Tanah adalah daging kita..air adalah darah kita..

..will pulau batu puteh be adjudged ours?? dan akhirnya keputusan yang dinantikan dengan penuh debar rupanya tidak memihak kepada kita..
liciknya mereka ‘bermain sandiwara’ dengan nama perundangan yang dikuasai..
malangnya pemimpin yang kita harapkan rupanya kurang bijak ..
akhirnya tanah itu terlepas jua ke tangan singapura.
walau ia tidak sebesar pulau langkawi …walau ia cuma dikatakan hanya separuh padang bola sepak luasnya itu maka ia seolah-olah tiada harga..
malang sekali orang kita tidak tahu nilai maruah dan kedaulatan sesuatu tempat itu..
malang sekali.

Pembry park

boredom is a sign that something is wrong with the human life...
wear out, don't rust out, my hubby used to say..
so..when we are bored, we sometimes look about for a new pleasure..


makanya..
sempena meraikan kedatangan summer 08'
lebih kurang jam 9.30 am kamipun bertolak dari rumah..
kami gi beach yang berdekatan dengan pembery park ....taklah jauh sangat dari lampeter lebih kurang one hour je..fee entrance bagi bulan june dikenakan sebanyak £4..

alhamdulillah weather hari ni amat baik sekali dlm 21C...kiranya panas jugaklah...

breakfast with tortilla wrap and fried chicken di tepi pantai bersama angin
yang membawa pasir berterbangan..
that's lovely moment

my hubby sedang menyiapkan 'rumah' buat ball...
ia terpaksa ditanam separuh badan agar tidak dibawa angin

walaupun tak sempat nak berpicnic dgn wargalampeter ..sempat jugaklah aku bergambar dengan kak wan's family yang baru je sampai ketika kami dah bersiap nak balik

for me life is not made up of great sacrifices and duties
but of little things; in which smiles and kindness given habitually are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort

dandelion

sometimes we didn't realize in the common dandelion..
what beauty there is in a weed..if we see it..




dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way..
fringing the dusty road with harmless gold..
first pledge of blithesome May
which children pluck and full of pride, uphold..



how like a prodigal doth nature seem
when thou, for all thy gold so common art



thou teachest me to deem
more sacredly of every human heart
since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam of heaven
- byJames Russell Lowell



-antara koleksi kenangan ketika di carmathen-

sinis..

membaca dan meneliti berita dari akhbar perdana di Malaysia..membuatkan hatiku bergetar..marah..kesal dan takut..
gejala murtad sudah dinyatakan secara terang2 tanpa rasa segan mahupun takut..
betapa kini agama Islam dihina begitu sekali ..
inilah akibatnya apabila umatnya tidak memelihara dan mangamalkan segala suruhanNya.. inilah padahnya apabila pemerintah dan penganutnya sendiri memandang sinis perlaksanaan undang2 Islam..
apakah akan berlaku esok, lusa pada anak2 ku dan generasi Islam akan datang..

teringat aku mutiara hikmah daripada Sayyidina Abu Bakr al-Siddiq
sebagai renungan buat anak2ku tercinta:

Agama buat kehidupan di akhirat
harta buat kehidupan di dunia
di dunia orang yang tidak berharta berasa susah hati
tetapi orang yang tidak beragama merasa lebih sengsara

-kenangan dari dalam al-hamra'-spain07.

comfort and joy...

i don't know who wrote this..but i know what it says is very true ...
....sometimes the cure for depression or persistent anxiety is to divert the mind by a change and take time away from problems..

look backward with gratitude
look inward with hope
look upward with confidence

someone say..
sometimes..great moment should be forget
but usually great unhappiness must be 'away'
because life must go on




love has a hundreds gentle ends



..joy with little hands daisies

...joy exist only in self acceptance...seek perfect acceptance,
not a perfect life..

season of shadows without ends

ingin kurakamkan di sini kenangan di minggu2 awal bertamu seterusnya bergelar perantau..
it's extremely hard time but it was a challenged to me and my hubby ..how to carry on our live di bumi bertuah ini..

it's like the sea, relentless
wave after wave of bad words and curse..'go home paki..'
their teenage eyes full of hate..false histories
every fact read in the pages of 'the sun'
a blur of fiction and malice
spoon fed this poison for centuries
every word punctures my heart like a bullet
i'm estranged, alien..separate from all this in limbo belonging nowhere
anger fizzing in my belly like volcanic rock
my throat tense and dry
no more tears left to cry
every muscle contracted
my whole world dark and black
polluted with rage..sadness and ignorance
i'm defeated but not at war
each insidious incident scars my soul hardens my heart
makes it numb as cold stone
unbendable..broken..explored like my dreams
the spring flower suffocated by eternal snow
this season of shadows without end..

pesanan junjungan menjadi pegangan
sebagai azimat buat diri..

fear Allah wherever you are
and
follow up a bad deed with a good one
and
it will wipe it out
and
behave well towards people...