to be remembered

while 'organizing' my computer, i found this photo.

thank you hanani! :)

my chocolatey birthday, thanks a lot nani! and others too for the wishes. :)

at last, he remembers my birthday

thanks for the advance birthday cake; (those were sugar free chocolate cake and chocolate indulgence by secret recipe) i didn't expect that, but thank you.

when i am letting go things i love the most in my life

i'm selling all these. anyone interested may contact me for information. prices are negotiable. this is for the funding of my redang trip. sob sob..

not so perfect, yet i love this

Minah Tudung

Common excuses I’ve heard and (sadly)said some of the points too…:
1- I’ll get headache when I wear tudung.
2- My hair is so nice, I’m still young, and this is the show time…
3- My parents don’t allow me. Even God says we have to obey our parents; of course I have to obey my parents when they say no tudung. (Readers? What say you?)
4- If you wear tudung but your attitude like hell, what’s the point?
5- It’s okay not to wear tudung, even tudung girls got raped what?
6- Wearing tudung makes me look ugly and old.
7- I think tudung girls are sexier than the “free-hair” ones…
8- I’ll wear tudung when I get old and sick.
9- Wearing tudung limits my style. If I wear tudung, how am I going to wear my Cat Whiskers’ tube dress?
10- Wearing tudung does not necessarily mean that you are a good Muslim. I don’t wear, but I pray five times a day, I read Quran every day, last time I ate pork and drank Tiger a bit lah, but now no more, so okay what? But my heart is good, I believe in Allah and later I bertaubat lah.. ( I was jaw-dropped when I heard this)

I think most of us have or had “religious rebel”. I am rebellious in many ways and sometimes I feel guilty about it. Yes, I should feel guilty about it as I’m losing in counting the sins I’ve committed (too much). Whenever my friends advised me, I glanced at them in a blink of eye, whereas I should appreciate that they are making points there. My mum always asked me to cover my head and my usual replies would be, “It doesn’t mean you wear tudung means you’re good” or “I don’t want to look religious”. What point am I trying to make? My mum never give up, she buys me expensive “tudungs”, even a “jubah” because she don’t like to see her daughter wearing “skin-tight levis” with “a four-year-old-size t-shirt”. Nevertheless, yesterday’s comment of a complete random stranger struck me straight in the heart. She said “quote” “Girl, by looking at you, I can see the light of your face. The light of Islam. But, there’s only one thing, please cover your hair, girl. Or you’ll lose the light soon”. “Unquote”. (Actually I was confused by the light she was talking about; sounds like I’m going to die real soon.) Back to my hostel, I was thinking about that, and what is it am I trying to prove by being so rebellious towards my own faith and belief? I don’t want to be those girls who are proud that they are Muslims, and at the same time they wear non-Muslims’ apparels. I am ashamed of myself, and I should “convert”; from unknown to the known, from worst to the less worst, and of course, from rebellious to obedient (I’m trying slowly). I remembered when someone commented on a friend of mine, “Lah, aku ingat dia kafir, terperanjat aku bila dia bagi Salam” because she wore tight jeans and white spaghetti straps tube. I know most of us believe that we should never judge people on what they are wearing, but I don’t want to hear if someone describes me like that. It’s kind of sad you know. I know being a Muslim is not only the attire, it is also the heart, the soul, the body that God gave to us, and how we should really take care of those. I know, by covering my hair would not make me an instant religious follower, but it is a necessity , a compulsory to cover it, I don’t want myself being charred in hell just because of one simplest thing. And I am grateful enough that Allah makes me realize this before it’s too late.