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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

FATHER FORGETS

Ditulis Oleh seorang pakar motivasi terkenal yang lahir pada tahun 1888 : Dale Carnegie, insan istimewa berbakat besar dalam mendidik masyarakat Amerika tentang apa itu "Public Speaking". Dan dalam sebuah bukunya yang paling terkenal ada diselitkat sajak ini yang di petik oleh beliau dari sebuah majalah Readers Digest pada awal kurun ke- 19 dulu. "Father Forgets" kisah seorang ayah yang terlalu mengharap pada anak kecilnya..



Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little
paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily
wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone.
Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the
library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily
I came to your bedside.

There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross
to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because
you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to
task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when
you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You
gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You
spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off
to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand
and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in
reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came
up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles.
There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before
your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house.
Stockings were expensive-and if you had to buy them you would
be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how
you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes?
When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption,
you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge,
and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your
small arms tightened with an affection that God had set
blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither.
And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped
from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What
has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of
reprimanding-this was my reward to you for being a boy. It
was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too
much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own
years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your
character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn
itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous
impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters
tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and
I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these
things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But
tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer
when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my
tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it
were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy-a little boy!"

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you
now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are
still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your
head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

Dia yang kukasih



Seorang ayah itu....
tiada yang lain yang akan digambarkan kecuali ketegasan,
mendidik dengan penuh sabar dan tekun
agar anak-anaknya mampu menjadi manusia terbilang kelak.

Seorang ayah itu....
amarahnya bukan sekadar marah,
tapi punya pengajaran yang baik,
supaya nanti anak-anaknya tidak mudah leka dengan dunia.

Seorang ayah itu,
hatinya sangat lembut kalau ditelusi...
lantaran dia adalah sang ayah,
yang menyayangi anakanda-anakandanya sedalamnya,
cuma kadang sayang itu kurang dipamerkan.

Seorang ayah itu,
wajahnya sentiasa senang dan tenang,
biar beribu beban tergalas,
kerana dia sang pemikir yang tajam.
anak dan isteri adalah anugerah dan amanah,
maka perlu dijaga sebaik mungkin,
bukan tempat membalas penat dan lelah...

Wahai tuhan yang maha mendengar,
berikan kesihatan yang baik kepada ayah,
dan kurniakan juga umur yang panjang untuknya,
agar kami anak-anaknya,
punya tempat bermanja dan mengadu kasih,
bile seisi dunia lelah melayan keletah kami...
ampunkan dosa-dosanya,
dan bahagiakan dia dunia dan akhirat....

* Sayangi mereka, kasihanilah mereka sementara mereka masih ada. Kelak kalau sudah tiada, penyesalan panjang sangat mungkin tidak berguna. Al-fatihah buat ayah kepada 3 orang adik juniorku di sekolah menengah dahulu. Adik2ku yang dikasihi, kuatkan hatimu! Allah itu maha rahsia perancangannya. Moga kalian diberi ganjaran pahala yang berlipat ganda atas kesabaran kalian. Allah loves u sis :)


Friday, September 23, 2011

...Fate...

Crashed! by the wave
thrown away by the wind
separated, saddened, enlightened

In the amazement of the world
which ended in loneliness
every step of foot
has been written by Him

Everything is moving
in His accordance
breath of life, love and everything
has been destiny to undergo
everything you wish ya rabbi

I obey, I submit
Only to you ya rabbi
has been destiny to undergo
everything you wish ya rabbi....

Whenever there is pain
try your best to smile
whenever there is laughter
try your best to be patience
because tears are non-everlasting
it will come and go
whenever life felt soar
could be that your heart is missing Him
because only with Him
heart indulge peace
peaceful mind and body

Has been destined to undergo
everything you wish ya rabbi
I obey, i submit, only to you ya rabbi

"Verily Islam began as a stranger and will return as a stranger-therefore give glad tidings to the strangers"







Thursday, September 22, 2011

Syair!



Banyak lebah mendatangi bunga yang kurang harum
karena banyaknya madu yang dimiliki bunga...

Tidak sedikit lebah meninggalkan bunga yang harum karena
sedikit madunya,

Banyak laki-laki tampan yang tertarik dan terpesona
oleh wanita yang kurang cantik karena memiliki hati yang cantik...

Dan tidak sedikit pula wanita cantik ditinggalkan
laki-laki kerana jelek hatinya

Karena kecantikan yang sejati bukanlah cantiknya wajah
tetapi cantik apa yang ada di dalam dada,

Maka percantikkanlah hatimu agar dicintai dan dirindukan oleh semua orang...

[ Bila Hati Rindu Menikah l Mas Udik Abdullah ]

FATHER FORGETS

Ditulis Oleh seorang pakar motivasi terkenal yang lahir pada tahun 1888 : Dale Carnegie, insan istimewa berbakat besar dalam mendidik masyarakat Amerika tentang apa itu "Public Speaking". Dan dalam sebuah bukunya yang paling terkenal ada diselitkat sajak ini yang di petik oleh beliau dari sebuah majalah Readers Digest pada awal kurun ke- 19 dulu. "Father Forgets" kisah seorang ayah yang terlalu mengharap pada anak kecilnya..



Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little
paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily
wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone.
Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the
library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily
I came to your bedside.

There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross
to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because
you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to
task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when
you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You
gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You
spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off
to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand
and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in
reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came
up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles.
There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before
your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house.
Stockings were expensive-and if you had to buy them you would
be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how
you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes?
When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption,
you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge,
and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your
small arms tightened with an affection that God had set
blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither.
And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped
from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What
has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of
reprimanding-this was my reward to you for being a boy. It
was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too
much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own
years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your
character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn
itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous
impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters
tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and
I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these
things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But
tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer
when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my
tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it
were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy-a little boy!"

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you
now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are
still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your
head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

Dia yang kukasih



Seorang ayah itu....
tiada yang lain yang akan digambarkan kecuali ketegasan,
mendidik dengan penuh sabar dan tekun
agar anak-anaknya mampu menjadi manusia terbilang kelak.

Seorang ayah itu....
amarahnya bukan sekadar marah,
tapi punya pengajaran yang baik,
supaya nanti anak-anaknya tidak mudah leka dengan dunia.

Seorang ayah itu,
hatinya sangat lembut kalau ditelusi...
lantaran dia adalah sang ayah,
yang menyayangi anakanda-anakandanya sedalamnya,
cuma kadang sayang itu kurang dipamerkan.

Seorang ayah itu,
wajahnya sentiasa senang dan tenang,
biar beribu beban tergalas,
kerana dia sang pemikir yang tajam.
anak dan isteri adalah anugerah dan amanah,
maka perlu dijaga sebaik mungkin,
bukan tempat membalas penat dan lelah...

Wahai tuhan yang maha mendengar,
berikan kesihatan yang baik kepada ayah,
dan kurniakan juga umur yang panjang untuknya,
agar kami anak-anaknya,
punya tempat bermanja dan mengadu kasih,
bile seisi dunia lelah melayan keletah kami...
ampunkan dosa-dosanya,
dan bahagiakan dia dunia dan akhirat....

* Sayangi mereka, kasihanilah mereka sementara mereka masih ada. Kelak kalau sudah tiada, penyesalan panjang sangat mungkin tidak berguna. Al-fatihah buat ayah kepada 3 orang adik juniorku di sekolah menengah dahulu. Adik2ku yang dikasihi, kuatkan hatimu! Allah itu maha rahsia perancangannya. Moga kalian diberi ganjaran pahala yang berlipat ganda atas kesabaran kalian. Allah loves u sis :)


...Fate...

Crashed! by the wave
thrown away by the wind
separated, saddened, enlightened

In the amazement of the world
which ended in loneliness
every step of foot
has been written by Him

Everything is moving
in His accordance
breath of life, love and everything
has been destiny to undergo
everything you wish ya rabbi

I obey, I submit
Only to you ya rabbi
has been destiny to undergo
everything you wish ya rabbi....

Whenever there is pain
try your best to smile
whenever there is laughter
try your best to be patience
because tears are non-everlasting
it will come and go
whenever life felt soar
could be that your heart is missing Him
because only with Him
heart indulge peace
peaceful mind and body

Has been destined to undergo
everything you wish ya rabbi
I obey, i submit, only to you ya rabbi

"Verily Islam began as a stranger and will return as a stranger-therefore give glad tidings to the strangers"







Syair!



Banyak lebah mendatangi bunga yang kurang harum
karena banyaknya madu yang dimiliki bunga...

Tidak sedikit lebah meninggalkan bunga yang harum karena
sedikit madunya,

Banyak laki-laki tampan yang tertarik dan terpesona
oleh wanita yang kurang cantik karena memiliki hati yang cantik...

Dan tidak sedikit pula wanita cantik ditinggalkan
laki-laki kerana jelek hatinya

Karena kecantikan yang sejati bukanlah cantiknya wajah
tetapi cantik apa yang ada di dalam dada,

Maka percantikkanlah hatimu agar dicintai dan dirindukan oleh semua orang...

[ Bila Hati Rindu Menikah l Mas Udik Abdullah ]