In The Name Of Allah Most Gracious Most Merciful.
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It is now 01.03 am. I had a bowl of chocolate ice cream just now.^^ Whoa. I have always love chocolate ice cream. I love ice cream packed in a big big tupperware rather than a cone of ice cream. Hee. My Adik made a very weird look on me when I asked him to buy them for me. Eheh. I am craving, yearning and dying for chocolate ice cream now, so please, just go and buy them for me. Don't give me such look. Uhuk.
To be frank, I don't usually entertain my desire for food, dresses, bags etc for I have always being so save. (Exceptional when it comes to books, T.T. The temptation is a lot harder to resist.) But, tonight, I would just entertain my desire for food eventhough it did keep me thinking and doubting right before handing cash to my Adik to buy them. Eheh.
And not so long after that, when the yummy delicious chocolate ice cream goes and melts into my mouth. Masya Allah. Nikmatnya! Sedapnya! I am good at expressing the enjoyment of eating when it comes to ice creams, fresh fuits, and caffeinated drinks. And also dadih. Aha. My roomates would always laugh at me for that.
But then, I started to feel guilt. Yes, I did. I started to think. How lucky I am. How fortunate I am. Feeling like eating ice cream, and tadaa, here you go, a bowl of chocolate ice cream right in front of my eyes. I am lucky. I am fortunate. Alhamdulillah ya Allah.
Last week and the week before, I had been watching Potret Bersamamu. The week before, it was about one family who struggle on treating their children suffering from Thalassemia. Tears rolled down my cheek when one of the children cried and wept saying "Adik-adik makan ubi kayu sebab saya." and she kept repeating it feeling so guilt about it. The production crew had to hug her in order to calm her down. Allah.
Compared to them, I am fortunate enough to be borned in a not-too-poor-nor-too-rich family. My father is a retired military officer and my mother is a domestic engineer a.k.a a full time housewife. Alhamdulillah. But then, I realised one thing. Astaghfirullah. How selfish I am.
I remembered one story about Sirri as-Saqhti written by my beloved murobbi, Ustaz Muhadir Bin Haji Joll in Keajaiban Firasat : 63 Kisah Pengubat Jiwa. Sirri as-Saqthi was a very pious and virtuous wali of Allah. For thirty years of his life, he had been reciting Istighfar for his mistake of reciting Alhamdulillah. How come reciting Alhamdulillah would end up to be a mistake?
For a wali of Allah like Sirri as-Saqhti, it was a mistake. Why? Because there was one day fire had occured in Baghdad and one man came to see Sirri as-Saqhti telling him that his shop was not on fire like the other shops did. Sirri as Saqhti then recited Alhamdulillah.
But then,he realised that he had only think of his own good not others, so that was why he kept on reciting Istighfar. Allah. What a great iman he had. While reading the book, the story about Sirri as-Saqhti sure did leave a big mark in my heart. I was touched by the story. No wonder he became a wali of Allah. May Allah SWT bless him and grant him with Jannah.
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p/s: Sanah helwah to my beloved Adilatul Husna Bt Arfiee, ukhti habibati. Uhibbuki fillah ya sodiqati. My Chekodok Conan is now 19. May Allah bless you dear. Saranghae saranghaeyo. C:
p/s: And congrats to Pak Su, Mak Su and Hanan for having a new baby girl. Kak Hanan tak boleh nakal-nakal dah lepas nih.
p/s: Both are my beloved. Adiey and adik baru Hanan (tak tahu lagi nama, perhaps Nur Nuha.) May Allah bless them and make them among the muslimah solehah fi dunya wal akhirah. Amin. C:
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sy nk aiskrim vanilla :P