Quranic Gems: Die a Muslim

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- Miss P -

BruONZ Summer Games 2014/15

The down-under Summer Games is back! When I thought it wouldn’t.

So this year’s game was quite the “last-minute” kind of event. Usually every year each state would take turns in organizing this event. Sydney was hosting the last two years summer games and Melbourne hosted last year.

I don’t know what happened but it turned out Sydney was organizing the Futsal and Netball tournament this year, which I think should be done by other states.

Anyways, I participated in the Netball tournament as always. I played for the Sydney team. Though last year I did not join due to my yearly travel. I went Umrah last year! Alhamdulillah. I miss Mekah and Madinah now! It was super-duper awesome guys, like whaaaattt…Okay let’s carry on.

There were four teams competing in the netball tournament; Brisbane, New Zealand, Perth and Sydney. Long story short, Sydney won! Alhamdulillah! It was close though. We won over Wahine (New Zealand) and Perth Swans. We lose to Brisbaners and we tied up on first place. Due to time constraint, the winners were picked by total goal difference between each team. That’s how Sydney won the gold medal. (Couldn’t find photos of Second-Place Winner i.e. Brisbaners).

Sydney Team: SUPERNOVAS (First-Place Winner)

New Zealand Team: WAHINE (Third-Place Winner)

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Perth Team: PERTH SWANS (Fourth Place)

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Third Gold Medal Baby.

Alhamdulillah for the win and to play for Sydney was awesome. The fun bit of this event is also meeting your peers; be it the alumni, your own batch, the juniors, the super juniors, people from other states and so on.

I would love to join again in many years to come insyaAllah.

- Miss P -

[Short Story] Till Death Do Us Part

“Would you be my wife Farah?”

“You certainly have not met my parents yet.”

“I did.”

“What did they say?”

“I should go away.”

“Because I’m sick?”

“No. Because they think I should be happy with someone else.

Someone that will take care of me for the rest of my life.”

“… Good. Now why would you ask me for a hand in marriage, Wafiy?”

“Because… I don’t need someone to take care of me.

All I want is to take care of you for the rest of my life.”

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That is what Wafiy did, for the past 40 years of marriage.

Farah had been hospitalized numerous times. Going in and out of the hospital getting her heart-cancer treatment. She felt helpless when the doctor said she has to stay in the hospital because she has reached her final stage.

I am going to die.

I am going to leave my husband and my six handsome sons.

She thought.

Other cancers could have been treated successfully.

But mine…

Every second just hurt as one by one of my organs have stopped working.

My heart is broken... Literally.

The sound of my heart crumpled into tiny pieces, when it should be beating,

Not only crushed my feelings, but Wafiy’s.

Be strong dear husband, I can’t talk anymore.

I can feel your existence

But I could not open my eyes as I live dependent on this machine.

It hurts.

My heart hurts.

As much as I want to stay but please…

Please…

…

Let me go.

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“10 percent left?! Of what?! My wife’s life?!”

“Mr. Wafiy – “

“What are you? Allah? God? You can’t predict my wife’s life!”

“Babah calm down – “

“Stop it Kamal!”

“Babah let’s just listen to the doctor – “

“I said – “

“Just listen to the – “

“SHUT IT KAMAL!”

“NO! YOU SHUT IT!”

Wafiy looked bewildered as his eldest son cried.

“For the past 37 years of my life Babah, I believe… Mama had suffered. Not from the point I had been born but at the point when you hadn’t even met her yet.”

Kamal looked at his father; Wafiy stared ahead.

“She is tired Bah… Tired. Getting treatment even though she knew – we knew it’s going to end up like this. Why don’t we just doa banyak-banyak for her instead of throwing rages and going mad. That is just going to hurt her more. And you too.”

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Three days past and Farah’s heart beats slowly. Wafiy sat beside Farah’s bed and gazed at his lovely wife’s face.

When do we get so old love?

I didn’t realize that your soft, firm skin on your face has turned to wrinkles.

I bet I don’t look as handsome as we first met huh?

But that’s not fair…

Because you are still the most beautiful woman that I have ever met.

Please… Wake her up Allah.

I want her to wake up and look at me.

I wouldn’t be able to let her go.

But if that is YOUR will, then…

 Just wake her up and let me see those beautiful eyes again.

And those beautiful eyes opened slowly and met his gaze. No words were coming out of his mouth. Wafiy could not take his eyes of her and when he sees a glimpse of hope, those beautiful eyes shut again.

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Beep... Beep... Beep...

The signal light on the machine that indicates Farah’s oxygen level was green.

Wafiy started reciting the Qur’an, Surah Yaasin, hoping that Farah would wake up and call his name while he is reciting. However, that beeping sound became quicker. Wafiy looked up and the signal light fluctuated from green to yellow consecutively.

Doctor came in and out checking on Farah’s condition and did their best to help her. Wafiy recited more and after awhile he checked again the signal light.

Beep – beep. Beep – beep. Beep – beep.

The more rapid the beeping sound, the harder he recited. Until…

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

The signal light turned red.

Wafiy stopped.

He tried to carry on but he felt his lungs had reached his throat. He stood up, shaking. He gripped his wife’s shoulder and shook her up.

“Don’t leave me Farah! Please… Please don’t leave me!” Wafiy wailed.

He could not hide his tears anymore. He bawled out and that was the first time his sons ever see him cry. The youngest son Harris, 18 years old, cried the most after Wafiy.

He took his wife’s face in his hands and embraced that beautiful face one last time. His tears running down his cheeks as he sobbed.

I will see you soon my love…

I hate to see you go before me,

But I make a promise to Allah and He granted it.

I have to let you go…

Wait for me Farah…

Wait for your dear husband in Jannah.

[This short piece of writing is adapted from a true story. The names used are not the real names of the people involved in the real situation, therefore the name and plots written in this story is purely coincidental and has nothing to do with the living or the dead.]

To Nini Uda, May Allah put you among those who believe, Aamiin.

Short Story

Peppermint Cafe

Went for late lunch with my Calamari ladies yesterday (except JO). The initial plan was just WW and I on a date but ended up bringing FR along. It was always great chatting with these girls but sadly I have to go first to pick up Babu from work.

We had our lunch at Peppermint Café, in Beribi. It was my first time visiting the place and luckily it was past lunchtime, therefore the ambience was not disturbed by crammed place and loud voices.

Ate Beef Steak and Sweet Potatoes - actually I was craving for Mashed Potatoes but they didn’t have them at that moment. Sigh. The steak was medium-well, just how I like it. Drank hot chocolate and why on earth did I drink hot beverage when it’s hot bright sunny day? Period guys.

Overall the place was okay lah, but even though it was past lunchtime, it was difficult to find parking space. It took me about five turns to find one and in the end, I parked at the corner of a junction. Nice.

- Miss P -

Quranic Gems: Remember Allah

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Quranic Gems: Full Compensation

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Sister's Engagement Night

“So kaka bila lagi?”

“Eeeehhh, kelangkahan dulang ni”

“Balum ada boyfriend? Baik tah mencari”

All questions proposed to me during my sister’s engagement ceremony. My YOUNGEST sister engagement! Yeah, like why am I, the elder sister, am not married yet or engaged yet when my younger sister did?

The obvious answer - I have not encountered my jodoh yet.

The delusional answer – my jodoh is currently preparing a proposal.

The terrible answer – my jodoh is in Korea and he is not aware of my existence.

Well, I think I answered those questions adequately.

Anyways, congratulations lil sis and my future brother-in-law (insyaAllah) on your engagement last night! May Allah ease the process for the both of you to your wedding day! Can’t wait!

My future BIL and My Forever Lil Sis <3

- Miss P -