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her friend posted a link about our brothers and sisters in Palestine. the url address was linking to a poster. the poster was a campaign about donating to our Palestinian brothers and sisters RM60 to provide one family one solar lamp.

she believed the balance in her Maybank account was enough for the donation. so, she wrote a message to her. secretly. she told her friend that she wanted to help but she didn't want to contact the person in charge for the donation herself. she asked her friend to be middle-person for her. her friend willed to help her. she was glad.

a month later... Ramadhan 1st, 1433.

she found a picture of a Palestinian family. it's entitled 'Iftar by Solar Lamps'.

she cried.

she told her friend who'd informed her about the donation.  the friend replied her a smile. she was speechless too.

In most of their secret talks there is no good: But if one exhorts to a deed of charity or justice or conciliation between men, (Secrecy is permissible): To him who does this, seeking the good pleasure of Allah, We shall soon give a reward of the highest (value).
(The Women,4:114)

And the likeness of those who spend their substance, seeking to please Allah and to strengthen their souls, is as a garden, high and fertile: heavy rain falls on it but makes it yield a double increase of harvest, and if it receives not Heavy rain, light moisture sufficeth it.Allah seeth well whatever ye do.
(The Cow,2:265)

O ye who believe! Give of the good things which ye have (honourably) earned, and of the fruits of the earth which We have produced for you, and do not even aim at getting anything which is bad, in order that out of it ye may give away something, when ye yourselves would not receive it except with closed eyes.And know that Allah is Free of all wants, and worthy of all praise.
(The Cow,2:267)
Those who (in charity) spend of their goods by night and by day, in secret and in public, have their reward with their Lord: on them shall be no fear, nor shall they grieve.
(The Cow,2:274)


realistic fiction.


i was playing with my younger brother happily outside the big hall. the hall was rectangle, i think. we played hide and seek. my brother would hide behind the hall where there was a parking space for motorbikes. that place was near to our mother's workplace; canteen. however, i liked to hide beside the hall where i could see double-storey houses. after a moment, i recognised that one of the doors at that side was wide open. my feet walked toward the door. as my distance toward the door became nearer, i could hear sounds of piano. i knew there was a black piano in the hall. i saw a lady was standing at the door. i stopped walking. then the lady went back inside.

i continued to walk toward the door. i silently looked inside. i hide my body behind the door. only my head could be seen from inside. then, my younger brother appeared beside me.


my brother and i was quite shocked. the lady caught us!

"do both of you play around here everyday?"

both of us nodded.

"what's your name?"
"nice! what about your brother?"
"i like that name!" the lady laughed.

it wasn't her who's playing the piano. it's her friend. then, my brother and i left the hall.

*    *    *    *

it's another day that i was playing with my  brother. this time, we're in the hall. there were many people in the hall. some of them were wearing formal attire and some were wearing informal attire. my brother and i stood near the main entrance in the hall. when there was somebody would like to leave or enter the hall, we open the sliding door. the sister who asked our names the other day was there. she was chatting with her two buddies. they sat on the sofa near the entrance. they smiled when they looked at us.

later, i could see two old women talked to them. they looked different. sometimes they looked at us. so the two women. then, the two witches came to us. one of them asked us,

"who's your parent?"

i looked at the sister. she looked guilty. the girl and the  man beside her looked the same. after few seconds, they just removed their eyes from us. i  told the witches our mother's name. then,

"your mother is working as?"

i answered the second question. just after she heard the answer, she asked my brother and i to leave the hall. i took my slipper that i put near the sister and her friends and left. before i left, i could hear their words,

"they're just innocent kids!"


it is back!

er. the wifi. ha-ha.

i do hate things that disturb my heart. -.-

7 days ago. hectic.

mukhayyam. BIG.

very... wasn't well-prepared. mentally and emotionally.

tomorrow, come the peak of an event we call it 'Hari Terbuka Asrama'.

i will update this blog. insya Allah.

this semester. full stop. ohoh.

it is just began~ la. la. la.

i do miss home, i tell you.

shut up.

yesterday, Jasa Bonda caused my tears to run on my cheek. again.



that's all.

p/s: doing things when the heart can't really identify what is the exact feeling is very bad for me. uncertain. unsecured.

RAMADHAN is coming!

rabbuna yusahhil.