i WoNdER...

If Prophet Muhammad (SAW) visited you, just for a day or two

If he came unexpectedly, I wonder what you would do?

Oh I know you would give your nicest room,

to such an honored guest

And you would surely serve him, your very very best.

You would be your finest, cause you're glad to have him there

That serving him in you're home, would be a joy without compare.

But when you see him coming, would you meet him at the door

With your arms outstretched in welcome,

for your respected visitor.

Or would you run to change your clothes, before you let him in

And hide some magazines to put the Quran, where they had been?

Would you still watch those movies, on your TV set

Or would you switch it off, before he gets terribly upset.

Would you turn off the radio, and hope that he had not heard

And wish that you did not sing, that song word by word?

Would you hide your worldly things,

and instead take the Hadith books out

Could you let him walk right in, or would you rush about?

And I wonder...if the Prophet (SAW) spent, a day or two with you

Would you go on doing the things, that you always do?

Would you go right on and say the things, that you always say

Would life for you continue, as it does from day to day.

Would your family conversations, keep up their usual pace

And would you find it hard at each meal, to say a table grace?

Would you keep up each and every prayer,

without putting on a frown

And would you always jump up early, to say your Fajr at dawn?

Would you sing the songs you always sing,

and read the books you read

And let him know the things on which,

your mind and spirit feed?

Would you take the Prophet (SAW) with you,

everywhere you plan to go?

Or would you maybe change your plans, just for a day or so?

Would you be glad to have him meet, your very closest friends

Or, would you hope they stay away, until his visit ends?

Would you be glad to have him stay, forever on and on

Or would you sigh with great relief, when at last he has gone.

It might be interesting to know,

the things that you would really do

If Prophet Muhammad (SAW) came,

to spend some time with you.

d bEst GiFt...

my dear dyla n badrul...

kak dya really loves both of u,

eventhough we were from dfrent abah,

i love both of u more than words,

all the days without u were empty 2 me,

my dear dyla...

do u still remember when i were 8th n u were 4th?

hahaha...kak dya cant 4get d incident,

in front of masjid shah alam,

i were a supergirl saved u from get hit by car,

u were so noty hanging around without mama n abah,

alhamdulillah nothing happened 2 u n me,

we always fought each other until mama bcome a raksasa,

hahaha...i still remember when mama 'libas' my feet bcos of u,

i felt really angry dat time,

but now i know,

i shouldnt angry bcoz it was my fault,

im d eldest so i should surrender...

sometimes u make me hurt,

but its ok bcoz we were sisters...

n u know my dear sist i really love u...

my dear badrul...

ermmm u are my superhero,

eventhough u were my youngest u always protect me,

but y u always call me 'mokpol'?

i hate u lah...thats y untill now i never kurus...hehehe (juz alasan)

u look very tough my bro,

but i know indeep of ur heart u were really sensitive,

kak dya still remember when u were 7th or 8th,

u cried juz bcoz u cant get d stuff dat u really want,

u always cried when u dun wanna go 2 school,

u always cried when i cried...hehehe

thats y i luv u..

my dear dyla n badrul...

day by day time passed by,

we grow up 2gether,

but we were too far away as far as our ages,

nothing i can say juz my doa to both of u,

i wanna c both of u have a hepi life,

be a great n real muslims,

never 4get mama n abah,

n always help each other,

i promise both of u,

i never let us separate,

i will always love both of u,

bcoz u were d best gift from Allah...

mYsELf...

I have to live with myself, and so I want to be fit for myself to know. I want to be able, as days go by, Always to look myself straight in the eye. I don't want to stand with the setting sun, And hate myself for things I have done. I don't want to keep on a closet shelf A lot of secrets about myself, And fool myself, as I come and go, Into thinking that nobody else will know The kind of a woman I really am; I don't want to dress up myself in shame. I want to go out with my head erect, I want to deserve all men's respect; But here in the struggle for fame and pelf I want to be able to like myself I don't want to look at myself and know That I'm bluster and bluff, an empty show. I can never hide myself from me; I see what others may never see. I know what others may never know, I never can fool myself, and so, Whatever happens, I want to be Self-respecting and conscience free.

By: Edgar A. Guest