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  • le joufflu et big dream 6:31 am on April 7, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Allah, aurat, deen, girls, , life, , Quran, spreadthe words ofIslam   

    Al baqarah verse 30 

    For those who has read this beautiful sentence from quran,im sure…understanding this post will be easy for you guys,inshaAllah.

    Im only going to pinpoint my view of this beautiful verse..if anything i write is wrong,please correct me.. 🙂

    Here,we can see that the angels are questioning Allah’s choice for human to be the khalifah in this world. Allah knew that not all human are good,we only bring harm to this world that He created. But why He still believe in us, the human? Compared to the angels that are loyal to Him, serve only Him, the powerful creator,Allah.

    Allah give us two guidance which for those who follow it,will be never astray from the path to Jannah.Quran and Muhammad s.a.w.

    Allah believe us. He give us guidance. We need nothing more than that,but why we human still abandon His words. Why we still do harm when there is rules?

    Girls..why we still showing our body, our beautiful aurat when it is clearly stated in An-Nur 24:31 (surah 24th,verse 31) how to dress up,what to cover and for whom our aurat is? When Allah love us that much, why we didnt love ourselves?

    And for those who remain as a ‘silent’ Muslim when we know that from Al Imran verse 104, Allah tell us to always spread the good deed among us and prevent our family and relatives from wrongdoings (amar makruf nahi munkar) , what do we do? Do we even give advice to our own friend or we just keep silent when we know what he/she did is haram?

    Allah tell us to love our brothers and sisters in the same way as we love ourselves.. Muhammad s.a.w said to spread even one word from him to the others..

    What should we do now dear brothers and sisters? Not only you guys,but im also trying to be the better version of me..the true servant of Allah the Almighty..let us keep our promise to Allah that we recite every time we read iftitah in solat, that our prayer,our deed,our life and death are only for Allah.

    Islam is my deen, Allah is my creator. ALLAHUAKBAR 🙂

  • le joufflu et big dream 5:18 am on September 22, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: 1st yea, 1st year medic student in mansoura, 1st year medic student mansoura, cairo, egypt, feelings, life, malaysia, mansoura, mansoura university, perubatan cawangan mansoura, poem   

    where i stand 

    standing on the wood that creak,

    sitting down low from the flare,

    hiding from the wicked that leaps,

    and the devil that stares.


    run and fly i go,

    to the place i wish i know,

    little that i learn,

    it held knowledge worth thousands.


    (written by : yuhanis yunus)


    Assalamualaikum dear akhi and ukhti. As all of u can see, i have changed my display name as i wish that my blog will be humane as possible. I wish that all of you will feel nearer to me through my posts and media sharing after this, InshaAllah.

    Stepping onto the land of Anbiya’ ,i felt rather worried than eager. How will i survive in this place? screaming and shouting filled with numerous of ‘WOWs’ coming out of the girls on the bus from Cairo to Mansoura has made my head felt heavier by times.

    From climbing the never-ending staircases to get to my house at level 5 in Syariq Hasan Saeed to walking for almost 20 minutes to get to Kuliah Fi Tibb in Mansoura University, i know i have learnt a lot rather than staying in Malaysia. (not that i said Mansoura is better than Malaysia).

    Getting cursed by the taxi drivers to accidentally walking by the scene where few Arabians are fighting, i wish hard to survive in this city as i know, Allah bring me here for a reason.

    InshaAllah,there’s something for me here. 🙂



  • le joufflu et big dream 12:09 pm on June 17, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: family, father, grateful, happy father's day, life,   

    a tribute to ayah, abah, papa, dad, abi, walid,and daddy 

    we often forgot about father. let’s just be honest. when we went to shop, we remember to buy a lipstick to mom but forgot to buy a pair of sports shoe to our father, right?

    as a daughter myself, i admit that i always forgot bout my father. not that i do it intentionally but i often called my mom and tend to forget to ask bout my ayah. maaf ye ayah. 😉

    (*from here,i called my father ayah, ok?)

    ayah is reallllyyyyy a great father. it wasn’t because he is my father but ayah never shows his weak side to us (siblings). i always look up to him for he is a strong man, both inside out. my mum told us that long time ago, before we had our first car (in 90’s), ayah would walk cross the railway to buy us diapers when my sister and i still a baby. he was willing to sacrifice his life for us and this story never fails to make me choke up.

    i still remember when mom just gave birth to my younger brother, my father slept beside the drain at the hospital because my brother was diagnosed with jaundice. back then, they didn’t let anybody, even the husband to wait in the ward after the wife delivered the baby (why?????hospital can be cruel! ). so,worried of both my mom n brother ‘s health, ayah decided to slept just beside the drain outside the ward, waiting for my mom n brother.

    back in 2009, when i was diagnosed with intercranial hypertension, ayah was willing to go back and forth from work to the hospital where i stay which is about 45km worth of trip just to take turn with my mom to accompany me in the ward. i was touched. (love you, ayah! )

    i knew, ayah has done more than what i has wrote here. so,TO AYAH and all dads in this world, here is my LETTER (sort of) to all of you :


    i knew i have never done enough to repay all of your sacrifices and strength that you has given through out this period of time. you has done a lot for us, you have worked everyday without any grumbles just to feed us and to keep smiles on our face.

    and i regretted that i have never done the same for you. i have never achieved anything that can make you proud having me as your daughter and i am terribly sorry for that. i am sorry that i have wasted your precious age to see me to be a successful person and right now i am struggling to be one.

    ayah, i hope that it wasn’t too late that i am starting now to achieve what you have been wanted from a daughter. ayah, just wait for me. please wait for another five years, be healthy and insyaallah by that time, i’ll be back with a cert on my hand and believe me that i will hug you hard, ayah.

    thank you,ayah. Happy father’s day 😉

  • le joufflu et big dream 8:28 am on June 13, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: life   

    reaching for a better tomorrow 



    I didn’t actually know what is the real meaning of sacrifice. I am just 19 years old (next month..wowee). More than that, I’m not a mother YET, never knew how excruciating was the pain of giving birth, and i never knew what i have to forget,to give and to receive in order to raise a child. YES, i didn’t know any of that, never experienced any of them.


    but, here i am. trying to talk on a simple kind of sacrifice compared to what i had mention above. an act of GIVING or LETTING GO. trying to forget and let some things go is not an easy task for me. it was rather a painful choice to make. it was a burdensome especially when it implicates something that I treasure the most.

    do you still remember when you were sixth when your mom ask you to give some of your toys to your neighbor’s daughter, for her to play???it was a hurtful decision but you didn’t want to make your mom upset,right?so, in the end,you just gave it to her.

    compared to those childish memories of mine, today’s decision might have bring greater impact on me. after this september, i have to let go my 5 years-time-to-spend with my family and friends. i have been thinking bout that too much.

    after 5 more years, i will be 24 years old,my mom will be 51 years old and my father will be 57.my sis will be in her 27th year of living,my brothers both will be 20 and 17 years old. it was too absurd for me to think. and what i hate and always cry of the most is whenever i think that i will not get a chance to watch them grow. after this, i wouldn’t get a really nice chance to watch my brother playing rugby, my sister to lose weight, my father to grow lots of grey hair, my mom to try lots of facial product to look younger and my youngest brother to score in his both UPSR and PMR. it makes me hurt. more than that, when i knew that my bff will finish her studies first, it makes me cry that i didnt get the chance to attend her graduation ceremony later on..it wasn’t my attention to write on this things that will eventually makes me sadder.but it just HURT.


    welll,to make it simple, i woke up the next day and saw a new toy on my table.

     this NEW TOY that i talked about is actually represent the reprisal that you got after you let go of something that you love or adore. i always try to act based on this saying :

    ” when one door closes, another door opens “

    this new toy is the another door for me. i wasn’t saying that when i’ll leave my family + friends, i will find someone that is better than them. it will never happen that way. my love for them and themselves are irreplaceable. maybe by letting go this precious moment with them, after this 5 years, i’ll be more appreciative towards them. i will support them in whenever path they will choose and after this 5 years, i am sure that i will put them in front of everything else.

    after all this, i suddenly realized that, whenever there’s long holiday and money, i will surely heading home. =)))))

  • le joufflu et big dream 9:12 am on June 4, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: life   

    there’s a silver lining on the cloud 

    Alhamdulillah. today i want to start my post by praising Him who i often didn’t appreciate for all the guidance and Nur that he has been given me.

    I’m sorry for not writing for too long. I’ve been busy these days and i believe i will be keeping this track until September.I’m also feeling sorry for myself for couldn’t express what I’ve felt the past few weeks. Last week has been rough for me. First of all, i had receive my final result which i think that is quite low. But still, Alhamdulillah it wasn’t that low. It was okay. My parent has been too kind to criticize me, they choose to just accept what i have done and they believe that i had worked hard. (thanks mom,dad and my sister!! ^^ )


    there’s one more problem. i didn’t know where i should apply to pursue my dream. and my result didn’t offer me any help either.i was simply LOST. yes,not like that tv series-Lost but like Rose (kate winslet) kind of lost when she had to decide whether to keep on holding to Jack (leonardo dicaprio) or to let him go. please do not laugh. i did felt that way. to keep holding on my dream or just to forget it.

    it was like there’s two path in front of me and i had to choose one of them in order to continue walking. one with wild bushes and thorns and i can see the black clouds moving behind the never-ending mountains while the other one is full with dead trees and the path is full with skulls of dead animals and even human skulls. neither the first path nor the second path is better than the other.

    even when we’re on our way to Cameron Highlands, i kept thinking what kind of choice did i have. Suddenly, my mom’s phone rang and she answer the call. then,hesitating, she gave the phone to me saying that there’s someone wanted to talk to me. my face at that time looks like i has been bombed with a bazooka of curiosity. who the hell would like to talk to me during this period of time???i picked up the phone and there she was,GMN officer telling me that i has been offered to pursue my study in Al-Mansoura University, Cairo. and seriously i was way too confuse to be happy and shouting “hey,i got to do medic in Egypt!” or something. all i said was alright and that’s it. i was drowned in thoughts. I was hesitating and couldn’t make up my mind for days.

    again, Alhamdulillah. with guidance from Him and all the advice that i got from my relatives, they have successfully made me believe that this is the right path for me and yes, i has accepted the offer. but still, i has lots of documents and forms waiting to be filled and that’s why i was and still am busy.

    last but not least, Thanks God,mom & dad, sister and bros and friends for always be there for me.

  • le joufflu et big dream 7:40 pm on May 24, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: life   

    bubbles and dream 

    the last time i was playing and try to blow bubbles was like 3 years ago..as far as i can remember.but last sunday, my brother asked me to buy him a bottle of bubbles liquid that we need to blow ourselves. i tried hard not to laugh because he is already 12 but still trying to blow bubbles in the air is kind of amusing.kids….

    i bought the bubbles,hoping that he wasn’t going to ask me to play with him cause i knew i’m going to look ridiculous blowing the bubbles and running around to pop it with my fingertip.but as usual,i will always stay a victim of childish mind.so,i did play with bubbles and stupidly i was getting anxious playing and i even try to grabbed the bottle from my brother’s grip because i couldn’t wait to blow the bubbles.we even competed to blow the largest bubbles.

    my comel little brother,trying hard to make large bubbles 😉

    while watching my brother blowing the bubbles,i realised that right now,i was doing the same thing as my brother did.it just that we are both trying hard on different things.he’s trying to blow large bubbles and i am trying hard to build my large passionate dreams of becoming either a doctor or a professor.like a bubble,if i didn’t try hard enough and didn’t take care of it as it is very delicate and fragile like my dream,i will lose it and it will be gone like the bubble that i popped with my fingertip.my dream is beautiful like the bubbles i blew yet so delicate and hard to take care of.it just that how i wish i can buy a bottle of wishes and i will blew it to make my dreams come true 😉

  • le joufflu et big dream 5:04 pm on May 24, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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    the 2nd morning i woke up with a… 

    the 2nd morning,i woke up with a quite severe stomachache. it was so bad that i had to cancel going to the swimming pool as i promised my sister and brother. i did felt sorry for them but again i had this stomachache that hurt so badly that i was thinking twice to get up from the bed. nevertheless, i still woke up while dragging my heavy feet to the bathroom and try to forget the pain with a nice refreshing bath.

    after feeling much much better,i went to the swimming pool to take few pictures. as i said before,i had promised my siblings to swim with them but i had to cancelled it and yes,it turned out that they were both sulking up with me and it was pretty ridiculous.i had my own reason for not hanging out with them.so,whatever.be it.

    right after that, my family and i went for breakfast at the restaurant by the beach.what do i think bout that breakfast?well, at least the picturesque scenery of the beach do make it up for the tasteless breakfast. the fried noodles was to overwhelmed with excessive soy sauce while they only used the cheap version of coco crunch which i had never taste before.the only thing that i liked there was the fact that the milk was fresh and quite tasty.and that’s all.

    the swimming pool by the beach

    compilation of pictures there

    so that’s all for my holiday.good bye villa danialla

  • le joufflu et big dream 9:01 am on May 21, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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    holiday part 1 : vain 

    last week,my family decided to go on a vacation.not like oprah’s vacation but hurm..just an ordinary escape from our not-so-hectic life.just for the note,we were planning but we didn’t google or just search from any newspapers on any holiday articles or reviews.so,basically it was just a plain plan,like an instant noodle without any monosodium glutamate which is pretty ridiculous right?we were not the type that always do the talk but didn’t do the work but somehow it turned out that everyone was busy last week so we insanely thought that everything will going to be fine,there were many hotels,no worries.which is also as ridiculous as it sounds.

    to make it short,the night before the vacation,as predicted,it was a chaos.at least everyone wanted to go to different places,different hotels.and for the record,my father just gave me the ‘job’ as ‘tourism department promoter’ by asking me to google and find reviews on any hotel that can be found on earth.LOL.so,it was hard for me because my sister wanted to go to the beach and she wanted to stay in an affordable resort while my brother wanted to stay in a luxury one which almost make me burst out in laugh.well,i thought that it was normal for a 12 year old boy to think that his family at least owns a private jet or a posh yacht.

    and to make it even shorter???(LOL),we finally went for my sister’s idea.we went to villa danialla.because we only wanted to stay for one night,we decided to stay in villa ombak which only cost us RM300.so..i do think that it match the price..err???

    not-so-clean toilet (sorry for this ‘flashy’ image)

    vintage large mirror in the bathroom.

    here comes ME! lol

    another vintage item : green chair,also in the bathroom

    vintage closet

    vintage bed

    wide side table by the huge window

    outside our room..if you can see it,actually the door knob is also vintage

    the beach

    that’s all the picture for part one.LOL.hurm,anyway,it was a nice first day at villa danialla but there are few things that definitely caught my attention (not in a good way).

    the reception room there was untidy and to be frank,it actually didn’t resemble any reception area should have been.no offend but that smelly small room where i booked my room couldn’t be called a reception area at all.

    though the word toilet and dirty always come to mind in combo but it doesn’t mean that a toilet should be dirty right?as you can see in the picture,no more words can describe.it was just disgusting.

    i knew i booked the cheapest room/villas offered there,but it didn’t give it any right to be uncleaned!the floor was dusty and sandy.my father had to ask the janitor to clean it.huh.

    i knew the villa’s owner love vintage things but i didn’t expect to see any of the duvet was once used.once i saw the duvet,i knew it.the owner must had bought the duvet form a secondhand shop.clearly,i didn’t go to the villa to sleep on used duvet

    *it wasn’t my intention to bash this so-called villa danialla.the actual purpose of my post was to write on reviews and to show what is the real perspective of people that used to go on a holiday there.i represent those who didn’t speak on the flaws or those who couldn’t point out what is missing and what is wrong while they’re on the vacation.frankly speaking,i’m the honest one here.LOL.

    **if any of the villa dianalla’s worker or owner read this,i’m sorry but please do something if you really want your customers to go back to villa danialla.please just do anything.renovate,redecorate.for the sake of the customers that spent their money for a fantastic holiday,don’t dissapoint them.

    customer is always right~~~

  • le joufflu et big dream 3:41 pm on May 17, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: apam polkadot, life,   

    somehow,my aunt’s apam polkadot that we used to bake which start of just as our hobby and we only bake it for fun now has become a business.

    these are apam polkadot that we bake and decorate it for teacher’s day recently

  • le joufflu et big dream 2:49 pm on May 17, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: life   

    Dear Diary 

    in 2009,puan bahana was my english teacher. (note that i’m still 16 years old back then).hehehehe.and to help us to master english and use english everyday (she said this herself),she asked the whole class to write a journal.yes,a personal journal regardless that we still had to submit it every week.i guess it wasn’t personal anymore.she made us believe that she would never tell anybody bout our little secret in the book/journal.

    well,i do believe her because if she used to tell anybody bout my secret and my personal rage that i used to write in the so-called journal,i knew that i will never got to live till this right moment where i manage to reveal what i wrote in the journal in my own blog.wohooooo!!yipeee madam bahana.God bless her. 😉

    *please disregard the journal front cover and my awfully bad writing*

    " The Journal "

    and for those who has ‘CSI” skill to enlarge the picture,please don’t try to read what i had wrote

    what i can conclude from my diary are :

    • i love my family very much and i am very close with my sister (but right know we are both arguing.LOL)
    • i am very close to my lovely friend fariza
    • i already has severe headache before i went to hospital and been diagnosed with neuro problem.
    • i stopped to write in my journal exactly on the day i had to go to the hospital
    • i often wrote on my friend and her crush relationship. (oh God,what am i doing?put my big b**t in someone else’s life)
    • i wrote anything in my mind and what had happen almost in an instant.LOL.

    one thing I REALIZED THAT,i has grown up so much.i am in my 19th year.i had gone through a lot and i really think that i has grown up a lot since.not only that,i also believe that i has achieved a lot.it is not that my achievement are like those who compete in olympics or something similar to that.even if i only manage to write,count and read,i always consider that are one of the most important achievement in my life because those achievement pave a path for me.a path where i start my journey. 🙂

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