“Sundae for Sunday” –Zawani.
Blessing
Sunday’s morning where one shouldn’t worry about getting late to the campus, or
get locked outside the lecture room due to the failure to follow the BE
PUNCTUAL rule. Laziness lingered around me, as I felt the comfort bed sheet
adhered closely to my skin, next to impossible to get ready and reach the loo.
Finally I woke up, ALHAMDULILAH :D
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As we drifted
to Cafe Coffee Day, I was wondering the definite meaning of freedom. 3oth April will
be the next continuous assessment, and the right moment to put a façade, the
productive student. The whole study week, I’m been thinking how to maximize the
time so that I could revise effectively. Wasting time will be a great sin in
the eyes. Sometimes I wonder do I utilize the time fully? My murabbi once told
me, somehow people will go after the definite thing that we believed to be withheld
in a certain period of time. Some occasion that
eyes can see, ears can hear and heart can feel, something more.. dunya. Exam? An
excellent example.
We tend
to forget about the promises in holy Quran. That in this date, this hour, this
minute, this seconds and this place, the Angel of Death is just right about to
take your soul away. And that’s the secret
that Allah never tell. We’ll never know when, where, how but we know, the TIME
WILL COME. One question, how FIRMLY we believe in that day and have faith in it?
We get ourselves drunk in the attachment in dunya till we
forget that we live in an oasis. We see
the mirage, we happy, but we forget that HEREAFTER is forever when our dunya is
over.
But I feel something deep.
I feel that the small gathering to bring ourselves another step forward to
The Almighty, is a great reward to myself. I feel like the burden ( whether I
had used the time equally for dunya and akhira’ ) is lifted off of my chest. I
enjoy the freedom. Time passing by without I even realized it. And this is not
the feeling after I had successfully completed the next level in online games or the
feeling after reading the medical book. It is neither good nor bad, but none of
adjective is available to describe the way I feel.
The
ukhuwah fillah. How sweet? We love each other because of Allah. The rapport is
built, insyALLAH tightly knotted until Jannah.
Upon
reaching the Coffe Day, we all ordered the menu. Sadly, there were only some
food and drinks available, due the unknown reasons. They shouldn’t provide such
menu then, the pictures were so tempting but the shocking head of the cashier- non-verbal signal the
beverages are unavailable were frustrating.
But I don’t want spoil my free Sunday, so I just ordered the
Mocha-Devil Own and a muffin with ice cream. After I received my balance, I noticed
something is not right. Slenderly, I kept the note between the fingers, and do some calculation in my brain. And yes, the cashier had given me the wrong balance.
Luckily my brain is not totally off in this holiday.
Apart
from Ru-z, Wani, Syikin and the M – Harisah, Nadirah also followed us. The
small talk started with me, reading the story of Al-Farooq – S. Umar
Al-Khattab. He was the tall, fierce and strict. He is willing to do anything for
Islam, like donating half of her wealth for military purposes and progression
of Islam. When he became the ruler, the nearby countries become inferior to the
empire he built. A spoken thought slip through my mind,
“
Umar were willing to sacrifice his
wealth for his religion. How about you?”. Monolog.
Harisah
came next about Abu Bakar and how faithful he was to the prophet. If Umar
donated ½ of his wealth, Abu Bakar gave away everything that he had for Islam.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Despite the fact that he was a rich merchant, he determined to
let go off his wealth, for good.
funky Ru-z
Shiqin
"Sundae"- she said.
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