Happy New Year!
To all those who celebrate the new Gregorian Year,
I wish them Happy New Year!
May the new year bring you Happiness, Prosperity and Progress in your dealings in this world.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Eidul Adha Mubarak!
To all my muslim brothers and sisters,
I wish them a happy Eidul Adha.
I would like to specially thank my one and only Sayang Manja for coming to my aid when I was down and helpless since without her I find no joy in life.
I love her very much with all my heart!
May Allah bless her and her family.
Ameen. Ya Rabbal 'Aalameen!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
December Rain
It's been raining these past few days and both of us were kind of busy with our own commitments.
This is what I wrote for my Sayang Manja --
It's been raining heavily
But my heart feels heavier.
I'm missing you so badly
That it hurts so much.
Like the raindrops that filled this gloomy day,
My teardrops revealed my loneliness.
I miss you, my Sayang Manja!
~ A. Karim BAR
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Four Little Words or Four-Letter Words?
Subhanallah
Wal Hamdulillah
Astaghfirullah
Allahu Akbar
These are not words. They are the phrases that were playing in my mind as I try to keep my cool.
I admit. I am a fool. A stupid nincompoop even! Why do I bother to make ends meet? Why do I bother to ask concerned questions? Why do I bother trying my best to settle things?
I sacrificed my time. I used the precious moments when my family needs me to be home by being somewhere else with someone whom I thought would benefit our future. Alas! How wrong I was. Alhamdulliah, Allah made me realise it.
There won't be another time. As they say, 'Once bitten, twice shy.'
Come to think of it, I missed 'Hikmah' for the sake of meeting that someone who eventually spoilt my day!
And how was my day spoilt?
By the way I was greeted when she saw me. She yelled at me in the MRT station for not knowing where she was. I had sent messages asking her whereabouts. She shouted that she does not read sms.
Okay ... denoted. Looks like I cannot call her and I cannot message her.
I asked several concerned questions about her and all I get were rude sarcastic remarks.
Please note that I do not pick on things. I merely pointed out to her how she had greeted me. She just could not accept the fact that I was right. I end up picking up the pieces of whatever mess she had made of our relationship.
But the worst thing to happen was she muttering these four little words and I stopped being too concerned about her. I shall remember these four little words for although only four, I felt like a barrage of four-letter words upon my already broken fragile heart.
IT HURTS!
I felt a sharp pain inside me. The dagger that had killed Julius Ceasar had been plunged into my cardiac organ. Tears started welling in my eyes. She saw it and sniggered with a sense of accomplishment. Satisfied that I was unable to retort her last words.
I guess you want to know what the four words were.....
Wal Hamdulillah
Astaghfirullah
Allahu Akbar
These are not words. They are the phrases that were playing in my mind as I try to keep my cool.
I admit. I am a fool. A stupid nincompoop even! Why do I bother to make ends meet? Why do I bother to ask concerned questions? Why do I bother trying my best to settle things?
I sacrificed my time. I used the precious moments when my family needs me to be home by being somewhere else with someone whom I thought would benefit our future. Alas! How wrong I was. Alhamdulliah, Allah made me realise it.
There won't be another time. As they say, 'Once bitten, twice shy.'
Come to think of it, I missed 'Hikmah' for the sake of meeting that someone who eventually spoilt my day!
And how was my day spoilt?
By the way I was greeted when she saw me. She yelled at me in the MRT station for not knowing where she was. I had sent messages asking her whereabouts. She shouted that she does not read sms.
Okay ... denoted. Looks like I cannot call her and I cannot message her.
I asked several concerned questions about her and all I get were rude sarcastic remarks.
Please note that I do not pick on things. I merely pointed out to her how she had greeted me. She just could not accept the fact that I was right. I end up picking up the pieces of whatever mess she had made of our relationship.
But the worst thing to happen was she muttering these four little words and I stopped being too concerned about her. I shall remember these four little words for although only four, I felt like a barrage of four-letter words upon my already broken fragile heart.
IT HURTS!
I felt a sharp pain inside me. The dagger that had killed Julius Ceasar had been plunged into my cardiac organ. Tears started welling in my eyes. She saw it and sniggered with a sense of accomplishment. Satisfied that I was unable to retort her last words.
I guess you want to know what the four words were.....
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