It Easy In Whatever We Do

Inshallah

The Pious Wife

The Marriage to her is one half of the deen,

The benefit Allah has put in her is yet to be seen. 

She wears her hijab for her Lord, to please and obey, 

She turns to Allah for salaah five times each day.
She prays in the night and makes sure to awake you, 

and sprinkles you with water if sleep should overtake you.

She protects her chastity with firmness because she does not desire, 

to displease Allah and end up in the tormenting fire.

She asks the people who know when matters need to be rectified, 

 She is not blinded by self righteousness and foolish pride.

She is humble and kind to her husband as Allah has commanded, 

Never leaving him alone, isolated, nor stranded.

She opens her mouth only to say what is best, 

Not questioning her husband when he makes a request.

She takes care of herself and never ceases to try,

To beautify herself so to please his eye.

She is a pleasure Allah has given to us in this life, 

Be thankful to Allaah alone for His blessing, THE PIOUS WIFE.

By: Daoud Feeney