solla alaikallah...
(marking the maulidurrasul)
i'd like to share what i got from what i've gone through these past couple of weeks...
i don't usually involve my already messed up mind with politic talks...but Egypt's politic crisis seems to be affecting me now...i know it's a difficult time for most of us...but it blossoms out wonderful reminders...
i never dream of coming back home for this winter holiday starting last december (after failing to persuade my parents) but Allah has His better plans...:D
who would imagine by Mubarak being stubborn enough to hold on to his "throne" despite the protest throughout his country secure us free seats back to MALAYSIA!!! thanx to every single entity who had worked out to ensure our safety...May Allah bless you for resting our love ones mind from worries...:D
so, by the day they asked us to evacuate our cosy home in mounira to be safe in DMAK (or ARMA a better known name for us- the Malaysian Hall), i've set my mind to pack for just 4-5 days in Abbasiyyah. not comprehending the massiveness of the problem i was in...and suddenly i was flown to Jeddah in 5 days and to KL in another 4 days...we were informed that only 7 kgs of stuffs were allowed to bring along with us to Jeddah...7kg including our hand luggage...and mind you, the weighing conditions are very strict! (skemanyer kitorg mase tu...hehe)
at that moment, i literally felt like my heart was shredded into tiny pieces...can you imagine leaving all your belongings?...not knowing when we will come back to rescue them?
i was really confused with what i should bring back along with me...if i could, i wanna ship back every single thing in my room (yup, including my furnitures!)...
with very limited time to pack and my friends in the Malaysian Hall so worried that we went back home to fetch our "important things"...i decided to grab stuff randomly...(owh i miss my blanket....)
in the bus on feb 4th, as we headed towards the airport "lounge", it occurred to me...
it must've been more difficult for the Muhajireens in Makkah to go out and hijrah to Madinah,
apart from leaving ALL their belongings, they were actually born in Makkah and Makkah is their hometown...
but me...i've only been staying in Egypt for 4 and half years, and was allowed to bring back at least 7 kg of my stuff with me...
now i appreciate the value of the Muhajireens sacrifices to help our beloved Prophet and ensure that Islam spread throughout this world.
and i realized that i might not be able to go through their obstacle...
and i understood now why it is a HUGE matter that they've left ALL their belongings...(it was precisely recorded in the alQuran)
but am i actually moving to a better place?
a question popped out through my mind...how was it to our beloved Prophet at that time? leaving the place where he grew up, with his families, got married and drew up wonderful and meaningful memories... for us...
salam maulidurrasul...remember our Prophet always, He missed us even before we were born...who would love us that much???
*be good on me Malaysia! don't spoil me...hehe...
*ana misri...go go Egypt!
(marking the maulidurrasul)
i'd like to share what i got from what i've gone through these past couple of weeks...
i don't usually involve my already messed up mind with politic talks...but Egypt's politic crisis seems to be affecting me now...i know it's a difficult time for most of us...but it blossoms out wonderful reminders...
i never dream of coming back home for this winter holiday starting last december (after failing to persuade my parents) but Allah has His better plans...:D
who would imagine by Mubarak being stubborn enough to hold on to his "throne" despite the protest throughout his country secure us free seats back to MALAYSIA!!! thanx to every single entity who had worked out to ensure our safety...May Allah bless you for resting our love ones mind from worries...:D
so, by the day they asked us to evacuate our cosy home in mounira to be safe in DMAK (or ARMA a better known name for us- the Malaysian Hall), i've set my mind to pack for just 4-5 days in Abbasiyyah. not comprehending the massiveness of the problem i was in...and suddenly i was flown to Jeddah in 5 days and to KL in another 4 days...we were informed that only 7 kgs of stuffs were allowed to bring along with us to Jeddah...7kg including our hand luggage...and mind you, the weighing conditions are very strict! (skemanyer kitorg mase tu...hehe)
at that moment, i literally felt like my heart was shredded into tiny pieces...can you imagine leaving all your belongings?...not knowing when we will come back to rescue them?
so melodramatic...hehe
with very limited time to pack and my friends in the Malaysian Hall so worried that we went back home to fetch our "important things"...i decided to grab stuff randomly...(owh i miss my blanket....)
in the bus on feb 4th, as we headed towards the airport "lounge", it occurred to me...
it must've been more difficult for the Muhajireens in Makkah to go out and hijrah to Madinah,
apart from leaving ALL their belongings, they were actually born in Makkah and Makkah is their hometown...
but me...i've only been staying in Egypt for 4 and half years, and was allowed to bring back at least 7 kg of my stuff with me...
now i appreciate the value of the Muhajireens sacrifices to help our beloved Prophet and ensure that Islam spread throughout this world.
and i realized that i might not be able to go through their obstacle...
and i understood now why it is a HUGE matter that they've left ALL their belongings...(it was precisely recorded in the alQuran)
but am i actually moving to a better place?
a question popped out through my mind...how was it to our beloved Prophet at that time? leaving the place where he grew up, with his families, got married and drew up wonderful and meaningful memories... for us...
salam maulidurrasul...remember our Prophet always, He missed us even before we were born...who would love us that much???
*be good on me Malaysia! don't spoil me...hehe...
*ana misri...go go Egypt!
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