We have become slaves (Prologoue)

As the talk of freedom looms in the days that are coming. Fireworks of joy erupts and glow the lonely and dark skies into flashes of light. Millions of cheers erupt and fill the silent night with sounds of joviality. Songs of merriness fill the air of gloom that has long waited for it. We are free.. Freedom for us we shout with joy and pride.We are no longer trapped in the hold of those gluttonous invaders.That robbed our wealth,that dirtied our soil with blood of terror and snatched our sense of joy and humility.

Thousands gathered and began the relentless chatting of Merdeka.The drums start the hum of voices that fills the sky and turning it bright with light. But i ask you..Are we really free? Is it that we are seing today is the freedom that we have vision for so long or is it just a deception so that our eyes become blind,we start to relax and our steps become slower and weaker. When the time comes, all those hounds prowling on the shadow of the night that have been relentlessly staring at holes of penetration where they can grab each one of us alive and bring back to their den to be sacrificed.

When We Start to Forget

As the sun rise from the east and the light shines up on the horizon. Our eyes open to a new day with a new hope. We wake up with a smile thanking that we have been given another chance to prove our worth as a human. But alas how sad it seems that sometimes days passed and we spent it without concern. Times seems like its just a commodity of the past. We treasure gold, we treasure power, we treasure our dignity, we treasure our country, our pride, our life but we have forgotten that time is the most precious thing that we have wasted. Like streams of water flowing fluidly with ease, without any hindrance we have let go of our time. Time that will never come back. Time that will haunt us in the future, make us regret what we have done, make us cry and ponder over what we have done.But is it of any use? Can we unwind the annals of history that we have threaded in a futile and absurd pursuits? Pursuits of our lustful never ending desires which can NEVER be fulfilled.
Oh my fellow friends. Wake up from the seemingly never ending slumber fresh and refresh and let us together strive for the future and fulfil the task we have been sent for. As a father,as a mother,as a doctor,as a teacher,as a lecturer,as anything as ever and as a servant of the Almighty Observer. These people says: Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them(D.Boucicault). Day is A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent(A.Bierce).You may delay, but time will not(B.Franklin) and My LOrd Says in the Holy Quran Chapter 103 verse 1-3 (alAsr)

1. By Al-'Asr (the time).

2. Verily! Man is in loss,

3. Except those who believe (in the one and only Lord) and do righteous good deeds, and recommend one another to the truth (i.e. order one another to perform all kinds of good deeds (maáruf) which Allâh has ordained, and abstain from all kinds of sins and evil deeds (munkar)which Allâh has forbidden), and recommend one another to patience (for the sufferings, harms, and injuries which one may encounter in Allâh's Cause during preaching His believe in Allah.)

The Infinite Yearning

Bismillahirahmanirrahim

In the name of Allah the most merciful and forgiving
When live starts to go stale not moving
And the tears from your cheeks are flowing
What is wrong with you oh my fellow being?
Is it the thought of life not progressing?
Or of humanly love that the heart is longing?
Or that possession of worldly belongings
That the desire is craving?

When at times you’re in despair
And life seems like there’s nothing to spare
As disobedience becomes your order of the day
When the time comes what will you say?
How many tears will you shed away?
To wash the sins that Atid has engraved
Even though they say you are brave
To face only Izrail your body will tremble
And everything you have will be left in shambles

_hyker2holy@may 2008_
*during those jobless time...*

An asnwer to a friend

Its been a long time since these hands starts typing what it likes the most (words).But its a pity it comes out mostly in English (which is not my native language).And if these fingers of mine could talk and tell others it’s pitiful stories. Then ocean of tears will roll down from hundred of cheeks.Everyone have good characters and traits.But to increase it to a higher level where even others will benefit from our good characters and distinguish traits is an effort every
men and women should be making. It is our responsibility after all but alas it seems like everyone is keeping mull over this important task.

Now if we wonder and then we ponder and then we start to wander around what do we see? Are we really concern about these things happening around us? Did we ever contemplate or reflect what others are really going through when they deliberately or out of jahalat neglect the orders of the Almighty?It seems like an everlasting and an uphill task to bring about good transformation but it is not an impossible task if you remember that Allah is always by the side of those who helps his religion to prosper. If you could not influence the elders try the youngsters, if you cannot influence the unlettered try the learned, if you cannot influence the rich try the poor, but whatever you do don’t give up and surrender. Be strong and look from the good perspective of all these.

Look deep into your soul and search for answers.Wish something will come there to assist you and change the storm brewing there into a mellow breeze.

And when the keyboard starts rolling

Assalamualaikum and warm greetings from a fellow being somewhere on this world who is still trying his best to make an impact of his presence felt. Seems like the euphoria of blogging has infected countles souls and innumerable minds..And another man comes into the fray as hundreds waste another day as empty as it could be.