Life.

Assalamualaikum wbt.
Alhamdulillah, just ended KIS and exams, oh finally *big smile*.
Result? It is just F-i-n-e, not that satisfying tho as i'm expecting more than that. And of course, i kept on complaining about my result, my stress being here to Wawa.

So yea, I ended up being scolded by her.

"Eeee. can you just stop whining? You asked Allah to grant your dua' to be in here and He did. But now, you end up complaining, being such an ungrateful servant! There's a lot more people whose having difficulties and even worse than you had but they don't even show a sight of despair. Haih. Have some shame on yourself!"

I'm lost at word.
Pergh!
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Well, to be honest, it is true what she had said. People out there had to face even greater problem compared to mine. But then, they never complain like i did. Siggh~ Why i can't never be grateful?! Just imagine, those who in syria, palestine, mesir, they're facing with A REAL PROBLEM. I mean, hey, it's all about their life, will they be alive for today, or they're going to be killed soon? And some people had to starve to death cause there are no food AT ALL!

And mine, is like heaven and earth to be compared with theirs.
Allahuakbar!
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Since i entered SESTER, i really feel that i had changed a lot, i mean to the positive side. Alhamdulillah. I met vary kind of people, and everyone has a different behavior, obviously. From that, I try to learn not to judge people easily. People may look different outside, but actually they own such a beautiful heart. And the most precious things i learned here is, to appreciate people around you, especially your family members. I can say that i miss them almost every single day and night. And my parents always had been my inspiration to make me study even harder. They had sacrifice a lot, seriously. And i always bear in my mind that "I'm not going to make all those money mama and abah had spent to be a sheer of waste." Argh~ i miss my family. *crying inside* sobs.

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And here, one of my dream became true. Alhamdulillah. During the KIS (karnival islam sester), I was chosen to represent Gamma in ustazah muda contest. At first i was like "No way! this is hard seriously!" i don't even have the experience delivering speech or public speaking, and how on earth i'm going to do this? A few days before the competition, i just started to do my new text, and i can barely memorize everything! It was such a nerve wreck and i was so nervous to the max.

But,

as the day come,

I dare myself to step infront, facing all the aspuri, with one things i bear in my mind,

"This is how you're going to convey your dakwah najjah! "

 Alhamdulillah, i managed to make myself and even the audience to burst into tears (and i hope that my dakwah will be effetive inshaallah). It's not that i want to brag about this, but what i'm trying to say is, your nawaitu.

It's been my dream to convey dakwah, give preach to others.

And as i've said before, all of us are daie, the messenger. So, it's is our duty to convey dakwah.

Yes, frankly speaking, it was hard. But, hey, Rasulullah had to face hardship even more than us, sacrifice almost everything for the sake of ummah, but why can't we sacrifice ourselves too?

Hmm. A question that remain unanswered.
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A life is a journey that has so many path to choose, and yes, we're the one whose going to choose the best path for ourselves. 
But, life isn't permanent. Life will go on. Obviously, it has an end. 
Our life in here is like a R&R where we only stop by, and soon will continue to the everlasting destiny, the hereafter

And i, had chose to be in SESTER.

A place where i can hijrah. A place where i'm facing with lots of difficulties. A place where i can spread dakwah. A place where I learnt new things almost everyday. This place is just beyond amazing.

Thanks Allah for this precious gift You had granted to me.


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