Saturday, May 23, 2009

Fatigue, Tired, Exhausted, Worn out, Lethargic, Drained...

Toooo tired. My energy level is getting low and lower each day. I have the inner drive to recharge but the drive stops when there is no support being offered. I wish to go to sleep.... a very long sleep.....

19 years......serving, pleasing, obeying, fulfilling, helping, supporting, offering...etc...
Do we need to learn the hard way to appreciate what we have? I pray that it won't be too late....

Monday, May 18, 2009

Reading brings the world closer to you.

Open the door of knowledge,

Walk inside,

Pace up your steps,

Look around you,

Enjoy the beauty,

Explore your surroundings,

Stroll to different continents,

Learn about 1001 wonders of the world,

Understand different cultures and customs,

Appreciate values and traditions.

Strengthen your belief and principles


Open another door of wisdom,

Look into people’s eyes,

See lives from different perspectives,

Listen to various sounds,

Learn to touch the hearts,

Feel the uncertain emotions,

Then,

Discover your strength and weakness,

Overcome your stress and confusion,

Ready to face the world,

Revive your inner strength

Increase your will power,

Analyze others’ success and failures.


Need to open more doors?

Keep turning the page,

Indeed,

Reading brings the world closer to you.

By,

Nurulhana bt Hussain

February 2007


Another poem I wrote in conjunction with the SMKS9 English language month 2007.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother's Day

Alhamdulillah, praise be to Allah, the most gracious, the most merciful. I was able to celebrate my mother's day today by presenting her with a bouquet of flowers. The cost of the bouquet was shared by all the three of us; my two sisters and I. My mum is going to take her mother (my grandma) for dinner tonight to celebrate mother's day.

When I got back home, my eldest daughter presented me with a wish card, so I kissed and hugged her. Later, at 2.30pm, on my way to UKM to send my daughter for a two-month course, I got an sms from my son, Afnan, who was in Rawang training horse riding for a competition in June, wished me happy mother's day. I got back from UKM around 5.30pm. To my surprise, my second daughter bought pizza for me to celebrate mother's day. I was truly touched since the cost of the pizza was shared among my three children, Izzah (rm 22.50), Ammar (rm15), Aiman (rm13). It never occured to my mind that they are capable of organising such a pleasant surprise on mother's day. Since my mother in law is around, so I told her the celebration was for both of us since both of us are mothers. I felt pity towards her since none of her children came to take her to celebrate mother's day. Probably it is due to it is not her family's culture to celebrate such days.

Later I read Nuha's entry in her blog about mother's day describing how grateful she is having me as her mother. I am truly touched. All my 5 children are the apples in my eyes. I love them all the same. They are my treasure, my assets.

I am grateful, truly am. I am blessed for still having my mum and my grandma around to be able to celebrate mother's day together. I am also blessed for having 5 children who appreciate my existence in their lives. Ya Allah, I pray to You please safeguard my children from any danger and misfortune. May Allah bless me, my family and those who know and care about me.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

I Wonder by Sister Camilia Badr

I wonder

If prophet Muhammad visited you
Just for a day or two
If he came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you would do.
Oh I know you'd give your nicest room
To such an honoured guest,
And all the food you'd serve to him,
Would be your very best
And you would keep assuring him
You're glad to have him there
That serving him in your home
Is joy beyond compare

But...when you saw him coming
Would you meet him at the door
With arms outstretched in welcome
To your visitor?
Or...would you have to change your clothes
Before you let him in?
Or hide some magazines and put
The Quran where they had been?
Would you still watch X-rated movies,
On your TV set?
Or would you rush to switch it off
Before he gets upset?
Would you turn off the radio
And hope he hadn't heard?
And wish you hadn't uttered,
The last loud, hasty word?

Would you hide your worldly music
And instead take hadith books out?
Could you let him walk right in,
Or would you rush about?
And I wonder...if the prophet spent
A day or two with you
Would you right on doing the things
You always do?
Would you right on saying the things
You always say?
Would life for you continue
As it does from day to day?
Would your family conversation
Keep up its usual pace?
And would you keep up each and every prayer
Without putting on a frown?

And would you jump up early
For prayers at dawn?
Would you sing the song you always sing?
And read the books you read?
And let him know the things on which
Your mind and spirit feed?
Would you take the prophet with you
Everywhere you plan to go?
Or would you may be change you plans
Just for a day or so?

Would you be glad to have him meet
Your very closest friends?
Or would you hope they'd stay away
Until his visit ends?
Would you be glad to have him stay,
Forever on and on?
Or would you sigh with great relief
When he at last was gone?
It might be interesting to know
The things that you would do
If the prophet Muhammad, in person, came
To spend some time with you.



The poem above was retrieved from a magazine (probably Islamic Horizon-- but I am not too sure though) back in the late 80's when I was studying in the USA.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

My Poem

PROFICIENCY MAXIMIZES OPPORTUNITY



PROFICIENCY,

AS THE WORD SOUNDS SO PERFECTLY,

AS IDEAS FLOW WITHOUT DIFFICULTY,

AS MEANINGS CONVEYED EXPLICITLY,

AS EXPRESSIONS UTTERED BEAUTIFULLY,

AS MOTION ARGUED CONVINCINGLY,

AS THE TRUTH EXPLAINED ACCURATELY,

AS CONFUSION SPELLS OUT CLEARLY,

WITHOUT IT….

WITHOUT PROFICIENCY…

THERE GOES CONFIDENCE,

WITHOUT PROFICIENCY…

THERE GOES PRODUCTIVITY,

WITHOUT PROFICIENCY…

THERE GOES QUALITY,

WITHOUT PROFICIENCY…

THERE GOES CERTAINTY,

WITHOUT PROFICIENCY…

THERE GOES EFFICIENCY,

WITHOUT PROFICIENCY…

THERE GOES DIGNITY,

WITHOUT PROFICIENCY…

THERE GOES VICTORY,

WITHOUT PROFICIENCY…

THERE GOES OPPORTUNITY.


BY NURULHANA HUSSAIN


This poem what written by me in conjunction with the English language month 2006 when I was still teaching in SMK Seksyen 9 Shah Alam. The theme for the month was the same as the title of this poem.