Andai terlupa PASSPORT

KISAH SEORANG YANG TERLUPA PASSPORT

Cerita ini diberitahu oleh seorang alim kepada sahabat saya, Tuan Aboy Salleh, lalu disampaikan pula pada saya. Jadi, saya rasa bersalah kalau tak share cerita ini pada anda semua.

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Katakanlah,

Kita dah lama rancang nak melancong ke sebuah negara ini. Kita tahu tempatnya cantik, cuacanya permai. Penduduknya pun baik-baik.

Kita dah siapkan bagasi, semua kelengkapan tidak tertinggal. Kita ajak ahli keluarga semua. Kita dah siapkan itinerary apa nak dibuat. Nak makan apa, nak minum apa, nak melawat siapa, nak beraktiviti apa.

Namun,
tiba-tiba,
setelah bagasi kita check-in,
kita teraba-raba di poket,

"Alamak! Mana passport aku?"

Masa tu, kita takkan boleh kejar balik rumah dapatkan passport. Hati kita dah berbungkam, kecewa. Puas kita menangis, merayu pada penjaga pintu supaya kita dilepaskan.

Sayang sekali,
kita takkan melepasinya.

Kita akhirnya,
ditinggal keseorangan.

Sahabatku,
begitulah hakikat kehidupan di dunia ini. Passport itu, adalah ibaratnya solat 5 waktu kita.

Kita dah siapkan bagasi sebagai 'bekalan', untuk dipersembahkan kepada kekasih kita, Allah. Bekalan inilah ibaratnya 'bagasi' kita, besar, cantik dan banyak.

Kita dah siap bawa ibu ayah dikasihi, isteri dan anak tercinta. Kita bawa semua orang yang kita sayang, untuk bertemu Yang Maha Penyayang.

Kita dah berangan-angan nak buat apa sewaktu di syurga. Inilah 'itinerary' kita.

Tapi,
tanpa passport,
kita akan terduduk kekecewaan.

Tiada passport,
keluarga kita takkan melepasi 'gate' tanpa kita. Atau kita ditinggal keseorangan di situ.

Tanpa passport,
tiada guna lagi bagasi besar, cantik dan banyak, yang telah kita persiapkan bertahun-tahun. Semua 'bagasi' itu jadi sia-sia.

Hanya kerana tertinggal passport, kita takkan dapat naik ke penerbangan 'suci'. Sedang yang lain, berlepas ke negeri abadi.

Sahabatku,

Samada kita ada bagasi ataupun tidak,
kita jangan tertinggal PASSPORT

Ingatlah PASSPORT sepanjang masa,
atau bersamalah orang yang sering ingatkan kita tentang PASSPORT kita.

Passport kita,
adalah solat 5 waktu.

Sunat Dhuha berbelas rakaat tak pernah tinggal,

TAPI,
solat Fardhu kita tak pernah khusyuk, ataupun on-off. Habislah 'passport' kita.

Kita sedekah bagai nak rak, bukan sedikit jumlahnya, ikhlas dan sembunyi lagi. Allah siap bagi separuh amalan, walau kita baru pasang niat saja, MasyaAllah Maha Baiknya Allah.

TAPI,
kita sembunyi atau lari bila bersolat Fardhu. Habislah 'passport' kita.

Apa jenis puasa pun, puasa sunat Isnin Khamis, puasa Ramadhan tak pernah tinggal, pakej puasa enam Syawal yang ganjarannya dikira sepanjang tahun. Nyambil-nyambil mengaji Quran khatam pulak banyak kali.

TAPI,
kita sesekali ter'miss' pula solat Fardhu. Atau entah berapa kali Subuh Gajah. Maka, habislah 'passport' kita.

Passport kita,
adalah solat Fardhu kita.
Jagalah solat 5 waktu ini.

Inilah peringatan untuk saya, dan keluarga kita. Mohon Share, kerana kita taknak 'tercicir' dari penerbangan ini.

Sumber : fb Al Irfan Jani

How important is a father in one's life?

Assalamualaikum wbt.

Today is the day where the world is celebrating father's day. In Islam, we are taught to 'celebrate' our parents not just in a day, but everyday! Inshaallah.

To my dear father, abah Khalid who has been my hero since ever & forever... Thank you so much for everything. I will always be your baby girl.

To my dear husband, the father of my children, Anas Huzaifah, Amanina Aisyah & Amni Khadijah... Thank you for being there whenever our children need you the most.

To my dear father in law, baba Shaare ...thank you for being the role model for my husband, and being another father for me.

And to all fathers, thank you for the super job!

May Allah's blessings always be with who deserves...

I would like to share this simple, yet meaningful article was shared thru social media that I believe we need to understand and really look deep into it.

Enjoy your reading!

Regards,
Anisah...



Dedicated to  all the fathers                              

👤🔑🎩💼👓
■ How important
is a father in one’s life?

Mothers are the Soul of our homes... whereas fathers are their very existence.

But have we ever given much thought to the nature of this
existence?

Little is written or said about fathers, even though we understand their value in our lives.

We hardly ever hear anyone talk about fathers. ..
Mothers are made of an ocean of tears. Fathers are a wall of self-control.

Mothers relieve their pain through tears, fathers only console, and it is harder to console than it is to cry.

Surely the candlestick is hotter than the flame, yet
it is always the flame which gets the praise.

We remember mothers as the ones who took care of our daily needs, yet how easily we forget fathers, who arrange finances for daily needs!

Mothers can cry uncontrollably in public, and fathers sob in their pillows at night.

Mothers are allowed to cry; fathers can never be seen in tears.

We can notice the patches on his shoes. His tattered vest is a sure sign of the struggle he gone through. His unshaven beard is a sign of his frugality. He will buy new pairs of expensive jeans for his children, while an old pair of pyjamas will do for him.

While children don’t blink an eyelid when they spend 100's of RMs in a beauty parlour or salon, yet in their own home, a father may be using whatever is at home to avoid any salon or parlour visits.

When a father is ill, he does
not rush to the doctor. He does not fear his illness
but is afraid in case the doctor tells him to rest for a month, as there will be no other bread earner in the family.

Whether he can afford it
or not, he works hard to get his son admitted to an
engineering or medical course.
Despite the shortage of funds he send money regularly to his child at university even some children go on a gala spending spree on the same day the money arrives.

The Father is the existence of the
home. The home is secure from outsiders when a father, in the form of its manger, is alive. He holds the position of the chief executive of the household. He sees, repairs and cares for jobs around the house.

When you announce your exam results, it seems that mother is the closest person to you because she takes you in her arms, praises you and blesses you, but no one notices the father who quietly slips away to the sweet shop to get sweets to distribute among family and friends...

God made paradise under the feet of your mother but he made the father take care of the thorns under your feet....

♢ Salute to All Fathers
            of the world.