Inner Peace

When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, it is useless to seek it elsewhere. If you don't find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else. If there is to be any peace it will come through being, not having. Forgiving those who hurt us is the key to personal peace.

~Salam~

Vicious world

Whenever I leave the house to face the vicious world, there will always be senarios that I face which will change my perspective of the world.

A few days ago, hungry and temperamental, my family and I went to have lunch with relatives. The food place was crowded as usual. But for the sake of the family, I tolerated. These days I felt that I was stuck in a funk. Simply didn't feel right. When we were sitted, I noticed a family close to our table. A relatively young man, together with his siblings or children. Seriously, it was difficult to tell. But to me, it looked more like the eldest brother bringing his siblings out to eat. His siblings (a 9 year old sister and two 3 to 5 year old brothers) waited restless for their food while feasting their eyes on the big menu displays. Later on, I watched from the corner of my eyes, them eating chicken rice. The responsible sister carefully tucked her younger brothers into their chairs, prepared their meals and cautiously feed her brothers with a silver spoon. Graciously, the spoon moved to and fro from the rice to her brothers' mouth a few times before finally reaching her mouth. It was such a touching and nostalgic sight. Why? Because that sister reminded me of myself when I was her age. Her actions seem to mirror that of mine in my younger years. I could still remember the times when I would change my sister's smelly pampers, feed my brother, sing my sister to sleep, hold my brother's hand protectively as we cross the road... The memories were simply too much. Such a sight of unconditional love and care may appear to be seldom but they do exist.

Soon after, we left and went window shopping. While waiting for my mum and aunts outside a store, a young man who really looked like he could be in secondary school or my age even, caught my attention. He was working as a cleaner in the shopping mall. He looked like such a decent fellow. But what caught my eye was he had a forlorn look on his face that I couldn't help but feel for him too. The way others looked at him and treated him was distinct. Maybe because of his line of work. But why should people be treated differently merely because he's doing honest work? Why are there stigmas associated to certain line of duties and occupations? In this world, there are no small jobs but only small people.

I suppose that is the way humans are. To look down on people labelled as 'lowly' just because...Because society says(or dictates) what is right, wrong, acceptable,unorthodox, weird and etc. Ergo, humans being weak, foolish and easily influenced, conform to the rules stated by society.

Back to the story..The young man continued his work. The forlorn look still on his face. There and then, I whispered a prayer, hoping that somehow life will be better for him and that he'll be happy or happier.
After that incident, I reflected upon everything...I am just grateful and happy to be given a loving family, to be given a chance to love them and be loved by them, to have good friends who are still friends with me even after being exposed to my eccentric ways and thoughts, to have a strong roof over my head, to have clean water and healthy(questionable considering the kinds of sinfully delicious healthy and unhealthy food in Singapore) food, to be able to keep my faith close to heart. The list is simply too long. The Almighty keeps giving me blessing after blessing that it seems countless now. There are good times and bad times when sometimes all you can say is Alhamdullilah. That was the time....And I was out of my funk. I felt right. I felt hopeful. I felt happy. I felt the peace within. Wait, I should really change the 'felt' to 'feel'. I truly feel right, feel hopeful, feel happy, feel the peace within even up to this moment.

And all of a sudden, the world didn't seem that vicious anymore...

~Salam~

Things Happen...

Lately I have been encountering some strange incidents.
One funny example would be...

On a dark night as I was crossing the road with my sister, as usual I looked right and left and right again. Its just me being paranoid about crossing roads. It was dark because of the cloudy skies looming over my area. Its really cold and chilly up north. Yes, as we were crossing the road, I noticed a black coloured car reaching to a halt before the red light. Due to my curious nature, I tried to see who the driver was. Even though the window screen was tinted, the astonishing brightness of Singapore's street lamps allowed me to clearly see who the driver was and what he was doing. Obviously I didn't know who the driver was but to my surprise he was busy rearranging the contents of his nose with his finger. What a sight... I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I think he thought that since its a dark night and his window screens are tinted, NO ONE would see him doing his favourite past-time. I continued to cross the road (laughing still). People would probably think I'm crazy for laughing by myself... Only if they knew what I saw...

Another example would be....

Just yesterday night something strange happened. As usual, I was awake in the wee hours of the morning. My sister was sleeping on the bed and I was on the lower bed(the bed that can fit under another bed). The sound of the TV and the fan blades whipping the air filled the room. Those were the only things I heard for some time. All of a sudden, I heard a cricket-like noise. It was very distinct. The first time I heard it, I totally ignored it. Then I heard it the second time! This time I took it seriously. Why? Because my room has a long history of inviting unwanted guests from the wild. Especially when its the rainy season...Only God knows what enters my room then... Yes, the second time I heard the cricket-like noise, it piqued my curiosity and my investigative senses heightened. It seemed that the noise was 'moving'. That means that 'thing' is moving. The third time I heard it again, it was much much nearer to me. It sounded like it was coming from the side of my bed. Coming from the space in between my bed and my sister's bed. I got a little scared. Because for a moment I thought it was some strange lizard lurking around. And I HATE lizards. 


 Uncertain, I called my brother into my room. Since he is a 'man' and much 'bigger and taller' than me and usually men handle this kind of situation better than women, I thought he could handle whatever that 'thing' is. He came in, lifted my bed up to check what was underneath it. There was nothing. He checked my whole bed, the corners, the edges... There was nothing peculiar. 


So I thought it was very strange. Am I just hearing things? That seems to be the logical explanation since I've been living on sleep deprivation. Eyes on the TV, my hearing trying to detect that 'thing'... My sister then woke up. She was thirsty. She drank a glass of cold water, plopped back into bed and dozed off. My curiosity was still focussed on that 'thing'. I tried to detect the noise again but there was nothing but the noise of the TV. It seemed like the noise stopped.


 Next morning I found out that that 'thing' actually exist. It turned out that the noise was coming from my SISTER! Apparently the 'cricket-like' noise was her snoring. After living with her for soo long only now do I find out that she makes peculiar snoring noises when she sleeps. Just like her father(but my father's snoring is a little worse)...

The things you encounter daily... That's life :)

~Salam~

Life as you live it

Life is full of beauty. See it. Open your eyes and really see. See the bumble bee buzzing about like no one's business, the innocence in the eyes of the small child, and the faces brimming with happiness. Feel the rain with every droplet pouring on your skin. Feel the wind gently caressing your hair. Observe how the waves on the beach carelessly wash away the hidden sand from under your toes. Smell the lovely morning breakfast even though its simply toasted bread. Observe how a simple greeting or witty comment brings a smile on someone's face, making their day.

Live your life to the fullest potential, believe in the beauty of your dreams and fight for them.

~Salam~

I want but I need...

I want to be rich
Just like having a mansion by the beach

I want to be beautiful on the outside
Because these days no one cares what's on the inside

I want to adorn my flawless skin
With pearl necklaces and diamond rings

I want to wear designer clothes and shoes
Just like Louis Vuitton, Chanel and Jimmy Choos

I want to be a person of intellect
To mercilessly climb the corporate ladder knowing I'm the only one perfect

I want my voice to be heard
To sway and control everyone to follow my herd

I want to be renowned like a celebrity
Only to have people wave at me and doubt my integrity

I want to be known for my independence
So no man will ever be my precedence

I want to be a person of generosity
Only by donating in front of the press in the name of charity

I want to be happy
To live my dreams in a big house so empty

But what I've come to realize is this
I do not need all of the above
What I truly need is 

I need to be rich
With inspiring stories to tell my children to reach their niche

I need to be beautiful on the outside
But more beautiful on what counts; the inside

I need to adorn my flawless skin
With nothing but praises for God with what He has given

I need to wear designer clothes and shoes
Lovingly made by my mother and sisters so I can just choose

I need to be a person of intellect
Yet be humble and modest knowing that I'm not always correct

I need my voice to be heard
By my family, my children as they treasure my every word

I need to be renowned like a celebrity
Only to those who matter and love me unconditionally

I need to be known for my independence
Yet need to love and be loved by a man with confidence

I need to be a person of generosity
From my little gestures of kindness to simply imparting virtuosity

I need to be happy
To be free, to be me with my family
To just be...

Rusydiah

~Salam~

I dream, I believe

Some time ago, well, wasn't that long ago, I came to the turning point of my life. I'm still in that turning point. I've been stalling ever since. It is hard to decide to go left, right, straight or just go back to where I came from. Sometimes I wish that time would just go to a standstill. Why? So that I can enjoy the moment. I love the moments I am in now. Its comforting. There are decisions to be made. Life-changing decisions. I was imagining myself ranting and raving about some comments that people made these last few days. But I decided to restrain myself. But I do have a reply for them.

I wish to be a balanced person. Honestly, I'm in love with the arts. Sadly, my actions and being a 'science' student doesn't reflect that. Being a 'science' student is a norm I've conformed to. But all the while, my heart feels restless, as if it wants to break free from all the uniformity around. Only now do I realize that conformity really isn't my cup of tea. Plus I hate tea  (darn high caffeine content). I dream to be a person educated in the arts and science fields. Is it possible? I believe it is possible. A teacher once said to me 'A successful person is one ordinary person who puts in extraordinary effort to achieve his dreams'. I dream to be that ordinary person.

Some people have said something along the lines of 'Don't be foolish. Do something practical and sensible. Do something that can land you a job in future'.

I'll be brutally honest. I am sick and tired of being practical or sensible. I have been doing that for too long that it sickens me. Why? Because it involves conforming to what society thinks (or instructs) is the 'right' thing to do. The 'practical' thing to do. These social patterns of conformity is ever so common these days tht I doubt anything or anyone is sincere anymore. I am PROUD to say that I am not going to conform.

Another thing, having a 'job' and having a 'career' are TWO totally different things. I believe that a 'job' means 'a piece of work'(as stated in the dictionary) that you've landed because of your qualifications. Meanwhile, a 'career' means a profession that you have not only because of qualifications but passion, drive and love for it. Seriously, I don't see the point to be stuck in a field just because people tell you to do so or being stuck in a field that you have no interest and passion for. You know why. Open your eyes and see honey because it is love that keeps us going. If you love something so much, you'll try your best to make it and somehow the world too will conspire to bring you success. We are all human beings aren't we? Constantly seeking for comfort, love and care in every aspect of our lives.

I'll keep on dreaming hopefully for a future that I'll love.

I dream to be different

Because I wish to be unique

I dream to be balanced

Because my curiosity is easily piqued

I dream to be a loyal daughter

Because my parents deserve one

I dream to be a loving sister

Because I'm used to hating none

I dream to pursue the arts

Because it has always been in my heart

I dream to be knowledgeable in science

Because I've always seek balance

I dream for peace in my heart.

Because it is hard to live without

I dream to be a caring friend.

Because I know not of how to offend

I dream for my heart to be stolen.

Because I'll wait for someone else's heart in return.

I dream for happiness

Because don't we all deserve some kindness

I dream to be a good person

Because doesn't the world need more of better humans

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

I'm a believer.

Are you?

~Salam~

I'm loving it

Salam! Below are some visual entertainment that I thought was amusing, cute and simply priceless. Especially of the small boy. Children are little angels on earth.

Muslim McDonald

~by Telpo 

I'm really loving this. Creative.

muslim spiderman omg

~ by katrasa

And this image has never crossed my mind before.

muslim

~by tata-mf

Same goes for this one. SuperMuslim. I'm in the process of being one. Insya-Allah

Ethiopia muslim boy islam

~by ademmm

Adorable isn't he?
God's gift to mankind.

Love To All

~

Alhamdullilah

Thank you Allah for everything that you have given me.

All the blessings that you have given me: Alhamdullilah.
When good things happen, sometimes all I can say is Alhamdullilah.  And when bad things happen, sometimes, all I can say is Alhamdullilah. I really do not need to count my blessings because everyday you bestow blessings on us all.
 I believe in the destiny that you've planned for me. And I believe that I too have to play my part by working hard and pray that insya-Allah you can make it happen.

A few days ago, I was awaiting for my A level results. Day by day, my heart would beat a little faster. when the day came, I felt pretty much numb. All I wanted was for my parents to be happy with my results. When I asked my father about it before receiving my results, all he said was that " Tak kisah ayah nak my children happy dan akhlak yang baik tu aje" (I don't really care about results as long as my children are happy and have good manners/attitudes).

That made me tear up. Looking at my mother's face, her smiling all the way. Breaks my heart if I can't make her happy with my results. But I realize now that results don't mean a single thing to my parents. They just want us to be happy. For me to be happy is for my parents to be happy.

My intentions, my dreams, my aspirations, I always have my family and Allah in mind. Like am I doing the right thing? Will it be accepted? How would my family react? etc... I pray that Allah gives me the strength and iman to keep on pursuing the right thing. The thing that keeps my parents happy. As long as my parents are happy, I'm happy. There's nothing better than seeing the gentle smile forming across my dear mother's face.

Alhamdullilah for everything Allah.

For The Love