tentang aku..buku kpp dan kereta....

bismillahirrahmanirrahim...
setelah lma blog tidak dibuka dan diupdate...
rase bosan yg melampau mmbawa aku kemari utk mengupdate blog...
huhhu.. kali ni,nak bercerita tentang driving test yg bakal dijalani x lama lagi...
setelah dua bulan menunggu khabar berita dri ayahandaku...
pada hari sabtu tepat jam 12.30 tghari..ayahandaku membawa pulang dua buah buku....
tibe2 abah berkata:nih...bace buku undang2 nih..abah dh daftar td...hari jumaat ade kelas dri pukul 8.30 pg sampai 5.00 ptg...
huh?dengan perasaan yg bercampur baur(hepi ade cuak ade) ambik buku tu dn membelek belek..
benda first skli yg aku buat...test mata...huhu...byk sgt nombor yg aku x nmpak dn aku tibai...dn hasilnye...jawapn aku salah...tu la...suh check mata x nak...(dh tau rabun tapi ego)..

malam tu...sedang aku dok membaca buku kpp tu...
tetiba anak sedaraku yg namenye fatin nurin aisyah berkata:cik na..(dia pggil cik na sebb aku ni mak sedara die)..nati kalu cik na amik lesen...pastu cik na pandai bowok keto...cik na amik ying(dia bahasekn diri die gtu) di sekoloh deh!...
cikna keno bowok keto molek...kalu lampu meroh...cik na keno bereti...klu lampu ijau..baru cik na jale..aku pun senyum sendiri..haha..lucu budok nih..pastu dia kate lagi:cik na ...kalu cik na x bowok keto molek...pastu cik na eksiden...cik na jange amik ying...ying suruh abah jah amik ying...

hahah...lucu gile dgr die kata gtu...umur dia bru tujuh taun...tpi die dh pndai nasihat aku..huhu..

malam tadi mak aku pesan lagi:na..nnt gi la belajar keto ngan arif(abg aku)..belajar di skolah abah..kat padang..jgn belajar kat bangunn...nnt runtuh sekoloh abah...

aku pon ajakla abg aku utk belajar kete...ttibe die kata:hah?wat gapo blaja kete gear automatik?bengong mung ni...
aku dgn terpinga pinga membalas:weh...kalu aku x blaja..aku x tau langsung..doh la aku ni penakut...(padahal dlm hati..bru aku tau yg mse test bwk kete nnt kene gune kete gear mnual)

lagi satu kelemahan aku..aku takleh tgok kete byk2 kt simpang...aku jdi takut nak gerak...takut eksiden..tak tau la mcm mne nnt..harapnya Allah bantu aku bg keyakinn lebih...x nak ar gagal mse test nnt...mlu keturunn aku...hukhuk..

nota pale lutut:mesti bosan masa kelas teori ari jumaat nih...aigoo~

kita kembali ke zaman jahiliah?

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim...dengan nama Allah yg Maha Pengasih lg Maha Penyayang..

Alhamdulillah..dgn izin Allah..dpt juga ana spend sdikit masa utk meluahkn isi hati yg dh lama terbuku sejak berbulan lamanya...
selepas beberapa bulan...muka depan akhbar memaparkn berita bayi-bayi yg x berdosa dibuang tanpa belas oleh sang ibu bapa zalim yg x berperikemanusiaan...hati ana cukup terbakar apabila membaca...smpaikn ana dh x sanggup lg nk pandang muka depn akhbar the star dan utusan melayu yg kami warga smapk melanggannya hampir stiap hari...

dan bila difikirkn balik...perangai mereka yg berbuat dosa ni dgn mmbuang bayi x berdosa ni...x ubah macam binatang...dan x heran la klu ana nak katakn diorg ni lbih sejuta kali kejam drpd binatang..

kalau nak ikutkn...lepas kedatangan Islam ke bumi ni...amalan puak jahiliah yg tanam bayi hidup-hidup tu patutnye dh habis...tamat,lenyap...tapi zaman skarang ni...manusia yg dikelilingi pelbagai kmudahan dan rasanya lg ramai yg berpelajarn sanggup lakukn perkara yg lbih kejam drpd puak jahiliah...bayi yg masih hidup dibuang dlm longkang...tong sampah...lubang taik...kalau dulu okla jugak sebb tanam...tpi skarang ni...buang je macam tu...cubala bayangkn kalau anak yg dbuang tu kelak akn jdi ank soleh pastu mendoakn mak bapak diorg yg berdosa besar tu...x ke nnt diorg dpt pahala yg berterusan walaupon dosa berbuat zina x dbalas lg kat dunia ni selagi diorg x kna sebatan 100 kali...tulah bila negara x laksanakn hukum hudud..mcm nila jadinye...

makin ramai rasanya budak perempuan yg dh x suci kt atas muka bumi ni...nauzubillah...ana di sini bukn nk condemn sesapa...tapi sekadar melontarkn rasa x puas hati sebb bnda ni buknnya x boleh dielak...pelik btul org zaman sekarang...
semoga Allah memberi hidayah kpd sesapa yg pernah terlanjur...harapnya..zuriat yg dkandung tu jgnla dijdikn mangsa...ksian bayi tu nak hidop...kang dia jdi bayangan ngeri 'mak-bapak' diorg baru tau...bru x senang hidop...hmm..ana rase stakat ni je...jumpa lagi lepas spm...salam

hurmm...cuti tinggal lagi seminggu...tapi...

bismillahirrahmanirrahim...

setelah bberapa lamanya kita x bersua muka ya miss B.L.U.E...(perkenalkn buat pertama kalinya miss B.L.U.E adalah gelaran baru utk blog sy)...hahah...ade makna tersirat kot...ngeh2...xpe...
kali ni kite bercerita pasal cuti yg sntiasa diiringi dgn hw yg bertimbun mcm timbunan pasir utk bina rumah tu...kite lupakan maksud dsebalik miss B.L.U.E...nnt kite cite...

wokeyh...ternyata sumer plajar f5 smapk skang ni dbebani oleh kerja rumah yg sgt byk...

antara top list hw yg xkan miss ialah....ofkos pakej percutian yg dsediakn oleh guru2 terchenta...hmmm...tu kire okayla sbb x bebankn sgt...tapi yg hebatnye....cuti kli ni kami disuruh mmbuat kerja kursus addmath atau dkenali sebagai addmath project yg mana mgndungi 4 tugasan yg masing2 cukup susah jika dinilai secara sebelah mata....hmmm...apepon...sy dh cyap separuh...so x heran sgt dah...huhu~...

cuti kali ni jugak mmaksa sy utk membawa pulang ke rumah tugasan dri cikgu khairul azwa utk menyiapkn 90% pamplet hari guru beserta kad jemputan...mak aii...gugur rambut den cuti ni...tapi ntahla...satu habuk x stat agy...ntah pape la...erk~

hmm...ape lg yek??haa!laporan minit mesyuarat utk folio sivik pon sy x sentuh agy...aduss...masak kne sound ngan cikgu salmiah nnt bukak skola...haa...tu la sape suh jd S/U...(tpi bukn sy nak jdik pon)...nseb x bek btol....huh~

ya Allah...seblom terlupa...kalkulator yg ilang tuh kne beli..ala~bile agaknye nk beli ni...skali ngan pensil box ilang~sengal tol.....tpi siyes ar...ni dh kli ke-4 pensil box sy ilang tau x??plik tol...ilang2 jumpa blek...tpi kli ni ilang...x jumpa2 dh.....(hukhuk)

yuran skola...sy kne ingatkn ma cepat2...bayar yuran...setel cket rsenye idop...huhu...dh x dbebani hutang...brulah boley berjaya dgn cemerlang...InsyaAllah...

hmmm,...sebenarnye byk sgt perkara x setel...tpi cuti lg sminggu je lagi...module bio byk essay la plak...kekawan 5 marikh...korang jgn buat essay bio module chap 9 tu tau...(hahah...dah bertanduk dh ni)huahuahua...sori cikgu Azma...tpi sy dh wat sparuh...

rsenye smpai cni je kot luahan rase dri seorg insan bergelar pelajar 5.1 smapk...
smoga berjumpa lagi dalam luahan rse yg len...

esok nk gi melancong/melencong ke perlis...gonna miss u miss...

Salam....

kisah 4 mac......

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

ADA APA DENGAN 4 MAC....??

selain dikenali sebagai hari keputeraan sultan terengganu..tarikh keramat ini telah menggamit seribu satu sejarah dalam hidup seorang insan yg bernama NUR LIYANA(alamak...tu nama mak sya yg bagi..maksud nya cahaya kehalusan dan kelembutan) tapi jap2...aku ni lembut ke..??biasa je kot...klu nak tau hati budi sebenar aku ni camne...mai ar hidup untuk satu hari bersama ngan aku...mesti korang akan tau ape maksud di sebalik nama yg telah ma n abah aku berikan kepada puteri sulung pertama mereka...hehhe...

berbalik kepada usul kita pada hari ini...berkenaan tarikh ini...sebenarnya ada kisahnya...

tanggal 4 mac 1993...aku dilahirkan...pada waktu ma tengah nak siapkan makanan berbuka puasa...aku telah mengharubirukan keadaan umah pada petang itu..yakni aku telah mengetuk pintu untuk keluar dari sebuah tempat gelap ke sebuah dunia yg penuh dgn ujian...x sangke..lahir je kat dunia...trus nampak lampu hospital...pedih mata ni tuhan je la yg tau...aku pon nanges semahu-mahunya...hahah...ntah btol ke x..kene tanya ma nih...

ok takpe..kite go on jek

pada 4 mac 1998...aku dgr kabar adek aku bakal lahir...tpi x sama tarikhla...haha...aku pun trus ar hangin...mne x nya..gelaran adek yg selama ni aku sandang tidak semena-mena telah beralih tangan kepada adek aku tuh...hisy...takpe..ade ubi ada batas...ade hari...ark... aku x smpai ati ar plak nk balas...

4 mac 2005...mak adakan satu majlis hari jadi untuk aku...ramai kawan dtg..meriahnye Allah jek yg tau...(aku pon)...best sebb dpt byk adiah...pastuh bile sume org da blek...sedeyla plak..kne tolong kmas umah sebb umah dh bersepah dgn mcm2 bende...ngan plastik adiahnye n memacam agy....tapi takpe...puas hati...

4 mac 2006...aku jadi f1...taun tuh aku punye bezday 2 hari selepas aku mndaftarkn diri di smapk...sedey gak...tpi seingat aku ramai gak yg wish...mcm mne tah diorg tau pasal bezday aku..hehe..tapi seingat aku...kyra org first wish aku..siap bg adiah lg...x sgka...hehe...tq kyra...

4 mac 2007...aku x ingat ape yg terjadi...mintak maafla....

4 mac 2008...aku tgh study kat bilik study dan tertidor...tepat jam 12 malam...maisara dtg wish...hepi burfday kak...aku yg dlm keadaan terpinga-pinga trus senyum..hehhe..bile nek dorm...byk gile kot hadiah dan kad burfday atas katil...Ya Allah..x sgke..slama nih ade gak insan yg menyayngi dan menghargai diri ini...pgi skola esoknye..ade kad lagi bwah meja..haha...dh agak dah...bile bukak...hmmm...lgila dah agak...takpe itu kisah lama...aku dah sisip rapi dlm lembaran sejarah sepanjang aku kat smap...

4 mac 2009...bezday aku buat kali keduanya jatuh pada waktu exam mac...taun 2008 pon jatuh pada waktu aku tgh ujian...tapi taun nih memandgkn aku sibuk menguruskn pendftaran f1 dan f4 baru...jdi tumpuan terhadap study agak terganggu dek kesibukn diri yg melampau...brulah terasa bebanan kerja yg membuatkn aku terpaksa menyusun waktuku yg padat seperti sardin ini dgn bijaknye...sebijak einstein berfikir...waduh...takpe itu satu dugaan drpd Allah...dan terima kasih diucapkn skali lagi kpd maisara kerana x penah lupa bezday akak pada stiap taun...

dan waktu yg dtunggu-tunggu.....

3 mac 2010...pada pukul 11.00 malam...aku terpaksa melatih anak-anak buah kawadku utk melakukn latihan di padang belakang asrama...suasana asyik melatih adik-adikku membuatkn aku lupa sebenarnye esok adalah hari jadiku...tepat jam 12 malam...khaira(selalu tlg waktu latih adek2 UZ kawad) datang n wish hepi burfday...pastu aslah n bberapa org sahabat lg turut dtg n wish...tq kengkawan...pastu ramai la plak yg beratur nak salam aku..wah...dah macam artis lak...hahah...bezla klu hari2 cmnikan?...huhuhu...aku sgt hepi...tambah2 kawad UZ dpt no 1...time kaseh Ya Allah..adek2 UZ akak yg disayangi...thx korang...nnt hamper kite kongsi..hehheh...

4 mac 2010...

tibe kat skola plak...kawan2 sekelas bacakan doa n nyanyikn lagu utk aku...tq kawan2 5 marikh...i luv u all...together we strive 4 da greatest excellence...syukran jazilan khairan kasiran...jazakallahukhoir...n ucapan trima kaseh tidak terhingga kepada sesiapa yg ade wish ana kat bilik pp malam tuh...walaupon x formal n x proper...but i'll never forget dat moment..

doaku untuk tahun ini...

"Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku...Engkau ampunkanla segala dosa-dosaku...berkatilah hari kelahiran ke 17 aku ini Ya Allah... aku memohon agar Engkau kurniakan rezeki yang melimpah ruah serta umur yang panjang kepadaku agar aku bisa meneruskan perjuangan dlm menyebarkn da'wah di atas muka bumi ini Ya Allah...kurniaknlah kejayaan 11A+ dlam spm taun ini...amin"

u should just have resisted...

In the name Of Allah..The Most Gracious n The Most Merciful..
hope dat this will remind us all...






It started off with just a simple greeting,
A simple smile, A simple reason,
It was nothing your nafs whispered,
Just an ordinary conversation between two pals,
Then he started to ask about your personal hobbies,
Personal favorites,
He started showing care for you,

Oh yes, you resisted at first,
It was nothing you kept on repeating,
But your nafs kept on insisting,
You began to accept,
Little by little,
Until your dreams and thoughts were filled with fantasies,
Filled with insecure lullabies,
It was nothing you kept on reminding,
The day came when you did not realize,
You were holding hands,
Sharing jokes and laughter,
Teasing and wishing every occasion,

Oh yes, You did not resist,
It was nothing you kept securing yourself,
Excuses kept getting better,
Self-justifications wandered off nowhere to be seen,
Because once you give in,
Once you fall in,
It’s hard to get out,
It’s difficult to fall out,
It’s too late…..
You should just have resisted.


nota kaki:we should resist ourself from indulging in the wrong way...may god bless us...

Rahsia tarian poco-poco...

sama-sama kite renungkn...betapa kita disesatkn secara halus..



Alhamdulillah kerana kita semua masih bernafas lagi dengan izinNya. Saya ingin berkongsi dengan rakan-rakan semua tentang tarian poco-poco yang sedang hangat ditarikan oleh semua lapisan masyarakat, umumnya masyarakat kita yang beragama Islam terutama ketika manghadiri kursus.

Sebenarnya tarian poco-poco ini berasal dari Filipina bukannya dari Indonesia. Ia ditarikan oleh masyarakat yang beragama kristian ketika mereka menghadiri upacara sembahyang mingguan mereka. Lihatlah sahaja bagaimana pergerakannya, yang membentuk salib. Mungkin kita tidak perasan kerana kita suka mengikut-ikut sesuatu yang baru tanpa usul periksa.

Inilah cara musuh-musuh Islam mengenakan kita sedangkan kita tahu apabila kita melakukan sesuatu yg menyerupai sesuatu agama maka kita dikira merestui agama itu seperti amalan yoga yang telah difatwakan haram kerana menyerupai agama Hindu. Cuma tarian poco-poco ini belum difatwakan haram lagi.

Marilah kita sama-sama fikirkan. Saya dulu pernah terfikir, kenapa tarian itu dimulakan daripada kiri? Dan apa jenis senaman ini? Relevankah tarian ini, yang kelihatan seperti tidak siuman? Saya menyeru kepada diri anda semua supaya mengambil inisiatif untuk tidak menarikan lagi tarian ini yang ternyata mensyirikkan Allah tanpa kita sedar. Dan paling utama memohon keampunan daripada Allah S.W.T atas kejahilan kita tentang perkara ini sebelum ini.

Semoga mendapat perhatian pihak berkenaan agar mengkaji secara terperinci tentang kesahihan perkara ini, asal usul dan kesannya kepada akidah umat Islam dan mengeluarkan fatwa tentang tarian ini, agar Umat Islam tidak berterusan di dalam kelalaian dan keasyikkan menarikan tarian ini.

Nota kaki:Astaghfirullahalazim...sama-samalh kita istighfar...

hey lady...

"What do you think?"

I see a tall, pretty girl holding up a green, gauzy dress for her friend's inspection. The friend nods approvingly and smiles.

"It's perfect!"

Perfect? I muse to myself. It is becoming increasingly difficult to find the perfect clothing nowadays.

"And say to the believing women that they cast down their looks and guard their private parts and do not display their ornaments except what appears thereof, and let them wear their head-coverings over their bosoms..." (Qur'an 24:31)

I walk out of the store and take a look around me. I am surrounded by Muslim girls wearing hijab. One wears a scarf that is carelessly draped over her head. It dutifully covers every strand of hair but it terminates above her bosom.

The shirt she wears is tight and short sleeved. Her legs are not exposed in the least but there is no guesswork as to their shape since the jeans she wears outlines them clearly and unambiguously.

Another girl walks past me. She is more modestly dressed in a flowing robe. Unfortunately, her hijab exposes her bosom for every male eye to see.

Hijab is derived from its arabic root word hajaba meaning to cover, hide behind a veil or curtain. A hijab in its entirety should serve as a barrier between a man and a woman in all respects. Hijab makes the muslim woman aware that she should restrict her interaction with males with whom she can marry.

Hijab serves as a veil that hides the muslim woman's adornments from being seen. The true purpose of Hijab is lost once it is merely considered as a trend and tradition and the real reason why it is worn is lost.

In the west, the women take pride in showing off the latest creations from their favorite designers on the red carpet. They eagerly strut their 'stuff' in front of the cameras, adoring the attention. Millions of photographers crowd in front of the so called stars and snap away.

Here! Here!

One starlet smiles. Turns, poses.

The most daring of the lot is applauded for their iconic fashion sensibilities when what they are really doing is showing off a bit more skin than their counter-parts.

And it is said, the women towards the end of the world will wear clothing but it is as if they are naked. In a popular reality tv show where groups of designers compete against each other for the ultimate prize to work under a world-famous fashion label, the motto that prevails sends out the message that less is more.

One designer went to such an extent as to wrap all the loose parts of the cloth around his model, delineating the shape of her body. The judges absolutely beamed!

In another show where beautiful girls vie for a place as top model, the hostess encourages the girls to not look 'frumpy' by adjusting the loosely draped cloth around the body tightly, and shortening it in the process. Is it not degrading that women are looked upon solely based on the shape of their bodies, the flawlessness of their complexion, the fullness of the lips?

Whereas the character and integrity as a living, breathing, capable human being is seen as secondary compared to the above?

Is it not then, absolutely beautiful that Islam honors the women by prioritizing and preserving their character and dignity through the act of covering their beauty and charm from unwarranted attention?

"If one chooses to dress as one of a group of people, they are of that people"

Muslim women should be aware that they carry the identity of Islam. The trendsetters in the West only serve their hedonistic needs. They care nothing for religion or God.

In their blind enjoyment of this short worldly life, they only serve our greatest enemy, the Shaitan. Why should we dress up so degradingly, showing off every curve? To what end? To attract male suitors? To garner a loyal following of boyfriends? So that we are not the last one standing when all our friends are out on dates?

What is this purpose but to satisfy our nafs and to create and even greater sin that can lead to fahishah (immoral sin)!

"And among His signs is this, that He has created for you mates from among yourselves, that you may dwell in tranquility with them; and He has put love and mercy between you. Verily in that are signs for those who reflect." (30:21)

Know that Allah's promise is true. Surely for every believing woman, there is a believing man for her, insya Allah. Remember when The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him), full of praise for virtuous and chaste women, said: The most precious thing in the world is a virtuous woman.