Life

Alhamdulillah, all praise is due to Allah, peace and blessing be upon His messenger, Muhammad shallallahu alaihi wassalam. A week after training = undescribeable feeling. Well, I couldn't share in this blog what is it about, but surely as time goes and of course by Allah's will, time answers everything though. 

The thing is, I couldn't believe if being old (read : my age is 21 years old) is quite hard, I have to think more than before. In this time, I rarely share my feeling to best friends (including parents), so again as usual Allah always there.

This week, this was the first time during my 4 months in Bali, I went out with 4 High School Friends, we went to our english teacher and went to our school of course. But currently is semester break, so no one is there except some workers for the building renovation. We went to my teacher's house. It was nice, we share the stories during the last 3 years, so you could imagine how nice the conversation we had that time! :)

The rest of my time, I spent in my dad's shop, yea just helping around. There's story, I was alone that time in the shop no one is there except the carpenter, when there was customer came to our shop asking for the price of kitchen set, the material and everything. I couldn't answer properly, it was almost like ^%&%. Luckily one of the carpenter, his name is Tikno, I called him as Pak Tikno he knows a bit of it, he is the furnishing worker, that's why he didn't know much. So it was nice experience. 

Tomorrow, again my lovely mom asked me to accompany her for meeting her best friend in Batu-East Java, but this time Samy join with us, since his school now having semester breaks. At first, I don't want to accompany her since I haven't finished my training report for IndosatM2, the company could ask me anytime for the report, so I just set the dateline for myself which is next week. Could I finish it up during my stay in the most peaceful place in this world? (my grandma's home). 

I am trying to give semangat for myself. Semangat, Bila! :)

24 December 2011, @Sister's bed room - Bali.

Sweetness

Taken from Hijabi Hijab on facebook :

He prayed finished and walked over to his wife.
He sat down with her and took her hands.
He began to read something while he held her fingers.
She asked "what are you doing?"
He answered, "I finished my prayer and got ready to do Tasbih on your hands so we can share the AJR, and inshaAllah we will be together in paradise too."

(^_^) ♥

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Narrated Mu'awiyah al-Qushayri (may Allah be pleased with him):
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Mu'awiyah asked: Apostle of Allah (pleased be upon him), what is the right of the wife of one of us over him?

He (pleased be upon him) replied: That you should give her food when you eat, clothe her when you clothe yourself, do not strike her on the face, do not revile her or separate yourself from her except in the house.
Abu Dawud (Book 11, #2137)

 

 

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Advice for the sisters: If you want a good husband marry someone who has been a good son.

How do you know? Look at how both treat their parents.
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Why? A good son often becomes a good husband and a good daughter often becomes a good wife. If they know how to respect their parents they will most likely treat you with respect.

By AbdulBary Yahya.

 

 

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"A Husband gave this to his wife after they had an arguement over something."

SubhanAllah :') This is the most sweetest and cutest and creative thing to do:) Everyone should be that creative in their marital lives :)

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These quotes and pictures are a piece of the sweetness things on this life. But before it comes too far, do read this quote :

 

p/s : This is the first post during my working time on training, today is the third day of my last week training. Can't wait any longer to finish. Freedom, here I come. :)

Name(s)

Internship is getting bored day by day eventhough it is near its death. Maybe it is because, I am the only trainee in my company this time, while others are permanent staffs. As for now, at this present time this week is the last 3 weeks of my training. Yeay! Freedom is around the corner, guys. Well, but not really bored though, because I had great experience in preparing for setting up the internet connection for Asean Summit 16-20 November 2011, Alhamdulillah eventhough my contribution in that big project is small. To be honest, the one and only subject that related with my training company is communication system which I took last semester but data communication should be the main important subject to be really into this company, unfortunately I haven't taken the data-comm yet, I will take it next semester.

In this post, I would talk about names, most of you surely at some times kinda have strange feeling about something, in this case is curious with the meaning of your name and it ended up with some questions. Then you will try to google for it, ask parents, ask other people until you have various interpretation of your name. Wait, okay  some of you might be think that, this is too much, yes people it happens to me. as well, so no need to worry. (it is me the one who feel worry ;p). It happens many times, indeed. What's the meaning of my name? Why parents give me such that name? Do they expect me to satisfy the meaning? How if I couldn't? How if my existence is out of their expectation? How to tackle this and that, bla...

Here it goes, I was born in Denpasar, Bali - 17 May 1990. Ummi and Abah was wishing and hoping with their cutest and last children of them to be as truly Nabilah, so it does they give me named Nabila. The correct way to spell my name is Nabilah, but when it comes to Indonesia and having words filtration so it becomes Nabila. Well, those names still have the same meaning, insyaAllah. Because it is just the matter of spelling.^^-,


It makes me think recently, with my day-dreaming hobby, later in my future will the meaning of my name become reality. Most of muslim names origin from arabic, like my name - Nabila, it is arabic female name. Nabila means noble, honourable. See? How 'heavy' this name is? Being honourable and noble not only in front of human being, but in front Allah (this is the important one).


I was surfing on google, about honourable and noble, there is difference of being honourable and noble.

"Being Honorable is pretty self explanatory.This is being Honest and true, telling the Truth, doing the right thing even if it means consequences are bad. Being Noble is to lead the Truth to the many. To stand up in what you believe to be honorable and helping to influence others to follow your lead. Being Nobel means sacrifice for the benefit of others with out regret or retreat."

The big question is : Could I become the 'real' Nabila?

Dear Future Husband

"Dear Future Husband.. I don’t want to be your girlfriend. I just want to be the one you call your wife. Your presence will give me happiness. You’ll be my halal prince charming. Riding your horse of Taqwa. Holding onto the Quran in your right hand and the Sunnah in your left. I hear you’re worth the wait, so I'll wa...it Insha’Allah. My heart belongs to no one, I just thought I should let you know. It belongs to Allah & only Him. You’ll have to get lost in Him to find me & even then you’ll still have to rightfully become apart of my heart. Only through Him. What I’m trying to say is that WE have to get lost in Him to find each other. I hope you’re up for the journey. I know I am."

(Taken from Hijabi Hijab's status on facebook)

Dear Future Husband,

Salaamulaykum. It’s Zainab, your future wife. Maybe you’re reading this before we know each other, which would be amazing. Or maybe I’ve shown this to you before we decide to get married.

If I’ve yet to find you, well there are a few things I’m searching for. I hope you’re a good Muslim and the only thing you love more than me is Allah. You also have to keep up with me, I’m always pushing forward. And even when I make mistakes I have that bad habit of not really examining them and chugging forward- so make sure you stop me and make me a little more patient? 

I’m a bit of a nerd. Ok not a ‘bit’. I’m a big nerd. I hope that instead of regular old dates we’ll go to different places and try new things all the time. I’m off beat.

I think I’m just wasting my time here- I’m trying to get to the point. I tend to ramble too. I try to get my point across as direct as possible but I still ramble- like right now.

You can cry in front of me, you can get angry and mad- you can be silly, you can show me your weaknesses. You can make mistakes big or small- but I still love you. And inshAllah you will love me the same. Because love doesn’t just mean acceptance- it means that I will always be there to pick you up, to push you forward. 

I’m not the best person. I get angry easily, and I can be stubborn. I’m insecure and sometimes I lack confidence. But I always strive to be the best. It’s often said that the first man in a woman’s life is her father- and that her husband has to be someone who will measure up to him. That is not the case with me, I love my Dad but I don’t want to marry someone like him at all. You must promise to me that you will pour cool water on my hot temper, that you’ll pay attention, that when we have children you will be involved with their life. You have to pay attention, ok? You have to be there, you can’t be emotionally absent in any way. Please don’t let your anger get the best of you, just- Be there. 

And I’ll be the best wife I can be. Together we’ll be ambitious and hardworking and loving. I’ll take care of you and our children, I’ll always be happy to go to your parents and family. Let’s just try to enjoy life though, that’s all. 

Right now it’s like staring out of a window and staring at the vast expanse of earth, of people all living. And from my vantage point trying to look for you. It’s impossible. Maybe you’re right here already?

Let’s meet one day.

(Taken from Beauty of Islam - Tumblr *with some changes)


P/S : Just love the words of how the writer was trying to express to. Was gigling myself when read those words. Simply LOL-ing myself. :D


Dear Future Husband
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