CATATAN BUAT INSAN YANG DIPANGGIL IBU

Tribute to all mother...


Ya Allah...sungguh aku ingin sekali melihat Ibuku tersenyum dan tertawa bahagia, kerana diriku....
karena...........???

Ketika ia mengandungkanku...ia menangis..
Ketika ia kesakitan melahirkanku...ia menangis...

Ketika ia lega setelah aku lahir ke dunia...ia menangis...
Ketika aku boleh berkata-kata, berjalan, dan mulai nakal...ia menangis...

Ketika aku jatuh dari basikal dan mulai kesekolah...ia menangis...
Ketika aku remaja dan mulai membantah perintahnya...ia menangis...

Ketika aku akan belajar dikota...ia menangis...
Ketika aku menanti dikonvo dan bekerja...ia menangis...

Ketika aku nanti menikah dan punya anak...ia menangis...
Jika Allah "menjemputku" terlebih dahulu...ia menangis..

Saat apa pun dalam kehidupanku...ibuku selalu menangis...
Duhai ibu...dengan cara apa aku boleh mendapatkan senyumanmu yang
lebih indah dari senyum bidadari surga...?

Sekarang baru aku mengerti kenapa Rasulullah menyebut IBU 3 kali baru di sebut BAPA dalam satu dari sabdanya menyenai ketaatan kepada ibu bapa.

ibn shafiee

How to Dance in the Rain

I wish to share something interesting here today...

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.

He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.

The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.

As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.

He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?'

He smiled as he patted my hand and said,

'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,

'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'

True love is neither physical, nor romantic.

True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message. This one I thought I could share with you.

The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.

I hope you share this with someone you care about. I just did.

'Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain'

What had happened...

It has been more than a week since I last posted here... Not because I'm busy, but more because I'm getting tired reading all politics news in the net and local dailies... to the extend that I'm don't even have the heart to log in...

Honestly, I don't even know who or what to believe and getting tired with all politicians... you're more concerned about your own ass than most citizen that still struggling to adjust to the new lifestyle...

Please do something about it...