Ya Ramadan!,

In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind

A blessed month is casting its shadow upon us
A night of this month is better than a thousand months
Bear with patience for the sake of Ar-Rahman
It's a continuous training to strengthen our Imaan.

Glory be to Allah who sent Ramadan as a mercy to mankind
Its a purification of our soul, our heart, and our mind
With the most sincere devotion and love we fast
To be cleansed and free from sins of the past

Glorified is He, who choseth this holy month,
To test our sabr and fill our hearts with warmth
Of his Divine Light, His blessings shall glow,
The Seer of the unseen, all He does know

Ya Allah! For thee, let my breath be more pleasant than musk
Ya Allah! For thee, let me be thankful when day turns to dusk
My thoughts and heart are purified, my eyes truly seek
This blessed month, the month of spiritual rhapsody!

Ya Allah! For thee, my life I shall live!
Ya Allah! For thee, my soul I shall give!
In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind,
Praise be to Allah, who sent Ramadan as a gift to mankind.

by Noor Syed
 



Been quite bogged down by work and other issues...and my precious 6280 had been sent for repair...due to my negligence..it's irreparable..now it has to be replaced...uwaaaaaaaaaa!...I might say, life as someone's fiancee this second time around is different....OH is immensely caring ,thoughtful and....it will take a zillion years to describe it..hehehee...and Abah likes him a lot!...I think my dad knows the best...well,I am scouring for a handphone yet again...:P


Dear Hady Mirza,

You're such a talented singer. I did not expect that you crooned one of my favourite songs, "Through the fire" by Chaka Khan.Whether you win or not, to me, you are the best Singapore Idol there ever existed. May Allah s.w.t showers you with good tidings wherever you are.Merci beaucoup.

Regards,
Kak Haz


Ramadhan

A pure month of full devotion,
Intense concentration on self cleansing,
Fasting and steadfast absolution,
At the end triumphs sing...

-Haze

Welcome the month of the holy Ramadhan......here is where I contemplate on my spiritual being....to all I wish a triumphant and blessed Ramadhan....may all our sins be forgiven by Allah s.w.t....insya'Allah


Rekindle

A forgotten memory disappear,
Disintegrated into the thin air,
Why did you come again so near?
Trapping me again into the lair?

-Haze

An old flame called me after being dormant for nearly 2 years.....sheeshhh....why now when I am attached?I belong to someone else now and am surrounded by immense felicity.....so please leave...the decision is ultimate...it's too late...attribute it to your own selfishness, Ewandy.........


A simple affair to mark hopefully the path to marital bliss...Insya'Allah...as for those who did not turn up,be rest assured,no grudges taken.Enjoy the partial peeks into the ceremony.


my favourite...fluffy yet enticing... 



errr.....dunno how to pose... 



His to me 



Mine to him 



Simply me 



My Butterfly


Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,
And the daft sun-assaulter, he
That frighted thee so oft, is fled or dead:
Save only me
(Nor is it sad to thee!)
Save only me
There is none left to mourn thee in the fields.

The gray grass is not dappled with the snow;
Its two banks have not shut upon the river;
But it is long ago--
It seems forever--
Since first I saw thee glance,
With all the dazzling other ones,
In airy dalliance,
Precipitate in love,
Tossed, tangled, whirled and whirled above,
Like a limp rose-wreath in a fairy dance.

When that was, the soft mist
Of my regret hung not on all the land,
And I was glad for thee,
And glad for me, I wist.

Thou didst not know, who tottered, wandering on high,
That fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind,
With those great careless wings,
Nor yet did I.

And there were other things:
It seemed God let thee flutter from his gentle clasp:
Then fearful he had let thee win
Too far beyond him to be gathered in,
Snatched thee, o'er eager, with ungentle grasp.

Ah! I remember me
How once conspiracy was rife
Against my life--
The languor of it and the dreaming fond;
Surging, the grasses dizzied me of thought,
The breeze three odors brought,
And a gem-flower waved in a wand!

Then when I was distraught
And could not speak,
Sidelong, full on my cheek,
What should that reckless zephyr fling
But the wild touch of thy dye-dusty wing!

I found that wing broken to-day!
For thou are dead, I said,
And the strange birds say.
I found it with the withered leaves
Under the eaves.

by Robert Frost

It's nearing....I am deadpan...
 



Last weekend was the P4 camp...torrid 3 days..I had to stay overnight on Sunday..haizz
..the gripes from the kids was expected...on the other hand, at least they learnt something,there was a degree of camaraderie between the kids, expecially the girls, as for the boys, 'lembik' macam nak mampos...what a shame.

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Teacher

Writing on a blank paper,
Iluminating the words written,
The sacrifices of a teacher,
can be remembered or forgotten...

-Haze

Touching souls, challenging minds...used to be the mantra of my previous school..it is true.....being an educator demands a gargantuan task....at the end of the road though, there are a few who acknowledges the touch or magical impact that a teacher had on their lives....and that really puts a smile on my face....Happy Teacher's Day to all my fellow compatriots.


Teacher's Day Dinner at Meritus Mandarin, great company albeit the bland food..from left, Nadiah, moi, Nura and Kak Munah while the one standing is Isnis...he's kinda popular now since he was quoted in the Straits Times yesterday regarding the Teacher's Day Rally that we had attended...he's a newbie...heh..Kak Muna and I used to be his CTs(cooperative teachers lah)