Let Me Tell You that I'm Proud

You have glanced at me in criticism
Wondering what has caused me wearing what I wear
However weird it is to you
Let me tell you than I’m proud

Have you not said before
That diin is not about garment
But about what’s in the heart
And the belief one holds on to


But what is such belief, do tell me
When it is clearly stated about the hijaab
You turn away and ignore it
As if it’s never been said and written?

You look down on my covering
Thinking that it is a sign of fanaticism
A covering of weakness
But allow me to say that I’m proud

You give yourself up to people’s admiration
Thinking that you are a free soul
But alas, you in fact are in chain
Allow people to choose for you

I may not be pretty
Or even looked gloomy to your taste
But I’m happy of choosing what I’ve chosen
So let me tell you that I’m proud

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Look for Your Heart in Three Places

اُطْلُبْ قَلْبَكَ فِيْ ثَلاَثِ مَوَاطِنَ:

عِنْدَ سَمَاعِ اْلقُرْآنِ، وَفِيْ مَجَالِسِ الذِّكْرِ، وَفِيْ أَوْقَاتِ اْلخُلْوَةِ

فَإِنْ لَمْ تَجِدْ فِيْ هَذِهِ اْلمَوَاطِنَ

فَسَلِ اللهَ أَنْ يَمُنَّ عَلَيْكَ بِقَلْبٍ، فَإِنَّهُ لاَ قَلْبَ لَكَ

Look for your heart in three places: when listening to the Qur’an,
When sitting in the gathering of knowledge
and when in privacy. If you cannot find it in these places, then ask Allah to bless you with a heart, for indeed you have no heart.”

Taken from the work of Ibnu Qayyim al-Jauziyyah - may Allah have mercy on him

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Antara Ilmu dan Harta

تَعْلَمُ مَا الرَّزَيَّةُ فَقَدَ مَالٍ
وَلاَ شَاةَ تَمُوْتُ وَلاَ بَعِيْرَ
وَلَكِنَّ الرَّزِيَّةَ فَقَدَ حُرٍّ
يَمُوْتُ بِمَوْتِهِ بَشَرٌ كَثِيْرٌ

Tahukah engkau musibah karena hilangnya harta
tidak ada kambing dan unta yang mati karenanya
Akan tetapi kematian seseorang yang berjasa
menyebabkan kematian banyak manusia

**Sumber: Mukhtasar Miftah Daarus Sa’adah (Kunci Kebahagiaan) oleh Ibnu Qayyim, Penerbit Pustaka Akbar, hal. 143, 2004.

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Tak Hanya Sisa

Setidaknya ada masanya

Merangkum, meski tak semua

Bukan hitam atau putih

Meski juga bukan abu-abu

Sungguh tak berbentuk ia

Namun nyata di denyut nadi…

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B R E A T H

From those around, I hear a Cry,
An awful soft a hopeless sigh
I hear the footstep leaving slow,
And then I know my soul must fly….

A chilly wind begins to blow
Within my soul from head to toe
And then the last breath escapes my lips
It’s time to leave and I must go

So it’s true but it’s too late
They said each soul has its given date
When it must leave its body’s core
And meet with its eternal fate

Oh mark the word that I do say
Who knows tomorrow could be your day
At last it comes to heaven or hell
Decide which now do not delay

Come on my brother let us pray
Decide which now do not delay

Oh God Oh God, I cannot see
My eyes are blind, am I still me?
Or has my soul been led astray
And forced to pay a priceless fee?

Alas to dust we all return
And shall rejoice while others burn
If only I knew that before
The line grew short and came my turn

And now as beneath the soil
The lay me with my record flow
They cry not knowing that I cried worse
For they go home I face my god…..

Oh Mark my word that I do say
Who knows tomorrow would be your day
At last it comes to heaven or hell
Decide which now do not delay….

Come on my brother let us pray
Decide which now do not delay

Lyrics from BREATH by Ahmed Bukhetir

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