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Aku melihat hidup orang lain begitu nikmat,
Rupanya dia menutup kekurangannya tanpa perlu berkeluh kesah.

Aku melihat hidup teman-temanku tak ada duka dan kepedihan,
Rupanya dia pandai menutup dukanya dengan bersyukur dan redha.

Aku melihat hidup saudaraku tenang tanpa ujian,
Rupanya dia begitu menikmati badai hujan dlm kehidupannya.

Aku melihat hidup sahabatku begitu sempurna,
Rupanya dia berbahagia dengan apa yang dia ada.

Aku melihat hidup jiran tetanggaku sangat beruntung,
Ternyata dia selalu tunduk pada Allah untuk bergantung.

Setiap hari aku belajar memahami dan mengamati setiap hidup orang yang aku temui..
Ternyata aku yang kurang mensyukuri nikmat Allah..
Bahawa di satu sudut dunia lain masih ada yang belum beruntung memiliki apa yang aku ada saat ini.

Dan satu hal yang aku ketahui, bahawa Allah tak pernah mengurangkan ketetapan-Nya.
Hanya akulah yang masih saja mengkufuri nikmat suratan takdir Ilahi.

Maka aku merasa tidak perlu iri hati dengan rezeki orang lain.

Mungkin aku tak tahu dimana rezekiku. Tapi rezekiku tahu dimana diriku berada.

Dari lautan biru, bumi dan gunung, Allah telah memerintahkannya menuju kepadaku.

Allah menjamin rezekiku, sejak 4 bulan 10 hari aku dalam kandungan ibuku.

Amatlah keliru bila bertawakkal rezeki dimaknai dari hasil bekerja.
Kerana bekerja adalah ibadah, sedang rezeki itu urusan-Nya..

Melalaikan kebenaran dan gelisah dengan apa yang dijamin-Nya, adalah kekeliruan berganda..

Manusia membanting tulang, demi angka simpanan gaji, yang mungkin esok akan ditinggal mati.

Mereka lupa bahawa hakikat rezeki bukan apa yang tertulis dalam angka, tapi apa yang telah dinikmatinya.

Rezeki tak selalu terletak pada pekerjaan kita, Allah menaruh sekehendak-Nya.

Siti Hajar berulang alik dari Safa ke Marwah, tapi air Zam-zam muncul dari kaki anaknya, Ismail.

Ikhtiar itu perbuatan. Rezeki itu kejutan.
Dan yang tidak boleh dilupakan, setiap hakikat rezeki akan ditanya kelak, “Dari mana dan digunakan untuk apa”

Kerana rezeki hanyalah “hak pakai”, bukan “hak milik”…

Halalnya dihisab dan haramnya diazab.
Maka, aku tidak boleh merasa iri pada rezeki orang lain.

Bila aku iri pada rezeki orang, sudah seharusnya juga iri pada takdir kematiannya.

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I envy the sand that met his feet
I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet

Of birds that hovered above his head
Of spiders who spun their sacred web

To save him from his enemies
I envy clouds formed from the seas

That gave him cover from the heat
Of a sun whose light could not compete

With his, whose face did shine so bright
That all was clear in pitch-black night

I envy sightless trees that gazed
Upon his form completely dazed

Not knowing if the sun had rose
Or if the sky was one with those

Who knelt, who prayed, and fasted too
Simply because he told them to

With truth and kindness, charity
From God who gave such clarity

His mercy comes in one He sent
To mold our hearts more heaven bent

I envy all there at his side
Who watched the turning of the tide

As truth prevailed and falsehood fled
And hope restored life to the dead

And men and women found their place
With aspirations for God’s Face

I envy the cup that gave him drink
His thoughts that helped us all to think

To be one thought that passed his mind
Inspiring him to act so kind

For me this world is not one jot
If I could simple be a thought

From him to God throughout the ages
As revelation came in stages

I pity all who think it odd
To hear him say there is one God

Or he was sent by God to men
To hone their spirits’ acumen

It’s pride that blinds us from the sight
That helps good men to see his light

He taught us all to be God’s slaves
And he will be the one who saves

Humanity from sinful pride
Muhammad has God on his side

So on this day be blessed and sing
For he was born to grace our Spring

With lilies, flowers, life’s rebirth
In a dome of green like his on earth.

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What is family?

There are the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, there are the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn’t just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger, We had many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, as well as the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them were perfect, and we couldn’t expect them to be. You couldn’t make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build a world from it.

Lock and Key by Sarah Dessen