Friday, January 7, 2011

2 Different Stories

Erm.. 2 different stories from 1 source. One might cheer you up and make you smile ear to ear while another will make you start to ponder on anything.. Is it? Read it yourself then... (",)

Missing Husband

A woman went to police station to file a report for her missing husband.

Woman    : I lost my husband

Inspector : What is his height?

Woman    : I never noticed

Inspector : Slim or healthy?

Woman    : Not slim can be healthy

Inspector : Color of eyes?

Woman    : Never noticed

Inspector : Color of hair?

Woman    : Should be black

Inspector : What was he wearing?

Woman    : I don’t remember exactly

Inspector : Was somebody with him ?????????

Woman    : (Just in one breath...) Yes my Labrador dog (Romeo), tied with a golden chain, height 30 inches, healthy, blue eyes, blackish brown hair, his left foot thumb nail is slightly broken, he never barks, wearing a golden belt studded with blue balls, he likes non-veg food, we eat together, we jog together.

The woman started crying

Inspector : Let’s search for the dog first!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Priya married Hitesh on a bright day. At the end of the wedding party, Priya’s mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook with Rs.1000 deposit amount.

Priya's mother said, "Priya, take this passbook.Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there’s something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it’s about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I’ve done the first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh. When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you’ve had."

Priya shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.

This was what they did after certain time:

- 7 Feb    : Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage
- 1 Mar   : Rs.300, salary raise for Priya
- 20 Mar : Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali
- 15 Apr  : Rs.2000, Priya got pregnant
- 1 Jun     : Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted
…. and so on .…

However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. They didn’t talk much. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world…. No more love…

Kind of typical nowadays, huh?

One day Priya talked to her mother, "Mom, we can’t stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can’t imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!"

Priya's mother replied, "Sure, girl, that’s no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really can’t stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. You shouldn’t keep any record of such a poor marriage."

Priya thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record.

She looked, and looked, and looked.

Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears.

She left and went home.

When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.

The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Priya.

She found a new deposit of Rs.5000 and a line next to the record,

"This is the day I notice how much I’ve loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you’ve brought to me."

They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.

Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired?

I did not ask. I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone through all the good years in their life.

When you fall, in any way,
Don’t see the place where you fell,
Instead see the place from where you slipped,
for Life is about correcting mistakes..

Credit to forwarded email, again... (",)

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

New Hope

O ya Allah..

It's already year 2011. I really hope I can load myself with beautiful memories. No more anger, no more prejudice and whatsoever. I just need to calm myself in whatever situations, believe in myself, have faith in me, learn from mistakes and learn from others and the most important is, think positive. Think positive, please.. think positive.

What goes around comes around. If I have done my best, then why should I feel sorry for anything. So the point is, I need to strive to improve myself and I have to strive for success. Erm there's a say,

"Kalau kita sentiasa memikirkan masa lalu yang ditinggalkan, maka sukarlah untuk kita bangkit menghadapi masa hadapan yang tentunya lebih banyak cabaran.."

New Hope..

During 1st Muharram, I've made a promise to myself.. I really need to control myself for I am a muslim, amar makruf nahi mungkar. That's for my hijrah, insyaAllah.

Hope alone isn't enough for determination comes along with the prayer and just then we can hope for the best. After everyhting I've done, trial and error, there's just one solution in which I find very helpful and useful to guide all muslim, that is, never ever leave your kalamullah behind. Quran is the light, nur for all muslim.

Quran is the guidance for us to be strong in facing real life situations and seek for jannah.

And so, I'd like to share this song sings by Yusuf Islam entitled Our Guide is the Quran..

Our guide is the Qur’an 
Our Religion is Islam
Five Noble Pillars upholding what is virtuous
 To make the Testimony is the base of the Faith, and the Fast, and the Prayer, the Pilgrimage and Charity.

Dusturuna-al Qur’anu
Wa Deenuna-al Islamu

Arkanuhu Jaleelah da’aimun Fadheelah
 Wa hiya ash-Shahadatani, qa’aidatul Iman, wa-as Sawmu, Wa-as Salatu, Wa-al Hajju, Wa-az Zakatu