<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:43:19.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes From the Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>"I observe life not like other people do, so I'm going to take my eyeballs and put them into you."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-8261636255659641667</id><published>2012-02-14T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:08:19.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what I would do for love. But no one ever asked me how far I would go, for loss.</title><content type='html'>http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2012/02/longest-shadow.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-8261636255659641667?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8261636255659641667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-know-what-i-would-do-for-love-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8261636255659641667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8261636255659641667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-know-what-i-would-do-for-love-but.html' title='You know what I would do for love. But no one ever asked me how far I would go, for loss.'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2151111643423295453</id><published>2012-02-14T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T08:38:58.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heal My Heart</title><content type='html'>Places and faces that she missed, and will miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to leave home at times like this, when the whole family is still grieving and picking up the pieces, but going back to Alex to pursue my studies is what Wan would have wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Che belajaq la rajin-rajin na, tu ja harapan Wan. Bila Wan xda nanti, Wan mai tengok anak cucu Wan hidup senang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, I will, InsyaAllah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Alex will heal my heart, like it always did before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2151111643423295453?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2151111643423295453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/heal-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2151111643423295453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2151111643423295453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/heal-my-heart.html' title='Heal My Heart'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-8925353900739857283</id><published>2012-02-14T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T05:40:08.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Study Tip</title><content type='html'>I've met students who could memorize all the words on a page but don't have a clue what those words mean. It's like memorizing a poem without understanding what the poet is trying to say. When you study, use the approach of wanting to understand the materials. That is the only study tip I can give you. (Prof. Steven Short)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-8925353900739857283?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8925353900739857283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/best-study-tip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8925353900739857283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8925353900739857283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/best-study-tip.html' title='The Best Study Tip'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-6064973397087934695</id><published>2012-02-12T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T07:53:45.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>Jumaah,10 February 2011. 11.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment in time that separated me, and my beloved Wan to two different worlds, of the Dunya, and the barzakh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to come back home for winter, I promised myself that I would brace myself for any possibilities, even death. I find it unbearable if he were to pass without me being there, by his side, as he breathes his last breath as he leaves this world to enter the next. Alhamdulillah, Allah SWT granted me time with him, even if it was just for a week, for me to be there for him, as he has been there for me the past 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss his advices, his warm , sometimes toothless smile, his random jokes, the fact that he would read the Quran for me whenever I had exams, and wait for me at the airport, or the jetty to greet his youngest grandchild home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 9, he read me verses from the Quran, so that I wouldn't be scared to go the sleep.&lt;br /&gt;At 19, I read Ya Seen for him at the end of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 9, he would hold my hand as we crossed the street. At 19, I held his  as we walked hand in hand, just so that he wouldn't slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah for giving me the strength to go through this.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for allowing me to be loved by such a wonderful grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah grant you Jannah, and I pray that I will see you there, someday, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall, and always will, miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-6064973397087934695?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6064973397087934695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/forever-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6064973397087934695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6064973397087934695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/forever-goodbye.html' title='Forever Goodbye.'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2002142779115808010</id><published>2012-02-09T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T00:39:45.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Muslim</title><content type='html'>‎"Allah is generous. I’m inspired to be a good human being, regardless of the countless times I fall short of it. Being a living example of Islam is a task greater than the intellect can fathom. Too often I think we place a burden on Muslims greater than they can bear. And I have witnessed the confusion and depression that occurs when one cannot live up to the high standards set for them by the religious community. So, if by saying “living examples of Islam” we mean simply doing your best and striving to be a better human being, then I agree. If we mean (and we often do) that it means being a Muslim that doesn’t make mistakes and is without flaw, then I don’t think this is a realistic goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal, is to simply be the best ME that I can. If that represents Islam then I’m grateful to my Lord. If it falls short then I blame only myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have our demons, flaws, and burdens. Guidance often enters the heart instantly but the habits and character traits take a lifetime to change. It is a process, not an event. We seek Allah’s aid in all the we do.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown. Thanks to my Egyptian friend Amira Omara for sharing this.Jazakallah khair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2002142779115808010?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2002142779115808010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/best-muslim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2002142779115808010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2002142779115808010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/best-muslim.html' title='The Best Muslim'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-1943434265949225097</id><published>2012-02-04T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T08:10:39.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Stop the Heart From Feeling</title><content type='html'>"But I just want to stop feeling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As far as I can tell, there's only one way to stop feeling and that's to die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That seems a bit drastic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is drastic. Perhaps the most drastic thing there is. There are other ways to kill feelings, like drinking a lot or working hard, constantly, pushing those around you as far away as possible until there's no way for you to reach out to them but ultimately, the only way to completely stop feeling, forever, is to die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure I'm ready for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good. You'll be a better person for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean that the most interesting, amazing people I've ever met, the ones who influenced and shaped the universe itself, are the ones that felt too much but lived through it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That sounds hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is. It involves living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2012/02/light-from-frozen-graves.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-1943434265949225097?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1943434265949225097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-stop-heart-from-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1943434265949225097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1943434265949225097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-stop-heart-from-feeling.html' title='To Stop the Heart From Feeling'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-5393521335935207311</id><published>2012-02-04T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T08:03:57.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I be the Hero for Once?</title><content type='html'>From http://niffirania.blogspot.com/2012/02/superheros-overrated.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;Peace be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment in time when all you ever want to be is a superhero and save the world.. or in my case, an oncologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I grew up being taken care of by one pair of sisters who'd lost their mother due to breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I grew up being the best friend of one pair of brothers who'd lost their father due to lung cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my cousins, the dearest bunch of them all.&lt;br /&gt;And not until quite recently, my grandfather has been diagnosed with prostate cancer at its 4th stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not blaming the disease, nor the Creator who'd destined this fate for them. Call it whatever, a death sentence? All of us have our dues. It's just a matter of time, of place, of cause and effect. It's just, a dreadful feeling to be stuck in between. To not have anything good, or beneficial to offer. To not yet be in the time where my hand is on the plate, together throwing the dice and breaking down options and decisions. It's like watching an outdated film being rolled before your eyes, time and time again.. with the worst part on repeat. And I'm the audience with my entire body strapped to the seat, unable to cringe or look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make things easier, better, lighter? I'm not yet an oncologist, not even a doctor. Even any of those back home couldn't do more than a few consultations and prescribe treatments. Well, that's what they do.. and beyond that, it's Someone else's job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of miles away, only the prayer of a child can be conveyed.. to the One up Above but very Near - for my Atok, please make light his suffering, and ease the pain coming from every inch of his body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-5393521335935207311?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5393521335935207311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/can-i-be-hero-for-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/5393521335935207311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/5393521335935207311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/02/can-i-be-hero-for-once.html' title='Can I be the Hero for Once?'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-8373271722612568246</id><published>2012-01-28T14:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:43:59.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet 17</title><content type='html'>I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.&lt;br /&gt;I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because I know no other way than this&lt;br /&gt;So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,&lt;br /&gt;So close that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Edited version of Pablo Neruda's Sonnet 17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-8373271722612568246?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8373271722612568246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/sonnet-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8373271722612568246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8373271722612568246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/sonnet-17.html' title='Sonnet 17'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-8465385850857916511</id><published>2012-01-28T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T09:56:24.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes for the One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hope,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;you can be the Imam of my solah, and our family, and I will be your makmum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;you can tell our children about the stories of the prophets, and I'll listen too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;that you will be a good listener, because I like to tell stories, sometimes over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;that you like to travel, so that we can see the world together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;you'll lend me a shoulder to cry on, because on my worst nights I cry myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;you're into music like me, so we can play sweet music together, and I'll sing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;you love to take photographs too. We'll take thousands of them together, and show them to our grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;you'll help me to pursue my writing career, because it's one of my lifelong dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;you'll be there when I fall ill, because my disease will be there till the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;you'll give me white roses, because they are my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I hope, that you will love me, as much as I do when the day comes, whoever you may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm waiting for you, love. Take your time&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rBzcOUOY5YY?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-8465385850857916511?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8465385850857916511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/hopes-for-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8465385850857916511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8465385850857916511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/hopes-for-one.html' title='Hopes for the One'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rBzcOUOY5YY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-4771709105736915350</id><published>2012-01-28T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T06:01:41.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World We Live In</title><content type='html'>Say the words that your heart speak of.&lt;br /&gt;Say the words that your mind dream of,&lt;br /&gt;Say the words that flow in your world&lt;br /&gt;Before they fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may,&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts will stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;For today,&lt;br /&gt;No one is to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a world for us to live in,&lt;br /&gt;What a world for us to breathe in.&lt;br /&gt;Would you care to stay for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;Just to soak our souls in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Anis Nadia, 27th January 2012.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-4771709105736915350?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4771709105736915350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/world-we-live-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/4771709105736915350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/4771709105736915350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/world-we-live-in.html' title='The World We Live In'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-1098961259372169801</id><published>2012-01-25T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T05:11:35.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May I</title><content type='html'>May I see the things in front of me as they are, not as I think them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I walk the steps ahead of me one at a time, not wondering if there's a map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I say the things that fix things, not break them further apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I do what I need to do, not be distracted by what I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I dream of what I hope for, not of what I fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I love you like I love you, not as any other, me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fadia Sharmin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-1098961259372169801?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1098961259372169801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/may-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1098961259372169801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1098961259372169801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/may-i.html' title='May I'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-454069816569436742</id><published>2012-01-25T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T09:33:55.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 January.</title><content type='html'>25 January. The day that changed so many lives, including mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the Egyptian Revolution through the eyes of a stranger in a foreign land, which I too call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be truthful, I was terribly nervous awaiting this date to arrive again, with fear that history might re-write itself, and that I might have to go through that horrible nightmare again, the fear, the anxiousness, and the tightness in my chest every time I hear the sound of gunshots or see see smoke rising up in the air. Those images, even though they are almost a year old now, still play vividly in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, as I hear echoes of chants coming from my fellow Egyptians walking along Port Said, and them singing along to a song in unity, deep in my heart, I know that everything will be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Egyptian friends, be there for your country, my second home. This is the land that I call home now, and I love it just as much as you do. And be safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah be with you, forever and always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/p480x480/397872_10150529679928159_682018158_8997185_1294998517_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/p480x480/397872_10150529679928159_682018158_8997185_1294998517_n.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-454069816569436742?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/454069816569436742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/25-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/454069816569436742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/454069816569436742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/25-january.html' title='25 January.'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-8499253489455491216</id><published>2012-01-25T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:42:38.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jadi, tenang sahajalah menanti jodoh yang baik itu akan datang sendiri hasil dari usaha tahajjud yang berterusan dan istiqamah. Ikhlas kerana Allah Ta'ala. Jangan buat kerana jodoh semata-mata ya. Usaha sebenar adalah usaha kita minta dengan DIA, bukan dengan merayu kasih pada si dia-si dia hanya kerana hati gelisah mahu hidup berteman. Hati gelisah takut si dia yang kacak terlepas, takut si dia yang cantik jatuh ke tangan orang. Minta dengan Allah, Allah bagi segala. Cepat atau lambat bukan kita penentu. Jodoh adalah sunnatullah. Sunnatullah tidak boleh digesa, tidak boleh dilengahkan bila sampai masanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://selamattinggal.blogspot.com/2011/10/jodohmu-ada-di-tahajjudmu.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-8499253489455491216?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8499253489455491216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/jadi-tenang-sahajalah-menanti-jodoh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8499253489455491216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSfLUfMpv6c/Tx57EBlNc3I/AAAAAAAACdk/tcP9V9ubRgk/s1600/6753548561_362fa2019f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" width="496" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSfLUfMpv6c/Tx57EBlNc3I/AAAAAAAACdk/tcP9V9ubRgk/s1600/6753548561_362fa2019f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Rain is the sound of the night rolling over in its sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Rain is a record of broken promises and each one is sent back to earth to clean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Rain is life by a 1000 cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Rain is a coronary anesthetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Rain is the world secretly crying for you, when no one else will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2012/01/final-exam.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-6059339974074656064?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6059339974074656064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-people-feel-rain-others-just-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6059339974074656064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6059339974074656064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-people-feel-rain-others-just-get.html' title='Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSfLUfMpv6c/Tx57EBlNc3I/AAAAAAAACdk/tcP9V9ubRgk/s72-c/6753548561_362fa2019f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-1850798318039470168</id><published>2012-01-23T02:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T02:36:54.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of the Worldwide War</title><content type='html'>Please know that they shot first, when they tried to outlaw our entire culture and our way of being, when they threw us off our land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand that our only weapons were our eyes and our collective voices and when they marched on us, when they raised their clubs in rude salutes to the sun, we held up our camera phones and said over and over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is watching. &lt;br /&gt;The whole world is watching.&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they were so ashamed of who they were, they wanted, needed us to close our eyes, they pepper-sprayed our faces, as we held each other close, as they revealed their true nature, to the tune of 1000, 1000 jackboots marching and we sat there and cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that they did their best to divide us, to tell us that where the water met the dirt we were born on was somehow sacred, that the strips of colour on the flap of fabric waving above our heads were holy, that the way the light refracted off our skins defined our character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drove their cars through us in Tahir Square and they took our pensions on Wall Street and then they told us we were going to jail because we shared songs with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you do not have fat, bloated middlemen, I know the dictators have fallen, I know that the gatekeepers have all faded out and you live as earthlings, undivided by imaginary borders and differences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I was born here on the blue electric fields, in the democracy of ideas, in the new country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a place worth dying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2012/01/start-of-world-wide-war.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-1850798318039470168?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1850798318039470168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/start-of-worldwide-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1850798318039470168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1850798318039470168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/start-of-worldwide-war.html' title='The Start of the Worldwide War'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-9127111792790380659</id><published>2012-01-22T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:26:34.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudah Setahun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Salam'alaik and hello everyone...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I was reading this post on pemergian&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://iskandariah.perubatan.org/v1/2012/01/andai-ku-tahu-akan-tiba-masaku/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Arwah Kakak Nurul Iman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;on 17th of January last year. It's already been a year, hasn't it? Time passes so fast without us even realising it. Alhamdulillah, we've been given another year to live, a blessing that some others were not given the opportunity to enjoy...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Her loss, changed my life, in such a way that I would have never expected. The death of a stranger, it might seem nothing to some, but to me, that was the turning point of my life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I still remember vividly, people gathering at the MARA hostel here, accompanying the jenazah as the arwah was driven away in the black van.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I still remember the emotions that surrounded everyone, the sadness, the grief, the tear stained faces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I still remember Walid's words, that reminded us, that life is only temporary.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I remember having my friend Muwahiddah by my side, and me telling her, "Muwa, Anis takut".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Takutkan amal yang masih tak cukup untuk dibawa ke syurga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Takutkan dosa yang masih belum dihapus dengan taubat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Takutkan mati yang boleh menjelma bila-bila.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nie9fGgmKAQ/TTkdp_p5JEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/9E19bFz4mmE/s400/18012011569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nie9fGgmKAQ/TTkdp_p5JEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/9E19bFz4mmE/s320/18012011569.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Now, a year has passed. I've been trying, in my own way, to change for the better, on the inside and on the outside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Like Farah Lee said in her blog, "Change is never easy. You fight to hold on and you fight to let go.. but the fruit is wonderful".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Change, is one thing. Istiqamah, now that's a whole different story. I hope that Allah will grant me the strength of Iman, for me and also those who wish to change, but have not yet the strength to do so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Talk to Him, He will listen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Pray to Him, He will grant your wishes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Cry to Him, He will take your sadness away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;All you need to do, is just ask, and He will listen, always.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-and-death.html" target="_blank"&gt;The post that marks the beginning.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-9127111792790380659?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/9127111792790380659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/sudah-setahun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/9127111792790380659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/9127111792790380659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/sudah-setahun.html' title='Sudah Setahun'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nie9fGgmKAQ/TTkdp_p5JEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/9E19bFz4mmE/s72-c/18012011569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-7437831920245185161</id><published>2012-01-22T11:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:26:25.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jika Kau Mencari</title><content type='html'>Jika wanita cantik yang dicari,ia bukan saya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika wanita solehah yang dicari,ia bukan saya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika wanita ayu yang dicari,ia bukan saya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika wanita kaya yang yang dicari,ia bukan saya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika wanita berpurdah yang dicari,ia bukan saya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi,jika wanita yang ingin dibimbing,ia adalah saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbing dan berilah ilmu agama pada saya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke jalan Allah yang Dia rahmati,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersama Dia yang aku rindui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-quoted-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7437831920245185161?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7437831920245185161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/jika-dikau-mencari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7437831920245185161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7437831920245185161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/jika-dikau-mencari.html' title='Jika Kau Mencari'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-6865201938956284351</id><published>2012-01-19T13:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:00:41.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two Sides of the Soul</title><content type='html'>"Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my soul,which sometimes helps me and sometimes opposes me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Al-Ghazali]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-6865201938956284351?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6865201938956284351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-sides-of-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6865201938956284351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6865201938956284351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-sides-of-soul.html' title='The Two Sides of the Soul'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-1696824578506934663</id><published>2012-01-13T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:23:36.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm that fool</title><content type='html'>You say that only a fool believes that everyone has some good in their heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that only a fool makes music in their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that only a fool loves hate back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that only a fool leans against the wind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that only a fool takes on a planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that only a fool holds out hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that only a fool tries to fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that only a fool fights the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that fool. And I will die fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2012/01/war-against-sea.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-1696824578506934663?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1696824578506934663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-that-fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1696824578506934663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1696824578506934663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-that-fool.html' title='I&apos;m that fool'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-1984001654101402850</id><published>2012-01-11T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:06:12.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siapakah dan apakah yang tertulis untukku? Only Allah knows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/397843_300328126684198_105113242872355_983295_6897301_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/397843_300328126684198_105113242872355_983295_6897301_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-1984001654101402850?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1984001654101402850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/siapakah-dan-apakah-yang-tertulis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1984001654101402850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1984001654101402850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/siapakah-dan-apakah-yang-tertulis.html' title='Siapakah dan apakah yang tertulis untukku? Only Allah knows.'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-8922060249512102382</id><published>2012-01-11T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:38:14.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Handsomest of All</title><content type='html'>You could have six pack abs and a jaw-line like a Greek sculpture, but more handsome in the eyes of Allah is someone with strong faith.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nadel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-8922060249512102382?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8922060249512102382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/handsomest-of-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8922060249512102382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8922060249512102382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/handsomest-of-all.html' title='The Handsomest of All'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-8700503070648285334</id><published>2012-01-11T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:33:40.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seven Keys ♫ Official Movie ♫ - What's Your 7 ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w0EIONIY6aw?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me a gift, that is the ability to write.&lt;br /&gt;With this little pen in my hand, I will make a difference, that is to be a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This paragraph marks the beginning of my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Salleh for shooting this video ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-8700503070648285334?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8700503070648285334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/seven-keys-official-movie-whats-your-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8700503070648285334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8700503070648285334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/seven-keys-official-movie-whats-your-7.html' title='The Seven Keys ♫ Official Movie ♫ - What&apos;s Your 7 ?'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/w0EIONIY6aw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2361929014840279925</id><published>2012-01-10T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:02:42.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummi, Mama, Ibu, Mother.</title><content type='html'>After 21 years of marriage, I began seeing a new love A while ago I began seeing a woman besides my wife, and it was my wife’s idea that she told me, “I know how much you love her…” The woman that I began meeting besides my wife, spending time with her was my mother, a widowed woman for more than 19 years. Every day duties, raising 3 children, and working made me busy from not visiting her often. One day I called her and asked her out to dinner and she asked me, “Are you okay?” She was not used to having me call at such a late time especially after her sleeping time thinking something was wrong. I replied back to her, “Yes I am fine mom and I would like to spend some time with you.” She exclaimed back, “Only us!!” I replied, “I would enjoy that very much.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night after work I went over to my mother’s house and I was a bit worried. I approached the house and she opened the door and she was the most beautiful being I have ever seen. She was wearing the clothes that my father had bought for her before he passed on. She said, “I told everyone that I was going to go out with my son today and everyone was happy. They can’t wait with the stories I will tell them when I return from our date.” We went to the restaurant and it was very quiet and pleasant. I held my mother in my hand and she walked in like a queen. I sat her down on the chair and began reading to her the menu since her eye sight was going away and she was only able to see large letters. As I read, she had a huge smile on her face and she spoke, “I used to read to you when you were young.” I replied back, “And now is the time for me to return to you just some of the things you have done for me. Just rest my mother” We enjoyed our dinner together sharing many stories both old and new forgetting the time. It was past late so I took my mother home after dinner and she stopped me at her door. She told me, “Promise me that next dinner is on me and let’s repeat what we did tonight.” I nodded in approval kissing her hands and she went into the house and I returned home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, my mother passed away. This was a dear shock for me and I could not comprehend that the woman that I loved very dearly would not be with me anymore. I received a letter in the mail from my mother stating, “I have already paid the bill at the restaurant we had dinner in for our next visit. I knew that I would not be around to be with you this time. Anyways, I paid dinner for two individuals – for you and your wife. You do not understand how important that night was for me… I love you my son.” In this very moment, I understood and appreciated the true meaning of the word “love” and how each end feels the love from the person they love and their own emotions. There is nothing more important and valuable in the world than the love of a mother. Give them the time they deserve, for this is an obligation that was sent to us by Allah (swt). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this story I remembered the story of Abdullah Ibn Omar (RA) when he said to his father, “My mother is old and she is very limited in her movement. I used to carry her all around everywhere she used to go even to the bathroom. At times she would not be able to hold her bowl movements and she used to have accidents on me while carrying her. I used to clean her up and I asked his father, ‘Have I have truly given her her rights?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar Ibn Al Khatab replied to me, ‘Not even one push during her labor to you can have you repay for what she has done for you. You clean her and you wish to God that she dies so that you can be relieved from this pain. And she used to do the same when you were young and she used to wish to God that you were alive.’”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2361929014840279925?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2361929014840279925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/ummi-mama-ibu-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2361929014840279925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2361929014840279925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/ummi-mama-ibu-mother.html' title='Ummi, Mama, Ibu, Mother.'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-8015796409412419156</id><published>2012-01-10T06:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:03:58.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The State of the Artist</title><content type='html'>You, as an artist, have the greatest responsibility of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charged with trying to make people feel, in a world that tells them not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are tasked with speaking soft words, painting, playing, filming, writing moments of such magnitude and beauty that people rediscover their hearts one more (last) time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are here to give meaning to the few decades we spend here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the reason you were sent to Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2012/01/state-of-artist.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-8015796409412419156?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8015796409412419156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/state-of-artist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HlpMyQNbpPI?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind if you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;With that smile upon your face&lt;br /&gt;Hang around for a little while&lt;br /&gt;Please dont drive away even for a mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different continents&lt;br /&gt;Its not a thing&lt;br /&gt;Coz i know we’ll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Endless borders,countless days&lt;br /&gt;Our love will pave the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your wall&lt;br /&gt;For you to lean on&lt;br /&gt;When you fall just try to hold on&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be back in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Toegther we’ll always be&lt;br /&gt;For what may come&lt;br /&gt;For what may come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind if you are far away&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting for you anway&lt;br /&gt;Under the sky of sunshine o rain&lt;br /&gt;I know ‘m gonna be in your arms again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different continents&lt;br /&gt;Its not a thing&lt;br /&gt;Coz i know we’ll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Endless borders,countless days&lt;br /&gt;Our love will pave the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your wall&lt;br /&gt;For you to lean on&lt;br /&gt;When you fall just try to hold on&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be back in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Together we’ll always be&lt;br /&gt;For what may come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we’ll always be&lt;br /&gt;For what may come&lt;br /&gt;Together we’ll always be&lt;br /&gt;For what may come&lt;br /&gt;For what may come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7178958831939594662?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7178958831939594662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HlpMyQNbpPI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-3698951188219017734</id><published>2012-01-07T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:00:18.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream of Dunya</title><content type='html'>May we wake up from this dream of dunya before we are woken at death. Die before your death. Wake up before you're woken. Ya Latif. Ya Qahar. La illaha illa ant, nastaghfiruka wa natoobu illayk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Yasmin Mogahed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-3698951188219017734?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3698951188219017734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/dream-of-dunya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/3698951188219017734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/3698951188219017734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/dream-of-dunya.html' title='Dream of Dunya'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2084770702654193915</id><published>2012-01-07T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T08:07:05.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Future Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; 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Love is when Khadijah r.a spent her entire wealth on this Deen for the man she love. Love is when the Prophet s.a.w took the glass that Ayesha r.a drank from and put his lips on the exact place she put her’s and then drank. Love is when the Prophet s.a.w had a race with Ayesha r.a and joked with her when she lost. Love is when Zainab r.a would sacrifice her most prized possession, her everything for her Husband. Real Love is not based on romance, candle light dinners and walks along the beach rather it is based on respect, compromise, care and trust”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#via DailyReminders. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirikudrcinta.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dirikudrcinta.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-550274807323026345?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/550274807323026345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/550274807323026345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/550274807323026345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-3742466263829965736</id><published>2012-01-06T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:12:15.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is AWESOME to be a girl</title><content type='html'>Salam ( Peace be upon you ) &amp; bonjour, ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim, In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick question, do you have a favourite quote? Or a life principles, or a philosophy you live by?&lt;br /&gt;The way Timon &amp; Pumba hold on to " Hakuna Ma Ta Ta ", in ways that Rancho a.k.a P. Wangdu hangs on to " All is well " ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the verses from the Quran? Our love letters from The Creator Himself to his creations. Do you have any favourite ayah from The Book ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one form An- Nisa' ( Women ), verse 34 ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Laki-laki (suami) itu pelindung bagi perempuan (isteri) kerana Allah telah melebihkan sebagian mereka (laki--laki) atas sebagian yang lain (perempuan), dan karena mereka (lelaki) telah memberikan nafkah dan hartanya. Maka perempuan-perempuan yang saleh, adalah mereka yang taat (kepada Allah) dan menjaga diri ketika (suaminya) tidak ada, karena Allah telah menjaga (mereka).&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan-perempuan yang kamu khawatirkan akan nusyuz, hendaklah kamu;&lt;br /&gt;- beri nasihat kepada mereka,&lt;br /&gt;- tinggalkanlah mereka di tempat tidur,&lt;br /&gt;- dan (kalau perlu) pukullah mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi jika mereka menaatimu, maka&lt;br /&gt;JANGANLAH KAMU MENCARI-CARI ALASAN UNTUK MENYUSAHKANNYA.&lt;br /&gt;SUNGGUH, ALLAH MAHA TINGGI, MAHA BESAR. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men are (meant to be righteous and kind) guardians of women because God has favored some more than others and because they (i.e. men) spend out of their wealth. (In their turn) righteous women are (meant to be) devoted and to guard what God has (willed to be) guarded even though out of sight (of the husband).&lt;br /&gt;As for those (women) on whose part you fear ill-will and nasty conduct,&lt;br /&gt;admonish them (first),&lt;br /&gt;(next) leave them alone in beds&lt;br /&gt;(and last) beat or separate them (from you).&lt;br /&gt;But if they obey you,&lt;br /&gt;then seek nothing against them.&lt;br /&gt;Behold, God is most High and Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Translation by Dr. Ahmad Shafaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it obvious how much He loves us (women). ;-), and men, are you not scared off His threat reminding you, no matter how strong, how 'awesome', how superior you may think of yourself over others, verily HE, is Most High, Most Great. In short - HE WOULD ALWAYS BE STRONGER, AWESOME-ER and definitely THE GREATEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that HE has pass the reponsibility to look after women, to guard them to men. But should a man fail to do so there has always been Al- Muhaimin. THE Protector of All Protectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how beautiful this deen is, how Islam protects the women and respects men. Even in obeying the parents our mother comes before our father.&lt;br /&gt;A man came to the Prophet and said, ‘O Messenger of God! Who among the people is the most worthy of my good companionship? The Prophet said: Your mother. The man said, ‘Then who?' The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man further asked, ‘Then who?' The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man asked again, ‘Then who?' The Prophet said: Then your father. (Bukhari, Muslim).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after marriage our mother-in-laws have the same right on us, just as our mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kewajipan anak lelaki, pertama kepada Allah, kedua rasul, ketiga emak dan emak mentua, keem pat bapa dan bapa mentua dan kelima baru isteri. Isteri kena faham, kalau dia sayang dan melebihkan ibu bapa, itu memang wajar.&lt;br /&gt;"Sebaliknya anak perempuan, yang pertama Allah, kedua rasul dan ketiga suami... Jalan pintas ke syurga bagi anak-anak selain Allah adalah emak dan ayahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how special women are in Islam. And how Just He is that in exchange, after marriage, for woman, her spouse comes before her parents, but only because God has entrusted the responsibility on men to regard the in laws just as his own family. God is too Awesome for words.. He's got our back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, if your wife has been good to you, helping you, being your other half, completing you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is generally known that whatever you give a woman, she will make it better;&lt;br /&gt;Give her a house, she'll give you a home.&lt;br /&gt;Give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.&lt;br /&gt;Give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you you fail to love women in ways He commands you to and how The Prophet teaches us to (and vice versa of course),&lt;br /&gt;Then be sure, The Almighty will judge you Justly. As what we deserve, for He is The All-Seeing, All Knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman came out of a mans rib.&lt;br /&gt;Not from his feet to be walked on,&lt;br /&gt;not from his head to be superior over,&lt;br /&gt;but from his side to be his equal.&lt;br /&gt;Under the arm to be protected,&lt;br /&gt;and next to the heart to be loved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu'alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dedicated to all women, daughter,mothers and wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://superheroes-10.blogspot.com/2012/01/mine-is-4-34-its-awesome-to-be-girl.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-3742466263829965736?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3742466263829965736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-awesome-to-be-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/3742466263829965736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/3742466263829965736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-awesome-to-be-girl.html' title='It is AWESOME to be a girl'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-7956841785249725585</id><published>2012-01-06T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:10:19.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don’t be sad if Allah separates you from something or someone you love. If only we knew what His plans were for us, our heart would melt with the warmth of His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zulaikha Zamri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7956841785249725585?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7956841785249725585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-be-sad-if-allah-separates-you-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7956841785249725585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7956841785249725585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-be-sad-if-allah-separates-you-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-6778792105116860366</id><published>2012-01-06T08:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:56:11.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hati Seorang Ayah</title><content type='html'>Ayah akan berkata “tanyakan pada ibumu” ketika dia ingin berkata “tidak”.&lt;br /&gt;Ayah tidak pernah marah, tetapi mukanya akan sangat merah padam ketika anaknya menginap di rumah rakan tanpa izin&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan terbaik bagi seorang ayah adalah ketika dia melihatmu melakukan sesuatu seperti gaya caranya….&lt;br /&gt;Ayah lebih bangga melihat prestasi mu, daripada prestasinya sendiri….&lt;br /&gt;Ayah hanya akan bersalam dengan mu ketika pertama kali kamu pergi merantau meningalkan rumah, kerana kalau dia memeluk mu, mungkin dia tidak akan pernah dapat melepaskannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://penpatah.blogspot.com/2011/11/ayah-terhebat.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-6778792105116860366?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6778792105116860366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/hati-seorang-ayah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6778792105116860366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6778792105116860366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/hati-seorang-ayah.html' title='Hati Seorang Ayah'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-1937557579949533612</id><published>2012-01-06T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:48:43.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breaking of People</title><content type='html'>You can try being broken and you can try forgetting. All I know is I am no longer broken about the things I have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2012/01/breaking-of-people.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-1937557579949533612?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1937557579949533612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/breaking-of-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1937557579949533612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1937557579949533612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/breaking-of-people.html' title='The Breaking of People'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-1082289448772019362</id><published>2012-01-06T03:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T03:55:52.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanita Tidak Semestinya Perlukan Lelaki</title><content type='html'>Wanita tidak semestinya memerlukan lelaki, tetapi wanita dan lelaki saling memerlukan, cinta itu anugerah.&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa wanita memerlukan lelaki di dalam hidupnya? Untuk beberapa waktu dahulu, ia begitu memukul-mukul kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, apa perlu seorang wanita yang bebas mempertaruhkan sebahagian besar hidupnya kepada tangan seorang lelaki?&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah lebih hebat jalan dihujung minggu bersama kawan rapat, berkenyit-kenyitan mata kepada lelaki kacak yang saling tidak putus dan tidak lokek senyum tanda salam perkenalan.&lt;br /&gt;Cinta tidak datang dipaksa-paksa. Cinta tidak juga datang kala kita mahukannya. Jika kita mahukan ia menjadi air, ia datang seperti api.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, jika kita bersabar dan menerima ketentuan Tuhan, seorang lelaki yang baik akan didatangkan kepada kita juga. Lelaki yang baik itu tidak turun dari langit.&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki yang baik itu juga tidak semestinya datang dengan kepala berketayap, janggut selambak atau harta membuak-buak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://penpatah.blogspot.com/2011/10/wanita-tidak-semestinya-perlukan-lelaki.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi lelaki yang baik, jika Tuhan mahukan dia menemani kita sepanjang hayat, membimbing kelakuan kita, menjaga kemurnian kalbu bersama-sama, mendidik, membuka jalan agar kita dapat memperdalam selok belok agama yang barangkali selama ini hanya menjadi pakaian dan lencana, dan memberikan kita zuriat yang halal lagi dirahmatiNya.&lt;br /&gt;Dia akan datang apabila tiba masanya. Lambat atau cepat, maafkan saya, kerana Allah itu yang lebih mengetahui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan, kedatangan seorang lelaki dalam kehidupan seorang wanita seperti manusia kudung yang diberikan semula sebelah kakinya. Dia menyempurnakan kita.&lt;br /&gt;Namun, tidak kira semasyhuk mana sekalipun perkasihan dua jantina, selain perkara yang cantik-cantik dan molek-molek, kita, wanita, harus bersedia menerima kehodohan-kehodohan perhubungan.&lt;br /&gt;Kerana apabila kita mempersilakan seorang lelaki duduk di samping kita untuk sepanjang hayat, bererti kita harus langsung juga mempersilakan sekian masalahnya berbaring di bahu kita.&lt;br /&gt;Kerana itu tidak hairan jika kita mendengar ada di kalangan kita, gadis, yang merungut-rungut kerana tanggungjawabnya terhadap keperluan hidup lelaki tidak juga berkurangan walaupun belum lagi berkahwin.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, lelaki memang mendatangkan bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi lelaki juga mendatangkan sengsara. Namun jika kita bijak menatangnya, semuanya pasti baik-baik sahaja. Itulah adat dalam perhubungan. Yang buruk-buruk pasti ada.&lt;br /&gt;Barangkali daripada si dia, barangkali juga daripada kita, tetapi kita harus cermat mengimbangkannya agar jodoh berkekalan ke hari tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi yang sedang galak bercinta dengan lelaki permata jiwa tetapi menerima tentangan keluarga dua pihak, jika anda fikir anda tidak mungkin mampu hidup bahagia tanpa restu ibu bapa, maka ada baiknya anda menyerah kalah saja.&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun tidak saling memiliki, dan cinta tidak juga diwali dan dinikahi, anda dan dia tetap pengantin di dalam jiwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barangkali sudah sampai masanya anda mencari sahaja lelaki lain untuk dibawa pulang menemui ibu bapa.&lt;br /&gt;Dan semoga lelaki yang dipilih, melaksanakan tanggungjawab dan melunaskan hak suami isteri.&lt;br /&gt;Wanita, kita dicipta dengan kemuliaan syahadah. Kerana benih seorang lelaki, kita ini tersenyawa, dikurnia tenaga sehingga kita mampu menyibak jalan keluar dari rahim ibu untuk melihat dunia.&lt;br /&gt;Kerana benih seorang lelaki, kita ini ditiupkan jiwa, menjadi manusia, dan mencari seorang lelaki untuk dicintai, sebagaimana ibu diilhamkan Tuhan untuk berkasih sayang dengan bapa.&lt;br /&gt;Dan kerana Tuhan yang Maha Kuasa dan Maha Pencipta, kita wanita, kita ini diciptakan daripada lengkungan rusuk kiri lelaki, tidak terlalu gagah sehingga mengenepi kudrat lelaki, tidak juga terlalu lemah sehingga jatuh menyembah kaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi kerana ciptaan Tuhan itu indah, kita terbit daripada rusuk lelaki, bukan dekat kepala untuk dijunjungi, bukan dekat bahu untuk membebani, bukan dekat lengan untuk dijulangi, bukan dekat jari untuk disakiti, bukan dekat pinggul untuk dihenyaki, bukan dekat lutut untuk ditindihi, bukan dekat kaki untuk ditunggangi, tetapi dekat pelusuk hati untuk dimulia, disayangi dan dicintai.&lt;br /&gt;Andai lelaki itu burung yang terbang, kita adalah angin lembut yang bersisir-sisiran sepanjang perjalanannya.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi kerana fitrah kejadian Tuhan wanita itu kebergantungan hidupnya harus saja diserahkan kepada seorang lelaki yang boleh melindungi, maka kita pun tidak selamanya mahu menjadi angin semata-mata.&lt;br /&gt;Kita mahu menjadi bunga, menghias sayapnya. Kita mahu terus bersama-sama, terbang dari rendah perkebunan bunga sehingga ke sayup langit terbuka, sehingga jalannya yang paling hujung, sehingga kita tua, rapuh dan mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi kita bahagia dalam dakapannya, semoga kita semua diketemukan dengan jodoh yang baik. InsyaAllah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-1082289448772019362?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1082289448772019362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/wanita-tidak-semestinya-perlukan-lelaki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1082289448772019362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1082289448772019362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/wanita-tidak-semestinya-perlukan-lelaki.html' title='Wanita Tidak Semestinya Perlukan Lelaki'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-5112605880357645678</id><published>2012-01-06T03:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T03:43:50.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ketenangan itu ada pada Pemilik Ketenangan.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada di Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Bila marah,&lt;br /&gt;Bila sakit,&lt;br /&gt;Bila bengang,&lt;br /&gt;Bila diuji,&lt;br /&gt;Bila derita,&lt;br /&gt;Kalau mendekat kepada Ilahi,&lt;br /&gt;kita akan tabah dan terus berusaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letak di Facebook, rasa puas sebentar sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian tension balik.&lt;br /&gt;Adukan kepada Ilahi, dapat ketenangan sebagai bekalan tenaga.&lt;br /&gt;Untuk kita terus berusaha mencari penyelesaian dan melaluinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hilal Asyraf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-5112605880357645678?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5112605880357645678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/ketenangan-itu-ada-pada-pemilik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/5112605880357645678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/5112605880357645678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/ketenangan-itu-ada-pada-pemilik.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-1962972011410864428</id><published>2012-01-06T03:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T03:29:13.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"From the excellence of a man's Islam is to leave that which does not concern him." (Reported by Tirmidhi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-1962972011410864428?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1962972011410864428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-excellence-of-mans-islam-is-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1962972011410864428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1962972011410864428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-excellence-of-mans-islam-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-4512349549088085783</id><published>2012-01-04T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:50:40.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Once you begin to see everything beautiful as only a reflection of God’s beauty, you will learn to love in the right way: for His sake. Everything and everyone you love with be for, through and because of Him. The foundation of such love is God. So what you hold onto will no longer be just an unstable feeling, a fleeting emotion. And what you chase will no longer be just a temporary high. What you hold, what you chase, what you love, will be God: the *only* thing stable and constant. Thereafter, everything else will be through Him. Everything you give or take or love or don’t love, will be by Him. Not by your nafs. It will be for Him. Not for your nafs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yasmin Mogahed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-4512349549088085783?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4512349549088085783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-you-begin-to-see-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/4512349549088085783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/4512349549088085783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-you-begin-to-see-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-5511246832650844344</id><published>2012-01-02T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:55:10.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great  Muslim Woman</title><content type='html'>"Sister, I can’t even see your face&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I can’t even hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I can’t even smell your scent&lt;br /&gt;you must be the one that Allah sent&lt;br /&gt;Pious sister, I can’t even see your face&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I can’t even hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I can’t even smell your scent&lt;br /&gt;you must be the one that Allah sent&lt;br /&gt;walking with the black veil, talking with the low voice, she aint got no smell”&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;“She wears flats, cos the heels bring attention,&lt;br /&gt;she must be the one my books use to mention&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t wear make up, she’s HD clear”&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;“her eye brows have not been frayed for a year, She got a head full of knowledge and a heart full of fear&lt;br /&gt;Eyes full of love and hands full of care&lt;br /&gt;Loose -garments that she loves to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brother Muslim Belal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-5511246832650844344?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-5535112958549014597</id><published>2012-01-02T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:46:38.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Menulis ini bukan mudah.&lt;br /&gt;Sebab tak ada suara.&lt;br /&gt;Maka manusia boleh baca macam-macam nada.&lt;br /&gt;Yang ada hanyalah doa dan harapan,&lt;br /&gt;moga dengan niat yang baik,&lt;br /&gt;dan usaha yang sudah cuba diatur dengan baik,&lt;br /&gt;maka Allah sampaikan kepada pembaca hanyalah yang baik-baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Allah redha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hilal Asyraf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-5535112958549014597?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2464203836317083910</id><published>2012-01-01T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T13:30:42.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Endings and New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Salam'alaik everyone and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has comes and passed. Amidst all the fireworks and glass throwing by the Egyptians, the clock struck midnight, and here we are again, at the beginning of a whole new year, the yer which has so much hype about, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year, has been very much bittersweet to me. A lot of things happened. Some made me laugh my heart out, others made me cry my eyeballs out. Whatever happened, happened for a reason, and I believe Allah knows best what's for us, even better than we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful, that amidst the storm, He showed me the light at the end of the tunnel, and He saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2011,&lt;br /&gt;I have had the trip of a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;I have found a friend who brought nur into my life,&lt;br /&gt;I found faith in people, and in Him again,&lt;br /&gt;I met one of the most inspiring people I have ever met in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I gained love by my siblings who flew 8000 miles to see me,&lt;br /&gt;I lost a person very close to me when she went back to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world does end in 2012 (wallahualam), I want to make sure it has been a life well lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2464203836317083910?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2464203836317083910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/bittersweet-endings-and-new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2464203836317083910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2464203836317083910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/bittersweet-endings-and-new-beginnings.html' title='Bittersweet Endings and New Beginnings'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-7517098922518765570</id><published>2012-01-01T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:05:30.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ampunilah aku ya Allah, di saat aku melampaui batasan diriku</title><content type='html'>Katakanlah (wahai Muhammad): "Wahai hamba-hambaKu yang telah melampaui batas terhadap diri mereka sendiri (dengan perbuatan-perbuatan maksiat), janganlah kamu berputus asa dari rahmat Allah, kerana sesungguhnya Allah mengampunkan segala dosa; sesungguhnya Dia lah jua Yang Maha Pengampun, lagi Maha Mengasihani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Az-Zumar 39:53)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7517098922518765570?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7517098922518765570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/ampunilah-aku-ya-allah-di-saat-aku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7517098922518765570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7517098922518765570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/ampunilah-aku-ya-allah-di-saat-aku.html' title='Ampunilah aku ya Allah, di saat aku melampaui batasan diriku'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-3944724657132241336</id><published>2012-01-01T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:51:35.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2012</title><content type='html'>In the name of God, The Most Gracious Most Merciful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first day of 2012, lets reflect on this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we lose hope in turning to God and asking for His help because we feel like we have done too much wrong. And yet think of a child who has just angered his mother and immediately after trips and falls on the stairs. Even if that child had just angered his mother to tears, the moment he falls and cries for help, she runs to him. This is human mercy. And God is infinitely more merciful than a mother is to her child. So, do you think--no matter what you've done--when you're falling and cry out to the *most* merciful...He wouldn't come save you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you trip, dont have to wait for another New Year's Eve to start again. Each breath that we take is Allah giving us another chance to be better. So don't wait, cause no one knows when we'll be taking our last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu'alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://superheroes-10.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-2012.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-3944724657132241336?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3944724657132241336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/3944724657132241336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/3944724657132241336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-2012.html' title='It&apos;s 2012'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2389041734854853794</id><published>2011-12-31T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:20:52.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383703_10150479014753159_682018158_8802493_974684231_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383703_10150479014753159_682018158_8802493_974684231_n.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-9025374149993380209?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/9025374149993380209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/9025374149993380209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/9025374149993380209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2169883013018493102</id><published>2011-12-31T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:21:55.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry of the Borrower</title><content type='html'>This lump of flesh that I have in my chest&lt;br /&gt;It beats for the One to whom it belongs to&lt;br /&gt;But being an ungrateful borrower that I am&lt;br /&gt;I give it away to one who deserves it not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For shame! A total disregard of the Owner!&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful Owner, Who is still there&lt;br /&gt;Even though I gave it away, more than once&lt;br /&gt;He is there, willing to recover a broken item&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hold on to it close. Lock it so tightly&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard not to give you the golden key&lt;br /&gt;Realize this, I am merely a poor key keeper&lt;br /&gt;Entrusted by the Keymaker to keep it safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day. That day. How I long for that day!&lt;br /&gt;That blessed day when the keys switch hands&lt;br /&gt;Please, keep mine safe! I will keep yours safer&lt;br /&gt;Unlock the hearts, for His permission was earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook: facebook.com/aimanazlan90&lt;br /&gt;Twitter: twitter.com/aimanazlan90&lt;br /&gt;Youtube: youtube.com/aimanazlan90&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2169883013018493102?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2169883013018493102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/cry-of-borrower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2169883013018493102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2169883013018493102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/cry-of-borrower.html' title='Cry of the Borrower'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-6894932864713825884</id><published>2011-12-29T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:51:14.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Understanding</title><content type='html'>Now I understand,&lt;br /&gt;Why my heart feels happy,&lt;br /&gt;When my eyes captures a beautiful moment,&lt;br /&gt;When my ears listen to beautiful music,&lt;br /&gt;When my tongue speaks of words I believe in,&lt;br /&gt;Because they fulfill the purpose of their creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all find happiness in our souls, and also be the ones to bring happiness into the lives of others, InsyaAllah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-6894932864713825884?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6894932864713825884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/understanding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6894932864713825884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6894932864713825884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/understanding.html' title='An Understanding'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-6241871094116398944</id><published>2011-12-27T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:45:03.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes relief comes at the hand of the creation. Glory be to God who at times sends His comfort through other people in our lives. Alhamdulilah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Yasmin Mogahed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This entire worldly life is His creation, and you are right. At times relief comes at the hand of the creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the creation that is beautifully created with the ultimate creativity by the ultimate Creator. For the sake of Allah keep the smile on your face, and hang on. To us, You are the creation that brings us relief, and I hate to admit it, but we all need you here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah for creating you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Ferras Alhomsi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-6241871094116398944?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6241871094116398944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-relief-comes-at-hand-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6241871094116398944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6241871094116398944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-relief-comes-at-hand-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-6540113108519288630</id><published>2011-12-26T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:29:04.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The greatest gift you can give to someone is your time. Because when you give your time, you are giving a portion of your life that you will never get back... and of course time for The Al-Mighty is the best time spending ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Iluvislam.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-6540113108519288630?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6540113108519288630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/greatest-gift-you-can-give-to-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6540113108519288630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6540113108519288630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/greatest-gift-you-can-give-to-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-7370767397729009500</id><published>2011-12-26T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:26:28.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one is foreveralone in Jannah</title><content type='html'>Sesungguhnya kumpulan pertama yang akan memasuki syurga adalah umpama bulan purnama dan kumpulan berikutnya bagaikan cahaya bintang yang bergemerlapan di langit. Masing-masing mempunyai dua orang pasangan yang tulang sumsum betisnya jelas kelihatan. Di dalam syurga tiada seorang pun yang bersendirian tanpa pasangan. (H.R. Muslim)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7370767397729009500?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7370767397729009500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-one-is-foreveralone-in-jannah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7370767397729009500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7370767397729009500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-one-is-foreveralone-in-jannah.html' title='No one is foreveralone in Jannah'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-8081750576660824232</id><published>2011-12-26T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T13:58:50.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a certain woman could make one man's feeling ease with just her presence or smile yet she's not like a so-called "hot stuff".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Hikayat Zpro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-8081750576660824232?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8081750576660824232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-is-certain-woman-could-make-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8081750576660824232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8081750576660824232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-is-certain-woman-could-make-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2043357660086944512</id><published>2011-12-26T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T11:26:19.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Symphony</title><content type='html'>The beautiful symphony of praises to Allah by His creations, the sun, the wind, the earth, is silent to mankind. Yet, it is an audible allegro to the heart of a mu'min who realizes al-haq (the truth), so that it rattles his very inner core.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Iqwan Zarif&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2043357660086944512?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2043357660086944512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/beautiful-symphony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2043357660086944512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2043357660086944512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/beautiful-symphony.html' title='The Beautiful Symphony'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-6618289401196830400</id><published>2011-12-25T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:21:13.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make You Feel My Love</title><content type='html'>When the rain&lt;br /&gt;Is blowing in your face&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world&lt;br /&gt;Is on your case&lt;br /&gt;I could offer you&lt;br /&gt;A warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the evening shadows&lt;br /&gt;And the stars appear&lt;br /&gt;And there is no - one there&lt;br /&gt;To dry your tears&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you&lt;br /&gt;For a million years&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you&lt;br /&gt;Haven't made&lt;br /&gt;Your mind up yet&lt;br /&gt;But I would never&lt;br /&gt;Do you wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've known it&lt;br /&gt;From the moment&lt;br /&gt;That we met&lt;br /&gt;No doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Where you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go hungry&lt;br /&gt;I'd go black and blue&lt;br /&gt;I'd go crawling&lt;br /&gt;Down the avenue&lt;br /&gt;Know there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;That I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storms are raging&lt;br /&gt;On the rolling sea&lt;br /&gt;And on the highway of regret&lt;br /&gt;The winds of change&lt;br /&gt;Are blowing wild and free&lt;br /&gt;You ain't seen nothing&lt;br /&gt;Like me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Make your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Go to the ends&lt;br /&gt;Of the Earth for you&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love, To make you feel my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-6618289401196830400?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6618289401196830400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/make-you-feel-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6618289401196830400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6618289401196830400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/make-you-feel-my-love.html' title='Make You Feel My Love'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-3667518716217984187</id><published>2011-12-24T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T23:04:41.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3k75QdqW9Yk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if my future husband would do the same for me. I hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-3667518716217984187?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3667518716217984187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/super-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/3667518716217984187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/3667518716217984187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/super-sweet.html' title='Super Sweet'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3k75QdqW9Yk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-8315538579677240571</id><published>2011-12-24T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:55:21.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>‎"Jika benar cinta itu karena Allah maka biarkanlah ia mengalir mengikuti aliran Allah kerana hakikatnya ia berhulu dari Allah maka ia pun berhilir hanya kepada Allah"..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-8315538579677240571?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8315538579677240571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/jika-benar-cinta-itu-karena-allah-maka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8315538579677240571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8315538579677240571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/jika-benar-cinta-itu-karena-allah-maka.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-7596475312711507157</id><published>2011-12-24T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T08:37:40.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Him</title><content type='html'>When something happens that you dislike, or that hurts you, be careful not to get lost in the illusion created by pain. Look through it. Find the message in the bottle. Find the purpose. And let it lead you to glimpse just a little more of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yasmin Mogahed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7596475312711507157?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7596475312711507157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/glimpse-of-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7596475312711507157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7596475312711507157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/glimpse-of-him.html' title='A Glimpse of Him'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-6479019837464404966</id><published>2011-12-23T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:29:03.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely Sisters</title><content type='html'>Sisters love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are most beautiful when you are in your most simple natural form. No amount of make up or artificial beauty rectification can beat the beauty of a sister who is beautifully content with what her Creator has made and mould her in due proportions because she knows, no, BELIEVES, that Allah is the All-Knower, Ever-Wise and what Allah has given her is the best of what any human can artificially sculpture her into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comrades, my beautiful flowers, my muse, my inspiration;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are breath-takingly gorgeous when you display a character of kindness and gentleness, and when you spread that joyful sunshine of a disposition to everyone around you, regardless if they've wronged or cast judgement towards you times and times before. Your forgiveness and acceptance of others are worth falling in love for and that makes you right up there, beating all the pretty ladies of the world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sweethearts; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look most beautiful to Our Creator even with your smudgy tear-stained face and red eyes when you cry tears of repentance to Him, lowering your head in shame for past sins, hoping for retribution and atonement. And if you already look beautiful to Him - The Owner of All-Things Beautiful, who else do you need to look beautiful for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sisters ; you are beautiful, times ten to the power of infinity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Lisa Azelan http://lyfegoesoninlyssaville.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-6479019837464404966?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6479019837464404966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-lovely-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6479019837464404966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6479019837464404966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-lovely-sisters.html' title='My Lovely Sisters'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2132301896960041069</id><published>2011-12-21T13:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:21:41.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Understand that, the prisons you've built are of your own design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that, you should be the person you wanted to be when you woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that, the world desperately wants to love you, if you'll let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that, you deserve that love, even if you don't feel like it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/"&gt;http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2132301896960041069?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2132301896960041069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/understand-that-prisons-youve-built-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2132301896960041069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2132301896960041069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/understand-that-prisons-youve-built-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-3100591510750161636</id><published>2011-12-11T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:28:00.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, whoever you may be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/388857_309831959047360_234684313228792_1013935_490773542_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/388857_309831959047360_234684313228792_1013935_490773542_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-3100591510750161636?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3100591510750161636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/thank-you-whoever-you-may-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/3100591510750161636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/3100591510750161636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/thank-you-whoever-you-may-be.html' title='Thank you, whoever you may be.'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-9163288083206990811</id><published>2011-12-11T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:31:06.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepanjang Hidup</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/moZNGtKcOFg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-9163288083206990811?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/9163288083206990811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/sepanjang-hidup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/9163288083206990811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/9163288083206990811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/sepanjang-hidup.html' title='Sepanjang Hidup'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/moZNGtKcOFg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-6198182485285278099</id><published>2011-12-11T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:16:41.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R. Black - It's Jumuah "Friday" (Raef Cover) HD</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m0MqT-S9fiI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-6198182485285278099?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6198182485285278099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/r-black-its-jumuah-friday-raef-cover-hd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6198182485285278099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6198182485285278099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/r-black-its-jumuah-friday-raef-cover-hd.html' title='R. Black - It&apos;s Jumuah &quot;Friday&quot; (Raef Cover) HD'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/m0MqT-S9fiI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-268602518072156530</id><published>2011-12-11T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T08:23:36.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you be my hero tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YRs8T_7ih3o?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Never doubt never doubt&lt;br /&gt;Here for you here for me&lt;br /&gt;Worry not I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Strength when you feel weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark when you can't see&lt;br /&gt;Guiding light I will be&lt;br /&gt;All I need all I need&lt;br /&gt;Is for you to do the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes need heroes sometimes&lt;br /&gt;And even the strong need someone to tell them it's allright&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes need heroes sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my hero tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look up up so high&lt;br /&gt;Just above you is where I fly&lt;br /&gt;But if I fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;On you can I rely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll protect you from the world&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;But will you do the same for me&lt;br /&gt;Now and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes need heroes sometimes&lt;br /&gt;And even the strong need someone to tell them its allright&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes need heroes sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my hero tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to my my rescue&lt;br /&gt;Do for me as I do for you&lt;br /&gt;Be my guide when I am blind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no one can be strong all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even heroes need heroes sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my hero tonight [will you be my hero]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes need heroes sometimes [will you be my hero]&lt;br /&gt;And even the strong need someone to tell them its allright [will you be my hero]&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes need heroes sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my hero tonight [will you be my hero][&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my hero tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-268602518072156530?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/268602518072156530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/will-you-be-my-hero-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/268602518072156530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/268602518072156530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/will-you-be-my-hero-tonight.html' title='Will you be my hero tonight?'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YRs8T_7ih3o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-4394720107560294220</id><published>2011-12-11T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T03:08:59.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEDxIB@York - Amal Ahmed Albaz - 5 before 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K5JOzIlGv08?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naiss. Seriusly. Tabik spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-4394720107560294220?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4394720107560294220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/tedxibyork-amal-ahmed-albaz-5-before-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/4394720107560294220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/4394720107560294220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/tedxibyork-amal-ahmed-albaz-5-before-5.html' title='TEDxIB@York - Amal Ahmed Albaz - 5 before 5'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K5JOzIlGv08/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-7552324087618454688</id><published>2011-12-11T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T03:06:33.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Men and Women Cant Be Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T_lh5fR4DMA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Begitu, rupanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7552324087618454688?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7552324087618454688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-men-and-women-cant-be-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7552324087618454688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7552324087618454688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-men-and-women-cant-be-friends.html' title='Why Men and Women Cant Be Friends'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T_lh5fR4DMA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-1507282417550278982</id><published>2011-12-11T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T08:30:01.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentaliti Melayu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Copied from my highschool seniors blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pathogenesisdaun.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pathogenesisdaun.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pertama:&lt;br /&gt;Perbualan kanak-kanak Rusia 1 (KKR1) dan kanak-kanak Rusia 2 (KKR2) di dalam Trolley Bus ketika mereka dalam perjalanan pulang ke rumah. Mereka berdua mungkin dua adik beradik. Mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KKR1: "Vot, u tebya chocolad na gube..." [Tu, dekat bibir awak ada chocolate la...] (tegur kakak kepada adik) (dia tergelak melihat telatah adiknya yang comot)&lt;br /&gt;KKR2: "Ouh, spaseeba..." [ouh, terima kasih]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah beberapa lama mereka berbual, aku tersentap daripada lamunan ketika aku mendengar mereka berbual 'ala-ala kuiz'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KKR1: "Shto takoe yablaka?" [apa itu epal?]&lt;br /&gt;KKR2: "Eta frukt da?" [itu buah, kan?]&lt;br /&gt;KKR1: Mo-lo-dets! [pandai!]&lt;br /&gt;KKR1: A, shto takoe ogurets [apa itu timun?]&lt;br /&gt;KKR2: *Keliru* ...ya neznayu...[saya tidak tahu]&lt;br /&gt;KKR1: Ladna ladna, otvechaite....vspominaite...(takpa takpa, cuba jawablah....cuba ingat balik...)&lt;br /&gt;KKR2: Urm, tozhe frukt *suara slow macam tidak yakin* (Buah jugak kan?)&lt;br /&gt;KKR1: Nyet, eta ovoshy. Ladna, pa luchshee...[tak, itu sayur. takpa, cuba lebih baik]&lt;br /&gt;KKR1: Taksi, eta lichnii ili obshestvenni transport? [taxi, itu barang persendirian atau barang awam?]&lt;br /&gt;KKR2: eta, moi ii tozhe obshestvenni...[itu yang kita dan juga hak public]&lt;br /&gt;KKR1: Nyeettttt! Eta obshestvenni pata muchto vse ispolzuyut vot etot transport. Obshestvenni ot slova 'obsyii'. Pomnite. [bukan, itu barang public sebab semua orang boleh guna transport tu. Ingat, 'obshestvenni' dari perkataan 'obsyii' (awam)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makcik di sebelah aku pun tersenyum melihat telatah dua orang budak perempuan kecil sedang berbual tentang perkara yang berguna, berpendidikan. Aku terimbau kembali apa yang pernah berlaku sewaktu ketika aku kecil dulu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang 1: Hang tau dak 2+2 sama dengan berapa?&lt;br /&gt;Aku: (sedang mengira guna jari) ...3!&lt;br /&gt;Orang 1: Bodooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah telatah rakyat Malaysia, khusunya masyarakat Melayu di kampung aku. Tiada galakan, tiada motivasi jikalau kita sendiri melakukan sesuatu kesalahan. Malah, kalau apa yang betul pula, tiada dipujinya. Lain prinsipnya di sini, LAIN! Mungkin ini satu bibit kecil dalam kehidupan di mana aku sedar, orang Rusia sungguhpun tidak berapa tamadun atau modern macam Malaysia, pengakhirannya, sebenarnya kitalah, kita orang Malaysia yang jauh lebih tidak bertamadun. Lihat saja di dalam bas, ada orang baca buku? Ada orang diam? Atau ada orang atau kanak-kanak bersembang mengenai sesuatu berkaitan pendidikan. TIDAK! Malah, siapa sahaja yang punyai perbualan sedemikian lebih hina berbanding orang yang kerjanya memaki hamun, bergelak ketawa sembang perkara kotor. Sungguh menjengkelkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis satu cerita, ambillah teladan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-1507282417550278982?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1507282417550278982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/mentaliti-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1507282417550278982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1507282417550278982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/mentaliti-malaysia.html' title='Mentaliti Melayu'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-1812063969952857838</id><published>2011-12-10T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T11:02:22.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe</title><content type='html'>My body, it might be more fragile than others.&lt;br /&gt;Some days are tougher than others, like today.&lt;br /&gt;I might not be as strong as others physically,&lt;br /&gt;But I believe, with this tongue that God gave me,&lt;br /&gt;I can spread His words of truth,&lt;br /&gt;And with this hand of mine,&lt;br /&gt;I can write beautiful words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because I choose to believe,&lt;br /&gt;Not only in Him,&lt;br /&gt;But also in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-1812063969952857838?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1812063969952857838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1812063969952857838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1812063969952857838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-believe.html' title='I Believe'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-7362730373419282074</id><published>2011-12-10T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T11:00:57.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasulullah dan Kita</title><content type='html'>Rasulullah SAW sendiri pun pernah diuji dengan pelbagai ujian oleh Allah SWT, apatah lagi kita ni, manusia biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa lega hati, bila mengingatkan nabi junjungan kita sendiri pernah melalui ujian yang kita lalui, malah lebih perit lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes my heart feel that it's not alone in this fragile world that's full of trials and tribulations... ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7362730373419282074?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7362730373419282074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/rasulullah-dan-kita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7362730373419282074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7362730373419282074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/rasulullah-dan-kita.html' title='Rasulullah dan Kita'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2978707948189014122</id><published>2011-12-10T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T06:20:06.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasihat Luqman Al-Hakim</title><content type='html'>Ambillah harta dunia sekadar keperluanmu sahaja, dan nafkahkanlah yang selebihnya untuk bekalan akhiratmu. Jangan engkau tendang dunia ini ke keranjang atau bakul sampah kerana nanti engkau akan menjadi pengemis yang membuat beban orang lain. Sebaliknya janganlah engkau peluk dunia ini serta meneguk habis airnya kerana sesungguhnya yang engkau makan dan pakai itu adalah tanah belaka. Janganlah engkau bertemankan dengan orang yang bersifat talam dua muka, kelak akan membinasakan dirimu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Copied from my friend Amirul Muttaqin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2978707948189014122?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2978707948189014122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/nasihat-luqman-al-hakim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2978707948189014122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2978707948189014122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/nasihat-luqman-al-hakim.html' title='Nasihat Luqman Al-Hakim'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2460833966678086408</id><published>2011-12-10T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T06:04:22.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Want To Be Happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/375195_2466103526306_1063804784_32098470_173667851_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/375195_2466103526306_1063804784_32098470_173667851_n.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2460833966678086408?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2460833966678086408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-you-want-to-be-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2460833966678086408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2460833966678086408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-you-want-to-be-happy.html' title='Do You Want To Be Happy?'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-4870520825559029831</id><published>2011-12-10T05:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T05:32:22.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah is making you, not breaking you.</title><content type='html'>"Allah never throws you deeper than you can go. He throws you from such a height were He knows yes you may fall, gain a few scratches, and open wounds, but He also knows how much sabr, tolerance and will power you have to stand back up. Yes we all complain, moan and cry saying ‘Why Me!’ but why do we forget this life is a test; Allah is making you, not breaking you. He is by your side, He is your shadow and your guiding light..”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-4870520825559029831?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4870520825559029831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/allah-is-making-you-not-breaking-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/4870520825559029831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/4870520825559029831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/allah-is-making-you-not-breaking-you.html' title='Allah is making you, not breaking you.'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-6801574619413219788</id><published>2011-12-08T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:27:13.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silence Goes for Miles</title><content type='html'>Don't settle for someone who doesn't give you things to say. Forever is a long time to make small talk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2011/12/silence-goes-for-miles.html"&gt;http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2011/12/silence-goes-for-miles.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="background-color: black; color: #777777; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1em; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.75em; text-align: left; text-transform: 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Miles'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-4691086491328379161</id><published>2011-12-08T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:22:07.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light and Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gw_XvBR7mLc/Th3nDSkjfPI/AAAAAAAAA5c/6uQnqgEq8LE/s1600/li.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gw_XvBR7mLc/Th3nDSkjfPI/AAAAAAAAA5c/6uQnqgEq8LE/s400/li.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Running away…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, again, I’m running away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ve been running since “Monday”,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from that point on, I went  running until “Sunday”,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whatever day is it, I don’t care, because it’s Today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Be patient” you order me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t joke on me because it makes me unhappy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unhappiness only makes me angry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and when I’m pissed off, I’m cranky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking about my problems, I don’t see any light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finding the solution, I don’t see any hope in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why am I running?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to get away from my problems that are always coming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to feel free from a life that is always pressing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to let go off everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want a life full of pleasure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want my time fulfilled with leisure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and say good bye to pressure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was running away on that Sunday night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I voiced whispered to my ears in fright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Allah does not charge a soul except [with that within] its capacity”[1]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I slowed down my speed, as if my energy is drained,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only some miles left before meeting “Monday” again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to digest what is said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;does it mean that I can do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stopped running, my head down looking at the ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started to question myself, what was it the reason I’ve been running all around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But facing my problems are freaking tough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how can I not run away when I had enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“No calamity befalls a Muslim but that Allah expiates some of his sins because of it, even though it was the prick he receives from a thorn.”[2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! Is this all because of my sins?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I don’t think running will save my own skin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stood back up again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started running again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ran faster than before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ran and I ran like thirst for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I’m not running to run away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I’m running to find a way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will overcome my problem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will find the solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will never again back down on the ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will never again run like mad all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I can welcome “Monday”,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as a new “day.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“For indeed, with hardship [will be] ease.”[3]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;————————————————————————————————-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[1] Al-Baqarah: 286&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[2] Sahih Bukhari Vol. 7, Book 70, #544&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[3] Surah Ash-Sharh: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Poem by Ameen Misran )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://langitilahi.com/3419"&gt;http://langitilahi.com/3419&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-4691086491328379161?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-7110850933964747014</id><published>2011-12-06T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:18:10.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Like a Boomerang, What You Throw is What you Get</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XmLJmK2DnDg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7110850933964747014?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7110850933964747014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XmLJmK2DnDg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-4065380430484081153</id><published>2011-12-05T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T14:18:25.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Loss of Momentum</title><content type='html'>Never ever in my whole life have I ever felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired, so exhausted. To the point of forcing myself to do things which I usually love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations, frustrations, and unfulfilled ambitions are breaking my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to getaway to a sweet escape, just for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves, please come sooner I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away from this dreary routine that has begun to imprison me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-4065380430484081153?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4065380430484081153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/loss-of-momentum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/4065380430484081153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/4065380430484081153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/loss-of-momentum.html' title='A Loss of Momentum'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-1078368252322542755</id><published>2011-12-04T13:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T13:34:50.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kita telah terserap jauh ke dalam dunia,&lt;br /&gt;dan hanya menggunakan nama agama untuk menghalalkannya,&lt;br /&gt;sedang realitinya kita jauh daripada Allah Yang Maha Esa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hilal Asyraf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-1078368252322542755?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1078368252322542755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/kita-telah-terserap-jauh-ke-dalam-dunia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1078368252322542755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1078368252322542755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/kita-telah-terserap-jauh-ke-dalam-dunia.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-749814161859605642</id><published>2011-12-04T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T08:28:30.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just gotta be your own hero and save your own little heart. Don't wait for a prince or princess charming to save it.</title><content type='html'>-Jay Isa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-749814161859605642?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/749814161859605642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-you-just-gotta-be-your-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/749814161859605642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/749814161859605642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-you-just-gotta-be-your-own.html' title='Sometimes you just gotta be your own hero and save your own little heart. Don&apos;t wait for a prince or princess charming to save it.'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-4095485801621536704</id><published>2011-12-03T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T12:37:19.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Realness</title><content type='html'>On the stage they stand, like statues waiting for the world to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd walks in and sees the make up, and thinks it's make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see the tricks, and think they're tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see a shot ring out from what they think is a toy gun and someone dies, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you leave, one of them presses a note into your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not pretend. It's all real. Please help me."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2011/12/realness.html"&gt;http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2011/12/realness.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-4095485801621536704?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4095485801621536704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/realness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/4095485801621536704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/4095485801621536704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/realness.html' title='The Realness'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-7139079607316796558</id><published>2011-12-02T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T05:22:08.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumah di Syurga</title><content type='html'>Daripada Abi Umamah katanya Rasulullah s.a.w. bersabda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aku menjamin terhadap rumah di pinggir syurga kepada orang meninggalkan perdebatan walaupun dia yang betul,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumah di tengah-tengah syurga bagi sesiapa yang meninggalkan berdusta walaupun dalam bergurau senda dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rumah di bahagian tertinggi syurga bagi sesiapa yang memperelokkan akhlaknya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hadith Riwayat Abu Dawud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s- Thanks to Kak Syafiqah who shared this hadith with us during the Lady's Garden Session. May Allah bless you forever, and always...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7139079607316796558?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7139079607316796558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/rumah-di-syurga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7139079607316796558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7139079607316796558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/rumah-di-syurga.html' title='Rumah di Syurga'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-948231264594548657</id><published>2011-12-01T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:01:31.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bidadari Dunia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://laila-jihad.deviantart.com/art/the-very-essence-of-worship-102676483?q=gallery%3Alaila-jihad%2F2216553&amp;amp;qo=6"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://langitilahi.com/pustaka/2011/11/the_very_essence_of_worship_by_Laila_Jihad.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidadari Dunia. Bukan dilahirkan. Tetapi dibentuk menjadinya ~ Picture by my beloved Laila Jihad of Deviant Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita meneruskan lagi bicara kita berkenaan Bidadari Dunia. Kali ini dengan tajuk yang umumnya mengetahui. Malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. Malu. Ramai yang tahu. Tetapi berapa ramai yang mengaplikasi di dalam hidup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berapa ramai pula yang memahami makna malu yang sebenar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersembunyi dan tidak keluar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ke hadapan dan mendiam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak bergaul dan menyendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidadari Dunia pada saya adalah yang punya malu. Dan dia malu dalam keadaan yang sebenarnya. Malu adalah apa yang membuatkan seorang wanita itu menjadi Bidadari Dunia, dan mahak di mata manusia yang lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa? Kita perhatikan. Ini pandangan saya, seorang lelaki biasa yang memandang perempuan itu mahal sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malu yang sebenar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membicarakan malu, ita perlu kembali kepada malu yang sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan pada saya malu itu hingga tidak bergaul, tidak ke hadapan, dan mengasingkan terus diri daripada masyarakat. Bagaimana Bidadari Dunia mahu beroperasi, sekiranya malu itu adalah sedemikian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nusaibah RH menyertai medan perang. Aisyah RH, Fatimah RH juga demikian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khansa RH pula berpuisi kepada orang ramai, dan manusia dapat pula melihat ketabahannya saat dia kehilangan anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang perempuan, tanpa segan silu mencari Rasulullah SAW kerana risau akan keselamatan baginda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah mereka ini tidak malu? Mustahil. Mereka adalah sohabiah Rasulullah SAW. Semestinya mereka adalah wanita yang paling mempunyai ‘malu’ dalam kehidupan mereka. Maka di sinilah kita melihat semula definisi malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malu yang sebenar, adalah malu untuk melanggar perintah Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka, selagi tidak dilanggar perintah Allah SWT, apakah yang mahu dimalukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada saya, itulah definisi malu yang dipegang oleh Bidadari Dunia yang menakjubkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidadari Dunia, Malu Dengan Allah SWT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidadari Dunia itu mahal kerana dia malu kepada Allah SWT. Sebab itu, dia bukan menuruti rasa ‘malu’ yang terbit daripada ‘rasa’nya. Sebab itu, Bidadari Dunia masih bercakap di hadapan sekiranya dia diperlukan. Bidadari Dunia akan turun ke medan saat dia diperlukan. Bidadari Dunia akan bergaul dengan lelaki saat dia diperlukan. Walaupun mungkin ramai yang merasa ‘malu’ untuk itu, tetapi Bidadari Dunia bukan sedemikian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal, Bidadari Dunia menjadi indah dengan ‘malu’nya apabila, dalam dia kelihatan ‘berani’ itu, dia menjaga batas-batas yang Allah SWT telah gariskan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidadari Dunia tidak ‘berani’ sehingga mendedahkan auratnya, bentuk tubuhnya. Bukan kerana dia mengikut rasa ‘malu’ yang terbit daripada perasaannya, tetapi kerana dia malu untuk melanggar arahan Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidadari Dunia tidak akan terlalu ‘berani’ bergaul dengan lelaki ajnabi, berlebih-lebihan hingga hilang kehormatan dan kemahalalan dirinya. Bukan kerana dia mengikut rasa ‘malu’ yang terbit daripada perasaannya, tetapi kerana dia malu untuk melangkaui batas yang dibina oleh Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidadari Dunia tidak akan terlalu ‘berani’ ke hadapan dengan lenggang yang mengiurkan, suara yang menggoda, dan sikap gedik yang mengada-ngada. Bukan kerana dia mengikut rasa ‘malu’ yang terbit daripada perasaannya, tetapi kerana dia malu untuk melangkaui batas yang dibina oleh Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa saya ulang-ulangkan – bukan kerana dia mengikut rasa ‘malu’ yang terbit daripada perasaannya – ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana, ada orang, dia memang sikit pun tak rasa malu mendedahkan rambutnya. Pada dia, biasa. Hatinya tak tercuit pun rasa segan bila mendedahkan bahunya. Pada dia, biasa. Ada orang, dia memang rasa biasa bertepuk tampar dengan yang bukan sejenis, memang rasa tak ada masalah bila dia buat suara menggoda dan sebagainya. Pada dia, itu biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, Bidadari Dunia ni bukan ikut ‘apa dia rasa’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidadari Dunia ini, ikut ‘apa Tuhan dia kata’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun dia tak malu nak dedahkan tubuhnya, dia rasa ‘malu’ juga untuk melakukannya kerana itu adalah batas antara ketaatan dia kepada Allah, dan keingkaran dia kepadaNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihatlah Allah SWT apabila memberikan pesan kepada perempuan beriman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dan katakanlah kepada perempuan-perempuan yang beriman supaya menyekat pandangan mereka (daripada memandang yang haram), dan memelihara kehormatan mereka; dan janganlah mereka memperlihatkan perhiasan tubuh mereka kecuali yang zahir daripadanya; dan hendaklah mereka menutup belahan leher bajunya dengan tudung kepala mereka; dan janganlah mereka memperlihatkan perhiasan tubuh mereka melainkan kepada suami mereka, atau bapa mereka atau bapa mertua mereka atau anak-anak mereka, atau anak-anak tiri mereka, atau saudara-saudara mereka, atau anak bagi saudara-saudara mereka yang lelaki, atau anak bagi saudara-saudara mereka yang perempuan, atau perempuan-perempuan Islam, atau hamba-hamba mereka, atau orang gaji dari orang-orang lelaki yang telah tua dan tidak berkeinginan kepada perempuan, atau kanak-kanak yang belum mengerti lagi tentang aurat perempuan; dan janganlah mereka menghentakkan kaki untuk diketahui orang akan apa yang tersembunyi dari perhiasan mereka; dan bertaubatlah kamu sekalian kepada Allah, wahai orang-orang yang beriman, supaya kamu berjaya.” Surah An-Nur ayat 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah SWT menyuruh perempuan yang beriman itu menjaga diri mereka. Penjagaan inilah yang merupakan ‘malu’ yang sepatutnya ada pada perempuan yang ingin menjadi Bidadari Dunia. Dia bukan muncul di khalayak untuk menggoda, menunjuk-nunjuk dirinya, tetapi dia bergerak hanya dalam batas-batas yang dibenarkan Tuhannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah Allah SWT melarang wanita bergaul dengan lelaki? Tidak. Lihatlah firman Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dan orang-orang yang beriman, lelaki dan perempuan, setengahnya menjadi penolong bagi setengahnya yang lain; mereka menyuruh berbuat kebaikan, dan melarang daripada berbuat kejahatan; dan mereka mendirikan sembahyang dan memberi zakat, serta taat kepada Allah dan RasulNya. Mereka itu akan diberi rahmat oleh Allah; sesungguhnya Allah Maha Kuasa, lagi Maha Bijaksana.” Surah At-Taubah ayat 71.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, jelas batas-batasnya ada. Bukan semberono sahaja pergaulannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana itu, sahabiah-sahabiah Rasulullah SAW bukan duduknya di rumah semata-mata. Tetapi membantu juga di dalam peperangan, membantu juga dalam penyebaran ilmu Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi bagaimanakah perempuan hari ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi bagaimanakah saudari-saudari saya hari ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di manakah malu itu diletakkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah apabila di dalam jiwa rasa ‘tidak mengapa’, ‘tak rasa segan pun’, maka semberono sahaja diredah batas-batas yang ditetapkan Tuhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapakah yang saudari-saudari saya hari ini ambil sebagai idola? Artis-artis atau yang memang telah diiktiraf oleh Allah dan Rasulullah SAW sebagai Bidadari Dunia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada pula dalam kalangan saudari-saudari saya yang salah meletakkan malu mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contoh dalam urusan perbincangan perkahwinan. Kononnya malu, kononnya nak menjaga syara’, akhirnya hingga berbincang pun tidak. Tunggang terbalik sana-sini, disulami salah faham yang berselirat. Contoh lain, dalam urusan persatuan, dalam urusan kerja-kerja Dakwah dan Tarbiyah, dalam melaksanakan program dan sebagainya. Amat sukar untuk berbincang. Kononnya malu, hendak menjaga syara’. Tetapi akhirnya menyukarkan keadaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak memahami di mana patutnya malu diletakkan, adalah satu kesilapan fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya perempuan-perempuan Islam ini tidak ke hadapan, tidak kuat, lemah di mata masyarakat dan dikatakan mundur serta mudah dipergunakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penutup: Malu Bidadari Dunia, menyebabkan mereka mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab itu dalam membicarakan Bidadari Dunia, kefahaman berkenaan malu ini adalah penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka itu, Bidadari Dunia itu, menonjol tetapi tidak pula kita rasa mereka ‘murah’. Bahkan kita rasa ‘hormat’. Mereka itu, punya batas-batas, tetapi tidak pula kita lihat mereka terkongkong. Bahkan kita melihat mereka ‘bebas’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malu telah menjaga akhlak mereka. Malu telah menjaga maruah mereka. Malu telah menjaga peribadi mereka. Malu telah menjaga prinsip mereka. Malu telah menjaga kecantikan mereka. Malu telah menjaga tubuh mereka. Buat mereka mahal, semahal-mahalnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita sejuk mata memandang mereka menutup aurat, akhlak yang cantik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tidak pula kita rasa meluat apabila mereka ke hadapan dan bergaul di dalam masyarakat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan sering kali kita tersenyum dan merasa lega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujur ada perempuan sedemikian yang berjalan di atas dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana kita tahu Bidadari Dunia itu punya malu yang menjaga mereka, membuatkan mereka sentiasa kelihatan indah dan menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Langitilahi.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-948231264594548657?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/948231264594548657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/bidadari-dunia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/948231264594548657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/948231264594548657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/bidadari-dunia.html' title='Bidadari Dunia'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-5308452750509034583</id><published>2011-12-01T13:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T13:45:42.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go, little heart.</title><content type='html'>My heart has the tendency to stick around even when people already left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go, little heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was meant to be, things will happen on its own. Leave it to fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-5308452750509034583?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5308452750509034583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/let-go-little-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/5308452750509034583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/5308452750509034583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/let-go-little-heart.html' title='Let go, little heart.'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-8178899090406333212</id><published>2011-12-01T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:27:34.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light and Shadow</title><content type='html'>We see light, we can see through light. Light always brighten our life. Especially at night, where darkness limits your sight. But, although it brightens you and makes you see, anyway there's always a shadow behind everything you see. And again, wasn't the light supposed to brighten everything, but why there's still shadow? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because He wants us to learn, life is not just the thing you see, but there's thing you can't see. Maybe my effort (light) is enough to see every single thing (giving my best in tests) in my room, but, there's always a shadow (imperfection). I see that, effort and tawakal is parallel. Tawakal. Tawakal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we said tawakal, it doesn't mean you will get a good result ahead of you, it means EVERYTHING THAT YOU'LL GET IS THE BEST FOR YOU!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pathogenesisdaun.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pathogenesisdaun.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-8178899090406333212?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8178899090406333212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/light-and-shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8178899090406333212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8178899090406333212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/light-and-shadow.html' title='Light and Shadow'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-7721207962512997800</id><published>2011-12-01T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:10:14.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chest Cavity</title><content type='html'>“It just creates and then fulfills a series of needs.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s all it does?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yip.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So why is it so sensitive? It’s not like it’s conscious.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It has a degree of choice but not nearly to the same extent as a certain other machine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do you mean?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It creates lists.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lists?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, lists. It orders the things it wants to do and then does them, in order of what it defines as most important to it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It doesn’t sound terribly impressive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is the most important machine here. In fact, it creates importance. It decides whether or not you consider the taste of something more important than the effect of it or whether the feeling of a song is more important than how tired your legs are. It decides whether or not it’s more important to you to spend time with the ones you love than it is to be at work. It decides whether or not it’s more important to you to pay your bills than do the things you’d rather be doing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bloody hell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know what the worst part is?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This isn’t the first time I’ve been called down here to fix it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It breaks often?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not often. But it does break. I’ve seen ones that have broken too often or too much. Held together with bits of tape and string. A great sheet of nothing wrapped around, just so they can hold it together.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Could that happen to this one?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It has the words ‘Anything Can And Quite Often Does Happen.’ inscribed across the front. What do you think?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think it’s insane.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Correct.”&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/37905_414248048158_682018158_4627330_7389856_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/37905_414248048158_682018158_4627330_7389856_a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/"&gt;http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7721207962512997800?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7721207962512997800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/chest-cavity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7721207962512997800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7721207962512997800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/12/chest-cavity.html' title='The Chest Cavity'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-3151086630935936184</id><published>2011-11-30T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T12:37:47.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So which of Allâh’s favours will you deny?</title><content type='html'>You knock ,&amp;nbsp;He opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You attend, He welcomes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ask, He gives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sin, He tests.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You repent,&amp;nbsp;He forgives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You cry, He listens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything you do, is about you; and everything He does, is about you…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"So which of Allâh’s favours will you deny?" [The Noble Quran Surah Al-Rahman (55): 13]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Asyi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-3151086630935936184?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3151086630935936184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-knock-opens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/3151086630935936184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/3151086630935936184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-knock-opens.html' title='So which of Allâh’s favours will you deny?'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-5247063969910990671</id><published>2011-11-29T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:49:35.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IOCZOfuNVp0?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_1" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;People, do you understand me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_2" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If sometimes I feel a little mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_3" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Don't you know no one alive can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_4" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;always be an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;When things go wrong I seem a little sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_6" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_7" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_8" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You know sometimes, I'm so carefree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;With a joy that's hard to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_10" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Sometimes seems that all I have is worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_11" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And then you're bound to see my other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_12" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_13" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_14" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If I seem edgy, I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_16" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;That I never mean to take it out on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_17" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Life has its problems and I get more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_18" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;than my share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_19" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But that's one thing I never mean to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I don't mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_21" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;People, don't you know I'm only human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_22" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Don't you know I have faults like any one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_23" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But sometimes I find myself alone regretting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_24" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Some little thing; some foolish thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_25" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;that I have done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_26" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_27" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_28" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Don't let me be misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_29" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I'm just someone whose intentions are good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_30" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Don't let me be misunderstood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s hover" id="line_31" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Don't let me be misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-5247063969910990671?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5247063969910990671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-just-soul-whose-intentions-are-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/5247063969910990671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/5247063969910990671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-just-soul-whose-intentions-are-good.html' title='I&apos;m just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don&apos;t let me be misunderstood'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IOCZOfuNVp0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-8856240944754924387</id><published>2011-11-29T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:37:35.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>A muallaf's appreaciation towards Islam can sometimes be much more than a person who was born a muslim by name, perhaps because he sees it as a gift from Allah to him, a gift of faith and belief. While we, who have been born with bin and binti in our names, take our religion for granted, just because it was there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we ashamed of ourselves? I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-8856240944754924387?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8856240944754924387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8856240944754924387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/8856240944754924387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2595835359363521283</id><published>2011-11-28T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:19:41.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muslimah</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AAnXVDNCLEs" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh muslimah&lt;br /&gt;Allah cinta kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah kasih kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;Oh muslimah&lt;br /&gt;Berbahagialah kau telah dilahirkannya dengan mulia&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan telah berkati wanita yang cukup ilmu&lt;br /&gt;Rendah hati&lt;br /&gt;Oh muslimah, busanamu menutup rapi&lt;br /&gt;auratmu kau lindungi dengan indahnya&lt;br /&gt;Oh muslimah, kau rajin memuji&lt;br /&gt;Islam kau jadikan ikutan sejati&lt;br /&gt;Oh muslimah&lt;br /&gt;memandangmu menyejuk hati&lt;br /&gt;menundukkan nafsu hati yang goyah&lt;br /&gt;Keayuan wanita solehah indah peribadi&lt;br /&gt;Tulus hatinya&lt;br /&gt;Oh muslimah&lt;br /&gt;Kecantikan yang sebenar&lt;br /&gt;Pada tutur kata penuh berhikmah&lt;br /&gt;Mempertahan kehormatan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;dengan pakaian mentaati Allah&lt;br /&gt;Oh muslimah&lt;br /&gt;Kau masuk ke syurga&lt;br /&gt;Solat lima waktu dan berpuasa&lt;br /&gt;Menundukkan pandangan matamu&lt;br /&gt;Mentaati suami yang tercinta&lt;br /&gt;Oh muslimah&lt;br /&gt;Kau rajin mengaji&lt;br /&gt;Islam kau jadikan&lt;br /&gt;Ikutan sejati&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2595835359363521283?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2595835359363521283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/muslimah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2595835359363521283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2595835359363521283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/muslimah.html' title='Muslimah'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AAnXVDNCLEs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-310048115307625215</id><published>2011-11-28T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:14:08.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HCSM Around The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P1n5sIyAGgg?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From Malaysia, Syria, Palestine, Sudan, Egypt and Iraq all of these people participated in HCSM. They wanted to make a difference, exchange knowledge and communicate with others from different worlds.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s- I look as orange as my dress in this video...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-310048115307625215?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/310048115307625215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/hcsm-around-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/310048115307625215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/310048115307625215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/hcsm-around-world.html' title='HCSM Around The World'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/P1n5sIyAGgg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-6613591381073521728</id><published>2011-11-28T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:12:05.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Streets</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/reyfu31SSh4?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where'd the days go? When all we did was play&lt;br /&gt;And the stress that we were under wasn't stress at all&lt;br /&gt;Just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from&lt;br /&gt;Walking by a high-rise to a landmark square&lt;br /&gt;You see millions of people with millions of cares&lt;br /&gt;And I struggle to the train to make my way home&lt;br /&gt;I look at the people as they sit there alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-6613591381073521728?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6613591381073521728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/these-streets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2082419966034176179</id><published>2011-11-28T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T19:58:41.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let yourself be loved by those who wish to love you, and allow your heart to be happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2082419966034176179?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2082419966034176179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/let-yourself-be-loved-by-those-who-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I worry for you, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;You keep so many things shelved in your heart and bury them in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;That it's almost impossible to dig them back.&lt;br /&gt;On the surface you might seem perfectly fine,&lt;br /&gt;But I can see who you are deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm OK with that,&lt;br /&gt;With you being just you,&lt;br /&gt;Imperfections and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2640056750090130881?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2640056750090130881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-worry-for-you-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>(The highways are filled with the dead inside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highways are filled with people on their way to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Look at the way they're looking at you with glassy eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how lonely they are and desperate for another human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The world needs to be burned down. Look at the news).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is filled with beautiful people. Look at the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Never apologise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2011/11/fact-that-im-just-not-perfect.html"&gt;http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2011/11/fact-that-im-just-not-perfect.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-1516252133713960357?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1516252133713960357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/fact-that-im-just-not-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1516252133713960357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/1516252133713960357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/fact-that-im-just-not-perfect.html' title='The Fact that I&apos;m Just Not Perfect'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-5438520704772209588</id><published>2011-11-27T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:35:37.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308642_10150299380358159_682018158_7973172_1774159532_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308642_10150299380358159_682018158_7973172_1774159532_a.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May the road rise up to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;May the wind always be at your back.&lt;br /&gt;May the sun shine warm upon your face,&lt;br /&gt;and rains fall soft upon your fields.&lt;br /&gt;And until we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;May Allah hold you in the palm of His hand.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ain Ariffin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-5438520704772209588?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5438520704772209588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/may-road-rise-up-to-meet-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/5438520704772209588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/5438520704772209588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/may-road-rise-up-to-meet-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-606846732586482117</id><published>2011-11-26T23:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:08:12.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sometimes the people we've known for a short amount of time have the biggest impact on our lives, even more than those we've known forever. "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-606846732586482117?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/606846732586482117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-people-weve-known-for-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/606846732586482117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/606846732586482117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-people-weve-known-for-short.html' title='&quot;Sometimes the people we&apos;ve known for a short amount of time have the biggest impact on our lives, even more than those we&apos;ve known forever. &quot;'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-7746236306065219460</id><published>2011-11-26T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:09:14.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Watch your thoughts, they become words. Watch your words, they become actions. Watch your actions, they define you. "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7746236306065219460?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7746236306065219460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/watch-your-thoughts-they-become-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7746236306065219460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7746236306065219460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/watch-your-thoughts-they-become-words.html' title='&quot;Watch your thoughts, they become words. Watch your words, they become actions. Watch your actions, they define you. &quot;'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-221556112861859819</id><published>2011-11-26T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:04:34.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lylRmcYvnyk" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;James Morisson - One Last Chance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In my life I don't mean much to anyone&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my way, can't go back anymore&lt;br /&gt;Once I had everything, now it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me again 'cause I've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that I'm not worth it&lt;br /&gt;I've made mistakes but nobody's perfect&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one last chance to get myself together&lt;br /&gt;I can't lose no more time, it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;and I try to remember who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've got one last chance to get myself together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for me to change again&lt;br /&gt;I can't carry on like this, I will lose my friends&lt;br /&gt;don't say that you have given up on me&lt;br /&gt;Just give me the time and space to heal my head&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that I'm not worth it&lt;br /&gt;I've made mistakes but nobody's perfect&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one last chance to get myself together&lt;br /&gt;I can't lose no more time, it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;And I try to remember who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've got one last chance to get myself together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I've got to take this chance and make it into something good&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that I'm not worth it&lt;br /&gt;I've made mistakes but nobody's perfect&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll give it a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got, I've got one last chance to get myself together&lt;br /&gt;I can't lose no more time it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;I've got one last chance to get myself together&lt;br /&gt;I can't lose no more time it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;And I try to remember who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've got one last chance to get myself together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one last chance...&lt;br /&gt;Well you know it's all I need..&lt;br /&gt;Just one last chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one last chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-221556112861859819?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/221556112861859819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-last-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/221556112861859819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/221556112861859819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-last-chance.html' title='One Last Chance'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lylRmcYvnyk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-6897960374281801240</id><published>2011-11-26T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T11:56:17.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Beautiful Feeling</title><content type='html'>That beautiful feeling&lt;br /&gt;When you meet and part solely for Him&lt;br /&gt;To please your Creator&lt;br /&gt;When your knees fall in prostration to Him&lt;br /&gt;When you listen to His words of truth&lt;br /&gt;And when you feel Him there&lt;br /&gt;In your every move, your every breath, your every heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Subhanallah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah for not deserting me, even when I have deserted You in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me, and bringing me back to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="6:44" height="71" src="http://c00022506.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/6_44.png" style="background-color: #fffff2; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; position: relative; text-align: right; z-index: 0;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So when they forgot that by which they had been reminded, We opened to them the doors of every [good] thing until, when they rejoiced in that which they were given, We seized them suddenly, and they were [then] in despair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Surat Al-'An`am [6:44]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-6897960374281801240?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6897960374281801240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-beautiful-feeling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6897960374281801240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/6897960374281801240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-beautiful-feeling.html' title='That Beautiful Feeling'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-7903961021894512975</id><published>2011-11-25T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T02:35:15.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Expensive Cars, Roadtax, Life and God.</title><content type='html'>Salam (May peace be upon you),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirrahmannirahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever got stuck in a traffic jam or as the french call it "embouteillage"- just love the word. Anyhow, ever got stuck in a traffic and;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- laugh at all the other people stuck there with you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- curse or make fun of the ones using the emergency lane for their own selfish benefit. (Especially only to get arrested by the policemen waiting a few meters ahead) Ha Ha Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- feel sorry for those driving those kerete mewah seperti jaguar, lamborgini, ferarri, BMW, a Bugatti Veyron maybe dan sebagainye, kerane walau bagaimane awesome pun kerete mereke..ia tetap tak boleh terbang to avoid the traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Come to think of it, having one of those flying horses yg cam Navi Avatar naek tu seems like a more appealing choice of transport. Awesome nye!] And tak paya bayar insuran and roadtax! Wohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just thinking, thats one of the things I like about Him. The fact that He overlooks wealth, physical appearance and looks solely into our heart before passing any judgements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like cars and traffic. Just because a person drives an Aston Martin, and another person drives some ancient Nissan or Datsun...We all have to abide by the road rules, by the traffic lights etc. Sure the roadtax we pay may differ based on the car we're driving. But in the end, if the traffic light is red, you still have to stop, and even if ure using the fastlane (Smartag/ Touch 'n Go) you still have to pay. And when you find yourself in the midst of a traffic jam. You're stuck..just like the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what so beautiful about the Creator Himself and The Deen He entrust us with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that all that matters is a beautiful and pure Heart. &lt;br /&gt;Jikalau baik dan suci dlmnye...nescaye akan terselah lah keindahannya diluar,insyAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to love us for all that we are...and to know us inside out, the good the bad...Especially the good deeds we do even when others perceive it badly. But He knows we never intend to hurt anyone, that, that one mistake we did, we did it with good intentions..He knows it all for He is The All Knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50:16- And We have already created man and know what his soul whispers to him, and We are closer to him than [his] jugular vein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so awesome, kan? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we will all be judge..befittingly, rightfully,fairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So despair not those who think this life is unfair, for the real life is not here, yet.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe those evil person got away with the things they did, because no else found out bout it.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we know about it but its beyond our power to punish them.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be angry..For He knows..and He'll know how to deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will finally get what they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;Including us. &lt;br /&gt;So be good people. Til next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu'alam.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://superheroes-10.blogspot.com/2011/11/super-expensive-cars-roadtax-life-and.html"&gt;http://superheroes-10.blogspot.com/2011/11/super-expensive-cars-roadtax-life-and.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-7903961021894512975?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7903961021894512975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/super-expensive-cars-roadtax-life-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7903961021894512975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/7903961021894512975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/super-expensive-cars-roadtax-life-and.html' title='Super Expensive Cars, Roadtax, Life and God.'/><author><name>Anis Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024911118986800179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcCBQa1Duo/TtHkXof_TuI/AAAAAAAAArw/D6VB37mtcgc/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569752793501435752.post-2273238534859664035</id><published>2011-11-25T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T02:36:32.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"And We have already created man and know what his soul whispers to him, and We are closer to him than [his] jugular vein." [50:16]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569752793501435752-2273238534859664035?l=mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2273238534859664035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-we-have-already-created-man-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2273238534859664035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569752793501435752/posts/default/2273238534859664035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysolitarysolitude.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-we-have-already-created-man-and.html' title='&quot;And We have already created man and know what his soul whispers to him, and We are closer to him than [his] jugular vein.&quot; 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