What actually matters.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

At one point at the beginning of your journey in seeking for His blessings I believe you have this kind of spirit that could burn the sky, and this urge to invite everyone you love to have a taste of loving Him. At least I experienced it.

But of course, Jannah is not cheap, and only those who are really striving for it deserve it. On this road, not everyone is willing to face the challenges, and sometimes in the end, the only thing that you can do is to pray for them who opt to take another route.

I had the pleasure of sitting together with a friend over a dinner. From talking about their local food, the conversation shifted to how their student community is here. Frankly speaking we are not even close, but she is this type of person that makes you feel comfortable to open up to her. She comes from a country with a non-Muslim majority, and here in Turkey, majority of their students are Muslims.  She mentioned that the student body has just recently started making halaqah groups for their students in all provinces in Turkey. I asked how their halaqah is, what is included and whatnots, and she explained. Her group is handled by 3 sisters who are studying post-graduate in several branches of Islamic Studies. It was not the first time I hang out with her, and I know a bit of her background. She comes from a family with a strong religious background which quite explains her, she spent a part of her studying years in religious schools and really, her akhlaq is admirable.

To my surprise, however, she admitted her inability to express her thoughts and opinions in their session, like how this certain verse touches her, and how this verse makes her feel like this and that. She just can’t. Even in the halaqah in her previous schools she faced the same issue. But at the end, she said that the only thing she is able to do is by expressing through akhlaq.

Good akhlaq is what we are lacking nowadays. Akhlaq covers many aspects such as the way we speak, the way we dress, what we talk about, and many others, including, in this modern age, what we post on social media. Akhlaq is what makes the da’wah spreads effectively, because good akhlaq builds trust. Whatever you are trying to prove and whatever it is that you are trying to preach to people, without good akhlaq, it will never touch any heart, because what is in your heart will be reflected through your akhlaq, and only a good heart can touch other hearts.

The best example of such is of course our beloved Rasulullah SAW. With his akhlaq, he managed to leave his legacy of sahabah who inherited his akhlaq and further spread Islam until it ruled 2/3 of the world, and in the Surah Al-Ahzab : 21

There has certainly been for you in the Messenger of Allah an excellent pattern for anyone whose hope is in Allah and the Last Day and [who] remembers Allah often.

In the end, it’s your akhlaq that counts.

#beyondayasofya – Ankara Part 1

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم.
Assalamu’alaikum wrt wbt.
Since I was gonna have my winter break I decided to take trips outside of Istanbul. I tried to plan my trip since December but somehow whenever I try to do so the break seemed so far away I ended up procrastinating. my first options were Ankara, Edirne, Bursa and Konya (came a bit later in the picture), and I planned to tour istanbul too because believe it or not after 4 months I still haven’t gone to some places. After some discussions and rearranging my schedule and reconsidering factors,my destinations were finalised -Ankara, Istanbul and bursa.
As the break was coming nearer I panicked as I hadn’t made a proper plan. One week prior to the break we finally made a “more” proper plan. My main purpose of going to Ankara was to visit the Embassy of Brunei. My family and I planned to come to Ankara when I first came but we had to cancel due to health reason. I was actually about to do a solo trip, but my mother did not allow me, hence a friend came with me.
I informed the embassy that I was gonna come, made rough plan and bought a bus ticket as recommended by a contact from the embassy 2 days before going. 
19/1/2015 – Day of departure.
That morning I woke up at around 6.30 after sleeping at 1 the night before. After my morning routine it was time to get ready, and later on I finished up packing. We left our dorm at around 8.15 and our bus to Ankara would leave at 11. At around 9 we reached Uskudar for the Marmaray underground train. From Uskudar Marmaray we headed towards Yenikapi and transferred to Metro to reach the main inter-city bus station. Upon reaching the main station we dropped by a nearby mosque for Dhuha, grabbed something for brunch before going to our peron.
By the way I’m kinda a sucker when it comes to organising and minimising, So my clothes were stuffed in a small hand luggage for a 3-day trip. In total I brought a backpack containing a book, a notebook, a small pencil case,  iPad, snacks, cables, power banks and some other stuff and a hand luggage of clothes. 
So at 11 off we went to Ankara, with a bus comfortable enough for a 6-hour trip, complete with a TV for each passenger and WiFi. Surprisingly not long after the bus started to move, we both got carsick, which I think didn’t happen during my (only) bus trip to Pontianak in 2009 and after 20 min or so a baby sitting few seats behind of us threw up, and at this moment my body spray came in handy, and not to forget that I realised that I left my charger cable at my dorm halfway through our journey. Ironically out of everything i packed to keep my phone alive which includes an extra power bank, I forgot the lifeline (pun intended). but luck was on my side. Our pit stop did sell charger cables, so a 35TL saved the day.
Alhamdulillah our journey went smooth and the view we saw was just, Subhanallah. It was as if we were sandwiched by snow-covered mountains from distant and as we were nearing Ankara they became closer and closer until at one point all we saw were hills, trees, and snow.

Pit stop

Accommodation 
We started searching on the net for a place to stay a few days before going, but we didn’t seem to find any affordable place except for two hostels. I didn’t wanna go for them because there were only shared rooms available and they stated “mixed”, which meant that the room may put male and female together, but my roommate said that they separate male and female. After considering for a few days. we booked 2 beds in a 3-bed room. but not long after booking it a senior who is studying in Ankara offered to stay at her place. She was in Istanbul and returned to Ankara the day before we left. so we cancelled our booking- fortunately they didn’t charge anything. 
In the middle of our journey however she contacted us again with a bad news. her place was occupied at the very last min and we couldn’t stay with her. so we placed a booking again to another hostel. 
We reached Ankara at around 5.30. After getting everything done (read : finding our way and getting an Ankarakart, a transportation card for Ankara) we started heading to our place. 
It was around 5 stops and a few minutes walk from the Ankara Otogar. After checking in we went out for solat and dinner. When we first entered our room the other person occupying one of the beds were not in.

Going around

We first walked to Kocatepe Camii which is around 500m from our place. Kocatepe Camii is one of the biggest mosques in the world and can accommodate up to 24,000 people. When we reached the mosque however the lights inside were already off.

After that we went for a dinner. We had nothing fancy, just pizza. Then when we were heading back we dropped by at an arcade to try a 7D cinema.

We continued back going to our hostel, and when we entered our room we found a man sleeping on one of the beds. 

According to your potential.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.
Assalamu’alaikum wrt wbt.

I can’t really remember when exactly i started writing (which does not include facebook statuses), but it was around the time when blogging was like one of the craze at that time, probably when I was 13 or so. Around that time too I started to create quite highly imaginative stories, inspired by stories I came across. Time ticked, and I developed. my old blog has been deleted due to inactivity and nonsensical contents but mostly the latter. I started fresh with this new page, with the hope that it can benefit anyone.

New things, however, come with new challenges. Have i talked about insecurity and lack of confidence? One thing about realising what you have become is sometimes we are too afraid of the expectations and reactions we might get from our surrounding. I don’t know to what extent is this true but it is I think kind of so me. So many things have been kept to vanish and some even have been kept unsolved. Actually, the only expectation we can’t meet is our own expectation of ourselves. It’s either because we put a mental barrier between ourselves and our expectations or our expectation is just too high and in the end we feel sorry for ourselves. Guess what? We don’t have to. We don’t have to be sorry for things we cant do. We don’t have to be sorry for not being able to go straight to beyond our limit.

We do have our own limits. but we can expand it if we are willing to. Potential is like a space confined by brick walls. You can walk within it but you can’t pass through the wall without having to break it, but of course you need rebuild the wall again in case you tore it down to clear the mess. Hence, utilise whatever is available within that space. You will be able to create more and in the meantime too you will naturally expand the boundary and adds more space according to your necessity. No rush, and no worry, because that space is yours. No one else can walk in it as fabulously as you do.

‘insomnia’ post

assalamulaikum

the clock has just entered 12, and here i am composing an entry with my phone 😴
its not that im not tired, i am. so tired in fact. too tired to sleep. it happens right? 😂 well maybe this is partly because of the sound of a crying dog not far from my house.
and at time like this when you are just alone in your room you feel…alone. and the past innocently kicks in. it can be embarrassing, funny, neutral or the worst of all -haunting.
chin up ya akhi wa ukhti. self-reflection is the best way to deal with the haunting images of the past. remember that your past builds who you are today. remember that Allah is with the patient.

jaga hati, jaga iman.

this is one of the most effective phrase for me. jaga hati, cos hati affects you in all ways.

jaga iman. dont regret your past, because thats just like violating one of the rukun iman, having faith in qadha and qadar. Nauzubillah
 
i wish you all a good sleep 😊

A hectic week indeed!

Assalamualaikum

can you believe that it’s november already?! hello hello 
alhamdulillah, as of today i only have one paper left for my A level, which is psychology 3. i’ll be sitting for on the 19th, insyaAllah. wish me luck!
to be honest i am trying my best to make this blog not diary-ish, but more like something for me to share my thoughts, lessons etc, or in simpler words something for me to share knowledge.
BUT 
this one may be like an exception.
a bit.
this week started with my socio 3 exam. fyi, socio is my weakest point. i didnt score well for my nov ’12 and june ’13 AS, but i did improve by two grades. but it wasnt enough. im grateful though because overall i have improved except for my math ( it dropped by 7%) and i jumped 3 grades for my psychology. well skip skip
my biggest problem with socio is i just dont read enough. socio is all about willing to read (and actually give a spit) about what the sociologists think. my sir’s been telling me to read more since last year but i…. have issue with willpower *cricketcricket*
well anyway, alhamdulillah the exam didnt go like my internal tests and exams. i have always had trouble writing fluently in my exams and tests, because as you know i didnt read and memorize enough facts. almost 30% of the time was usually used just to recall and cross out what i wrote down on the paper. mind you that in socio the 1.5 hr is NOT usually enough to write everything you have learnt in that one year (3 hours in the case of A2) so minus the 30% you actually barely have enough time to actually write something relevant and meaningful. i didnt have enough time either to write everything on the paper for my recent paper, which is actually a good thing. 
because i usually have time to waste.
during that exam i took up to plus minus 95% for writing. though incomplete, i could recall almost all facts i have revised. FINALLY for the first time i felt the joy of writing (hopefully) enough facts. i can never forget how my sir have always said ‘write more, write more’ to me. it’s funny though that he never smacked me for failing to write enough for most of my assignments. honestly he is the most supportive teacher i have ever had. the way he believes in me is really unbelievable. like seriously, i failed my nov AS but he still pushed me to go beyond what i have shown him. he knows that im capable of doing better. when i told him i almost got a C for my june AS he simply said ‘yes, i know. you can get an A, even’. HOW COOL IS THAT?? he has always told me that i can do better despite of failing to do that. every single time. well i finally followed his advice for real and hence lesson learnt -always listen to your teacher.
well the 5th of nov we (my family) celebrated my parents’ 34th wedding anniversary. 
and on the 6th i attended the 3rd SOASCIS International Conference (SICON3), and it was the best event i have attended so far. the theme this year was “Towards A Healthy Youth Culture : The Role of Islamic Family and Educational Values”. around 20 plus speakers were present from Brunei, neighbouring countries, Europe, USA, Australia, S. Africa, Kyrgyzstan and few others ( there were like 13 countries if im not mistaken). the event went on for 3 days until the 8th. honestly it was an honour to be able to be in the same room with all the scholars. they have shared many things that were linked to issues such as family and education from Islamic perspectives. every knowledge that i have gained from the conference is totally priceless. they were very frank in answering questions we threw them and they really treated us like their own students. we even actually ate together! not all of us though, but you know what i mean. the discussions went beyond the formality of the event. at times we approached them individually and asked them some questions related to their area of expertise. i cant list out every single lesson that i have learnt from all the speakers because that would take the whole day to write everything (we got 20 speakers!) but one tips given by a scholar who memorizes the Qur’an and many,many hadith by heart was WATCH WHAT YOU TAKE INTO YOUR BODY VERY CAREFULLY. this includes eating halal and good food, protect your eyes from seeing bad things, and think positively. Also refrain yourself from indulging in useless activities so much and enjoy the nature (he is from somewhere in the Middle East, he said Brunei has so many beautiful places). really, the conference was very eye-opening. it gave me an insight of Islam from a totally new perspective and changed my way of thinking and perceiving things as well.

so 3 days of conference and we got a new family member in between!

And it’s another boy :3

i made myself do this

assalamualaikum
it’s been a while. im in the middle of my A level exam, so yeah. do wish me luck! my next papers are socio 3 and psychology 3 (my other subjects are maths and gp, which i have done in the last 3 weeks).
things arent really going well for me,physiologically and mentally. last 2 weeks i kinda messed up my body clock after having my socio 2. well what happened was Brunei was the host for the ASEAN summit thing, and the events coincided with the cambridge public exams, so the timetable had to be edited. the usual morning timetable which all this time started at 9, got shifted to 8, the afternoon sesh (usually 2 pm) shifted to 1 pm and the friday afternoon sesh (2.30) got freaking shifted to night. my socio happened to be on friday night at 8-9.30. plus a bit of delay and a  visit (ahem) to CBTL, i finally reached home at around almost 11 and ended up sleeping way past midnight, and i havent really recovered until today. not kidding.

skip,skip,skip

what actually drags my willpower to its peak to write tonight is the conversation i recently had with my cousin..

……LOVE

yep, we talked about love. what else do you expect can fill the minds of teenagers nowadays right? WRONG! well you are not wrong per se. the conversation was initially about something else, but yknow, conversation. 

heartbreak, personally speaking, might be my best experience. i know it is an oxymoron but really, i mean it. it opens up your mind more, it gives your brain more power and ability to decide for you. its not as bad as you think. yes, that psychological pain you have to endure hurts as much as getting punched in the face. whatever happens time heals all wound.

what is so special about this little thing called love really?

to love and to be loved are actually naturally engineered in us. so if you feel like you have the butterflies flying violently in your stomach that you actually feel like you are gonna throw up monster butterflies with piranha teeth but cute at the same time (okay whateverrr), dont panic or throw up or pass out. its just your hormone

basically thats why its most of the time a big deal. its natural. evidence:

Ad-Dhariyat (49) :  And of all things We created two mates; perhaps you will remember.

but of all love (please stick to the common mindset) i see some teenagers are taking advantage on their love. it ails me to my tummy. some even treat it like the top of their priority list. its plain ballistic that sometimes it reaches the extent of suicide.

why?

its almost 12.40 and sleep is what i need.
so let me just conclude with one of the famous hadith.

The Prophet (saw) advised to: “Take benefit of five before five: Your youth before your old age, your health before your sickness, your wealth before your poverty, your free time before you are preoccupied, and your life before your death(Narrated by Ibn Abbas and reported by Al Hakim)

dont be swayed by the beauty, because it may end uglier than sin.

note: i have decided to publish this first, insyaAllah i”ll try to improve this later

the sky is crying

Assalamualaikum

so my journey today started with  rain and jb’s next to you. a good combo huh?

rain is often used to symbolise gloom, sadness etc. the perfect background for the break up scene in a movie.well sometimes for the getting-back-together scene.

living in an equatorial climate rain is something that i usually anticipate, except after it has been dark for a few days straight.

well, rain is magical. it can be a nuisance sometimes. you cant properly dry your laundry outside. you have to switch the light on. this and that. but at the same time it gives you this comfortable cool feeling. you dont have to water your garden.

it’s good as much as it’s bad.
the gloom helps you.
just as much as problems do

the sky might be crying,but it could be of joy.