Bedtime Story #17: Three Tough Questions

There was a young man who went overseas to study for quite a long time. When he returned, he asked his parents to find him a religious scholar or any expert who could answer his 3 Questions. Finally, his parents were able to find a Muslim scholar.

Young man: Who are you? Can you answer my questions?

Scholar: I am one of Allah (SubHana Wa Ta`ala )'s slaves and Insha-Allah (God willing), I will be able to answer your questions.

Young man: Are you sure? A lot of Professors and experts were not able to answer my questions.

Scholar: I will try my best, with the help of Allah(SubHana Wa Ta`ala).

Young Man: I have 3 questions:

1. Does God exist? If so, show me His shape.

2. What is takdir (fate)?

3. If shaitan (Devil) was created from the fire, why at the end he will be thrown to hell that is also created from fire. It certainly will not hurt him at all, since Shaitan (Devil) and the hell were created from fire. Did God not think of it this far?

Suddenly, the Scholar slapped the young man's face very hard.

Young Man (feeling pain): Why do you get angry at me?

Scholar: I am not angry. The slap is my answer to your three questions.

Young Man: I really don't understand.

Scholar: How do you feel after I slapped you?

Young Man: Of course, I felt the pain.

Scholar: So do you believe that pain exists?

Young Man: Yes.

Scholar: Show me the shape of the pain!

Young Man: I cannot.

Scholar: That is my first answer. All of us feel God's existence without being able to see His shape... Last night, did you dream that you will be slapped by me?

Young Man: No.

Scholar: Did you ever think that you will get a slap from me, today?

Young Man: No.

Scholar: That is takdir (fate)........ My hand that I used to slap you, what is it created from?

Young Man: It is created from flesh.

Scholar: How about your face, what is it created from?

Young Man: Flesh.

Scholar: How do you feel after I slapped you?

Young Man: In pain.

Scholar: Even though Shaitan (Devil) and also the hell were created from the fire, if Allah wants, insha-Allah (God willing), the hell will become a very painful place for Shaitan (Devil).

Source: Islamcan.com

Pemimpin

Pemimpin,
Aku yakin mereka bijak pandai,
Lulusan institusi pendidikan terbaik,
Dalam negara mahupun luar negara,
Diiringi CGPA tinggi,
Aku yakin mereka punya ilmu di dada.

Pemimpin,
Aku yakin mereka punyai skil,
Skil memimpin,
Skil berkata-kata
Skil merancang,
Pendek kata serba-serbi 'soft skills' mereka ada,
Melayakkan diri mereka dinobat sebagai seorang pemimpin.

Pemimpin,
Sayangnya cuma satu,
Jika tidak dikaburi,
Kekuasaan & harta kekayaan,
Pasti akan jadi pemimpin yang terbaik buat rakyat.

Pemimpin,
Buka mata,
Buka telinga,

Buka hati,
Lihatlah dan dengarlah,
Keluh kesah rakyat marhaen.

Doa tulus dari seorang rakyat marhaen,
Semoga Tuhan bukakan hati pemimpin-pemimpin yang terpilih untuk memimpin dengan tulus ikhlas. May Allah bless Malaysia.

*Intan Zubaidah bt Mohamad Hatta*

*Di bawah langit biru terbentang luas*

*8.46am, 10 Mei 2015*

Bedtime Story #16: The Other Doors

Assalamualaikum...

Hai Incik Bloggie.

Bedtime story session back on the scene!!!

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Our 4 year old son has some fairly serious health problems, so we are "frequent fliers" at the local children's hospital. Two weeks ago, our son was there for several days having surgery.

As stressful as that was for us, my visits to that hospital almost always leave me feeling grateful. Why? Because of "the other doors."

As I walk the corridors of that hospital, I pass doors leading to many different departments. I pass the department where surgeons reconstruct children's faces. I pass the department where specialists treat children who have been tragically burned. I pass the department where children with cancer spend their childhoods battling a disease that terrifies most adults. Every day, people walk through those doors. I keep walking.

Occasionally, I walk through a ward, past the room of a dying child. I look in at the child, unconscious amid a mass of tubes and machines. I see the family, staring blankly into space, grieving for what is to come. I keep walking.

On the fourth floor, I pass the "catacombs" where parents with children in ICU watch their days and nights stretch into weeks and months, hoping against hope for good news. I keep walking.

It's late one evening, and I walk to the waiting room. Only one family remains, and their doctor arrives from surgery. He begins to tell them about the patient's injuries....a shotgun blast, self-inflicted ....massive facial damage.... a dozen more operations to come....a lifetime of disfigurement...a lifetime of asking "why?" I sit, half-listening, considering the doors, this family will face in the years ahead.

I stood up. I walk back to the preschool ward, to the one door I seek. Behind this door, our son is slowly recovering from surgery. And in a strange way, I am grateful for the "situation" that we live with.

Because there are hundred other doors in this place that are far worse. And we could just as easily be in one of those rooms.
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As you pray for strength to open the doors you face, be sure to thank Allah Ta'ala for the doors he has spared you.

Till we meet again Incik Bloggie!

Good Night!

Wassalam...

Ada yang berubah

Tanggal 3 Mei melabuhkan tirai
4 Mei menghulurkan salam
Hari berubah
Tarikh berubah
Waktu berubah

Apa lagi berubah...
Mahu melihat perubahan
Sesekali jengok lah kebelakang

Persekitaran boleh berubah
Teknologi berubah
Kampung jadi mukim
Mukim jadi pekan
Pekan jadi bandar
Bandar jadi bandaraya
Bandaraya jadi apa? *jawab sendiri*

Manusia boleh berubah
Sekelip mata
kawan boleh jadi lawan
lawan boleh jadi kawan
orang asing boleh jadi kawan
kawan boleh jadi orang asing

Pemimpin berubah
Undang-undang berubah
Dasar-dasar berubah
Pembangunan negara berubah

Sekarang lihat kembali ke hadapan
Oh ya...
Lupa sesuatu...

Ku lihat kebelakang kembali
Ya...aku juga  berubah...
Semoga ke arah yang lebih baik.
Ameen...

Alhamdulillah... Sorang lagi kawan iollss dah berubah status. :)