Ramadhan yang pergi.

Lama sungguh-sungguh tak update blog ni. Tak sempat ... sungguh tak sempat. Entah apa yang membuatkan tak sempat pun tak tahu la .... posa kot ....

Ramadhan has gone. What are the good deeds that we have done during the last Ramadhan. Kids are happy celebrating Eid. So do we, the parents, but deep inside me, I was crying during the last nite of Ramadhan. To me, I have not fully optimise the last Ramadhan for ibadah ila llah. And I do not know whether I will meet another Ramadhan ever again. This might be my last Ramadhan and I did not fill it with enough ibadah. Ya Allah ... Please forgive me.

However, I am still grateful, Alhamdulillah, with the few ibadah that I have performed, I can feel the sweet sensation when performing it. i can feel that i am a better person now. I pray to Allah that I will 'istiqamah' with my ibadah in order to become a good muslimah .... InsyaAllah.

During the last Kuliah Subuh that I listened to at Surau al-Mawaddah, Seksyen 7, Shah Alam, on Friday morning before we hit the road to my Kg Pertama, there are few things that hit me.

Rasullah mengaminkan doa Jibril seperti berikut:

Laknatlah bagi mereka yang tidak mengucapkan selawat ketika nama nabi Muhammad s.a.w disebutkan.
Laknatlah bagi mereka yang keluar dari Ramadhan tanpa mendapat pengampunan dari Allah.
Laknatlah bagi mereka yang berkesempatan hidup bersama kedua ibubapa tetapi tidak berjasa kepada mereka malah menyakiti (hati) mereka.

Ya Allah, semoga aku terlepas dari laknat Allah, Rasul dan Malaikat. Semoga aku tidak termasuk dalam golongan ini.

I conveyed these few 'ilm that I know to my children. They asked about No.2, "How do we know that Allah has forgave us?" ...... Do you have an answer for this? Only ALLAH knows, we can only pray and pray that we were forgiven. I really hope that my kids will grow up to be good muslims, mukmin and muttaqin ............ Amin.

Pen off now ..........

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