Riding

My husband loves to go riding his super bike. Occasionally he will go riding with his bike group. They will ride in big numbers up to 30 bikes. I guess what makes him loves it is because people tent to stare at big bikes that emit loud noises. And the sheer feeling of freedom seeing the vast world and feeling the open air. Each time he went out on his riding trip leaving me and Aiman at home I would feel lonely. I can't go with him because there'll be nobody to take care of Aiman. And I won't feel comfortable mingling with the bikers. 

My opportunity came one day when my husband, out of the blue, asked me to join him on an unplanned riding trip, just the two us us and no other rider. All my kids were at my hometown with their grandparents. I accepted with mixed feeling, happy that finally I can join him like what I had always asked from him and doubtful if I can stand the whole long journey sitting behind him on a bike. I just followed my heart.

We started riding at 2.30 p.m. on that day. We planned to go to Cherating, a famous beach area. We had to stopped at a few places to rest and drink and also to wear rain coat when it started to rain. Riding behind my husband I'm beginning to understand why he loves riding. We can see a whole lot more from behind a bike as compared to a car. And surprisingly, riding is not even half the tiredness. I was profoundly happy.

Throughout the whole trip my eyes were stuck at the natural beauty all around me. Everything reminds me of the greatness of Allah. If this world can be this beautiful then I can't imagine how beautiful heaven is. Allah has created the world for the benefits of mankind but yet we betray Him by not worshipping Him or not following Allah's every command which is for our own benefits actually. When we become good muslims we are making our own live meaningful by being a good son/daughter, husband/wife, friend, coworker, relative, neighbor, etc. Allah don't need us but it is we that need Allah. 

We spend one night in Cherating and the second night in Kuala Terengganu. We ventured to a lot of places like Cherating beach, Pasar Payang, Cristal Mosques, Losong (where we ate the famous, delicious keropok losong) and Batu Buruk beach. Last weekend (after a lapse of three weekends) we had our second lone trip together to Cameron Highland. 

Thank you Allah for everything that You have given us - the beautiful world, this wonderful nucleus and extended family of mine, great neighbors, great students. Thank you for every single blessing.

May Allah bless us all.

Watching my students grow in terms of iman (faith) and amal (actions) is like watching a flower bud protruding from its branch, growing bigger and finally blooming. It's fascinating. My part? I'm just someone they meet along the way, learn a few things from me and then they move on along the road and leaving me fast behind. 

Thank you Allah or giving me the opportunity, strength, and ideas to make my moves. To think of it, Allah always give me insights along the way. Ideas of what to do, what to say, how to overcome all the obstacles along the way. So many helps from Allah along the way. 

The best policy from my experience is to stay humble all the way. I never once think that I'm better than my students (or any one for that matter) for I never know maybe that person is better in the hereafter than me. We never know our own destiny what more other people's destiny. So never think that we are better than any one else.

Me must accept that all of us come from all kinds of back grounds. Some of us never perform prayer, some of us never cover our hijab, some of us always utter three letter words, some of us drinks but Allah is always giving us another chance to change and revert back to our fitrah or nature. It is our fitrah to acknowledge that there is only one mighty God or else there will be a lot of wars among gods. Even an atheist will ask to the one and only god when in deep trouble like almost drowning. Let's not turn to Allah only in times of trouble. Think of Allah in our every breath. Think of Allah when we see a baby growing from not even knowing to suck milk from her/his mother to knowing to ride a bicycle. Think of Allah when we see leaves waving due to the unseen breeze. Think of Allah when we see birds flying by flapping its wing, then just glide in the air before flapping its wings again. Think of Allah when a husband see his wife's stomach growing bigger and bigger carrying the unborn fetus, a baby that comes from the joining of two individuals. Think of Allah all the times, always, and constantly. Then we will have the strength to face anything and everything for  we know that Allah is always with those who think of Him all the times.

May Allah bless us all. Amin.

It has been a long time.....

It has been a long time since I last wrote in this blog. So much thing has happened. The good and the bad. But then again there should't be any 'bad' things if we take it positively.

I have been very busy this year. So much more to do this year compared to last year. But I'm trying to make the best of the little time I have left. Getting older means I'm nearer to my death. A lot of people has a taboo about death. To me it opens up a new door to a happier and permanent life. Where I can meet Allah, my creator and see Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him (p.b.u.h). Prophet Muhammad (p.b.u.h) said those who always think about death are the smart ones. 

My family has a lot of holidays this year. Maybe my husband realizes that family matters most. He's a workaholic not by nature but because he has high integrity about his job. To get it done and to get it done as well as possible. I guess I'm like that too but I always put my family as my first priority. I think  together we make a perfect balance.

Hope to keep on writing in this blog more often. Looking at the visitors of this blog that comes from all over the world I suddenly realize that I need to continue with my message through this blog. But for now this is all the time I have. Hope to 'see' you soon online. Peace be upon you.

May Allah bless us all. Amin.