Here the swallow’s the other half (wife) is injured and the condition is fatal.
She was hit by a car as she swooped low across the road.
He brought her food and attended to her with love and compassion.
He brought her food again but was shocked to find her dead.
He tried to move her……a rarely-seen effort for swallows!
Aware that his sweetheart is dead and will never be with him again, sadness filled his eyes and sorrow felt in his spirit.
He stood beside her as his heart weeps for his only love .
Finally aware that she would never return to him, he
stood beside her body with untold pain and despair.
photographer sold these pictures for a nominal fee to the most famous newspaper in France .All copies of that
newspaper were sold out on the day these pictures were published.
“10 ml!” “15ml!”, “50ml!” “100ml!”
Bagus! tetapi saya sendiri tidak pasti berapa berat air ni kerana saya tidak menimbangnya. Ok bagaimana kalau saya memegang gelas ini selama seminit?
“Tiada apa-apa!” Murid menjawab
Kalau saya memegang selama setengah jam?
“Tangan lenguh!” Murid menjawab,
Ok adakah berat gelas ini berubah, bertambah berat misalnya?
“Tidak!” murid menjawab.
Ok bagaimana pula kalau saya memegang setengah hari?
“Tangan cikgu boleh kebas dan kena hantar ke hospital kerana lumpuh”, salah seorang murid menjawab diikuti dengan gelak ketawa satu kelas.
Guru tersenyum, “Bagus! Hmm bagaimana pula kalau saya pegang cawan ni satu hari? dua hari? seminggu? setahun?”
Murid-murid mula pening, gilo ker apo?
Ok kalau macam tu bagaimana nak mengelakkan saya dimasukkan ke hospital?
“Lepaskan sahaja gelas itu!”
Ya , itulah jawapan yang saya cari. Begitulah ibarat dengan masalah yang kita hadapi. Kita masih bertahan jika kita menanggung beban satu masalah itu dalam masa yang singkat tetapi kalau masalah itu dibawa ke satu masa yang lama, ia akan menjadi berat walau pun sebenarnya beratnya adalah sama.
Jadi setiap masalah yang kita hadapi tu janganlah dibawa, segala masalah hendaklah diselesaikan atau dilupakan selewat-lewatnya sebelum kita tidur supaya masalah itu tidak menghantui kita keesokan harinya. Jadi pada setiap pagi kita bangun otak kita jadi fresh dan bersedia menghadapi hari baru dengan lebih ceria dan penuh semangat.
Ini dapat mengelakkan stress dan kemurungan yang silap-silap boleh menyebabkan kita ke hospital sakit jiwa
“Lepaskan sahaja gelas itu!”
Alhamdulillah, my father had just undergone a surgery at his peritoneal cavity and currently, his condition is stable. Can’t wait to go back to Malaysia on Friday. :-p
This morning was so peaceful. I could hear no sound at all when I woke up. I slept from 7pm until about 7 am this morning. I was just too tired after not having enough sleep for 2 days. I did not sleep at all on the Saturday night and I had to play badminton on the evening, the 2 incidents that left my body so weak that I needed so much rest to recover. Being smashed on the head with a badminton racquet left my forehead bleeding and swelling. Gosh, so unlucky.
I personally think that one would experience losses throughout his life. I had experienced so many losses in my life. It can be in terms of friends, possessions, family and anything else. There is a story that I could still remember and I don’t reckon I could ever forget it.
” Hazman, are you ready for school? ” asked madam Habibah to his eldest son.
” Yes mum, are we going to leave now? ” replied Hazman
” Could you please come upstairs, there’s something I want you to have” Hazman’s mum told him.
Hazman looked at the clock hanging on the wall in front of him. It was 6.50 am. ” Hem, I don’t want to be late to school,” Hazman whispered to himself. Reluctantly, he went upstairs to meet his mother.
Hazman was so excited to go to his school that day. He would sleep at school for the first time ever in his life. Since it was to be his first experience of doing that, he was very eager to get to school early.
” Mama will not be seeing you tonight because you will be at school, and mama wants you to be very careful ok,” said madam Habibah to Hazman
” Yes, mama,” said Hazman.
” By the way, take this with you,” Mama passed something to Hazman. Hazman took it wondering what was the content of the box. Upon opening the box, Hazman just couldn’t believe his eyes.
It was Nokia 5110.
” Wow, mama, what’s this for? ” Hazman wondered why his mom gave a very expensive item to him
” I just want to call you tonight, hoping that you would be fine”, replied the loving mother. ” But, make sure you keep the phone well,” warned Mama
“Yes, no problemo,” said Hazman
That morning, Hazman was so happy with his new phone. He put the phone carefully into his bag and then when the driver arrived, he took his bag and went off to school.
The class had finished. The ustaz was gathering all the standard 4 students to brief them about their activities. Hazman got into the queue and listened to what the ustaz was saying.
” If anyone has any valuable items, could you please give them to me. We’ve had many things stolen in the past and I don’t want it to happen again,” said the ustaz in front all the students.
Being confident that he knew how to keep his phone, Hazman chose not to tell the ustaz.
Afterwards, Hazman and his friends went to their allocated dormitory and keep their bags there. They quickly left the room for their evening activities. Upon leaving the room, he saw someone who he did not know wondering around the area. Thinking that it might be someone who worked for the place, he ignored it
The boys were tired after the evening activity. Along with his friend, he walked to his room. Suddenly, he felt like calling his mother to tell her that he was fine. He took his bag for his phone
But his phone was nowhere to be found…………………………………………………..
Hazman searched his bag again, he took everything out from his bag, put them on the floor and looked carefully for his phone. He still couldn’t find it.
He was terribly afraid. He just had the phone in the morning and now it was gone. Hazman knew that he could do nothing. If he was to report it to the ustaz, he was too afraid of being scolded for keeping such an expensive item in the bag.
He was about to cry, but he decided not to.
He quickly ran to the prayer room. He took his ablution and performed the Solat hajat not knowing that it is not permissible to perform any prayer after the asr prayer.
He prayed that anyone who stole his phone would fall sick, suffer a very terrible death and then, would be burnt in the lowest hell of fire.
After the prayer, Hazman still felt terrible. He was so regret for not telling the ustaz about the phone. In his mind, he kept on thinking that if he was to give the phone to the ustaz, that surely wouldn’t happen.
Hazman stood up and walked out of the prayer room. He walked around the dormitory and decided to sit under a big tree alone. He looked around to relax himself. He saw his friends chatting to each other and laughing happily. He wanted to join them, but he just didn’t have the mood to do so.
He saw people walking around, cars passing by on the road outside the camping area and he looked at the canteen nearby. At the canteen, he saw someting
It was a public phone.
Hazman searched his pocket looking for any coins. He went to the phone, picked it up and started dialling.
He knew what awaits him once his mother answered the call………
I DEDICATE THIS STORY TO MY FRIEND HAZRUL ADZFAR WHO JUST LOST HIS LAPTOP AND HIS PHONE LAST THURSDAY
People used to say that if we were to live peacefully and in harmony, we have to be tolerant. Respect other people’s view, opinion and their stand. However, the characteristics mentioned are depleted or lost as people grow up. It’s natural for someone to have their own views on something as it is part of our process of growing and being matured. The problem is when we do not respect other people’s opinion and to make things worse we want people to follow what we think.
Allah creates this world in diversity. Everyone has its own unique characters not forgotten their weaknesses as well. This is what makes the world special and interesting. Everyone is a complement to each other. You complete me and my presence in your life make both our life more cheerful and full with happiness. Maybe there will be some misunderstanding between the two people but that is life. That is when we learn to accept others. Respecting their thoughts and ideas.
Just imagine, someone ask you to do something and you know you may not be able to do that. WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Some people can easily reject your request but not to others. There are people in this world who find it difficult to say NO to other people’s hope. Just like myself. I do not know why, but saying the magic word “NO” seems very difficult to me. To say NO, you need to have the courage which I seem not to have it. And because of that, there are people whom I hurt due to this incapability.
May Allah bless and guides me to the way which He thinks is the best for me. Ya Muqalliba al qulub, tsabbit qulubi ala dinika wa ala taatika. Amin
Jerry is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, “If I were any better, I would be twins!” He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant.
The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?” Jerry replied, “Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.
I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.
“Yeah, right, it’s not that easy,” I protested. “Yes, it is,” Jerry said. “Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It’s your choice how you live life.”
I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gun point by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.
I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, “If I were any better, I’d be twins. Wanna see my scars?” I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. “The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door,” Jerry replied. “Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or I could choose to die. I chose to live.”
“Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?” I asked. Jerry continued, “…the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read ‘he’s a dead man.’
I knew I needed to take action.” ” What did you do?” I asked. “Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,” said Jerry. “She asked if I was allergic to anything. ‘Yes,’ I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Bullets!’ Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.'”
Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.
Positive thinking the the first step towards a happy life.
Attitude is everything
If everyone applies just these, the whole world will live in happiness.
“Tom, could you please ask the bus driver to wait for me, I have something to do. I promise you I won’t be late.” Hazman said to Tom
” Sure mate, there will be 2 buses and I’ll make sure one will wait for you,” replied Tom.
Hazman was relieved to hear the assurance from Tom. He knew that he could rely on his friend for that. Hazman looked at his watch and it was 4.45. The bus was scheduled to leave at 5pm. That gave him 15 minutes to do the obligation. He hurried towards Ferdaus and Hilfi.
” Fer, Hilfi, I’ve told someone that we might be a bit late and asked him to tell the bus driver to wait for us,” Hazman informed both of them.
” Let’s just perform the Maghrib prayer or else we might miss it, explained Hilfi.
The three of them quickly went to the prayer room. They had no time to delay. There were two options for them to choose from. The first was to pray and have the risk of missing the bus or to board the bus and they might miss the prayer. They decided to take the first option.
Hazman took the sajdah and prepared it for the prayer. Hilfi went to the front to lead the prayer. Hazman and Fer stayed at the back as the ma’mum. The loud takbir of “Allahuakbar” was heard and the prayer started.
The maghrib prayer was not long. As an Imam, Hilfi knew the situation and he recited short surahs for that. Within 7 minutes, the prayer was over. They quickly ran to catch the bus.
Under the rain, the 3 friends ran towards the main gate to catch the bus. At one moment, one of them almost fell to the ground as it was slippery due to the wet condition. Ferdaus kept on forcing the other two to run faster.
The view of the main gate became more obvious as they approached it. The three friends looked at their watches and the time was 4.56pm. They knew that one of the buses must be waiting for them. They could hear the sound of engines opposite to the entrance.
But as they reached the main gate, there was no vehicle to be seen………..
I still could not recall how could I choose this topic for my SSC ( Student Selected Component) project. Until this moment, I did not find any relation between police and medicine. Yes, both are provided by the government for the sake of the people ( one can argue that there are private hospitals but there isn’t any private police force), but for god sake, is that the only relation? Or, I might not know how the two link to each other due to my ignorance or lack of knowledge? I prefer to choose the later two options. Yes, it is due to my insufficient reading about my chosen career.
Tomorrow, I will be going to Wakefield Police Station at 8.15 am for my 1st term SSC. I think I will have to wake up early tomorrow or else I will miss the bus. Let us see, what I am going to face tomorrow and I really think it’s gonna be VERY fun. 😀
P/s: How would the SSC be if it was to be conducted in Malaysia? Medicine and PDRM? That sure doesn’t sound nice.
What will you do when you know that you will be going back to your country? The answer would be to go shopping. Yuuuhhhuuu.
I called home yesterday, and during the conversation I asked my family if they would want anything from the UK. These are the list of what they want:
Mom: Breaking Dawn Novel
Dad: Apple and orange juice ( how am I going to carry these on the flight)
This afternoon, I went shopping for the stuff. I managed to buy my mother’s novel and Hazwan’s perfume.
Alhamdulillah, as I was browsing the internet while trying to relax my mind after a very heavy revision, I came across this fact:
A study by researchers at Brigham Young University in Provo in the American state of Utah found that:
“Students who habitually go to bed late and sleep late the next day have lower grade point averages (GPAs) than students with early-to-bed and early-to-rise sleeping habits. The later students slept in the morning, the lower their grades tended to be. Out of all the factors studied, weekday and weekend wakeup times had the strongest association with students’ GPAs. Each hour over the average that students slept in on weekdays was associated with a 0.13-point drop on the GPA (0.0-4.0 scale).”
Source: Journal of American College Health 2000; 49: 125-130
I was not really surprised to know that because in Islam, we are taught to wake up early to perform our fajr prayer. I know that during this winter season, we tend to oversleep, but the reality is, as a muslim it is not an excuse for us to delay our compulsory prayer.
Prophet Mohammed also tells us that fajr salat along with isha is particularly rich in blessings:
“If people only knew what blessings are in the fajr and isha prayers, they would come to them, even if they had to crawl.” (Bukhari and Muslim)
Picture 1: Performing fajr prayer at Mount Sinai Source: http://photography.nationalgeographic.co.uk/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFiles/Photography/Images/POD/m/mount-sinai-prayer-1203325-sw.jpg
So, the question is what would be the reward for performing the prayer? Now, let us look at this hadith:
Prophet Mohammed also said:
“To perform the dawn prayer, [fajr], in congregation is like keeping vigil throughout the night.” (Muslim).
InsyaAllah this will be a very strong reminder to me not to skip the Fajr prayer at Leeds Grand Mosque. It’s a shame for a young, healthy person like me not to attend the congregation prayer.
P/s: Missing the qunut recitation during the jamaah prayer at the mosque. Will experience that in 2 weeks time. 😀
P/s2: Admiring akh Faizal (Pejai) and Izuan (Jue) who always attend the prayer.