Form 3

Termazkur Sejak Fitrahnya

Belajarlah daripada mentari pagi

Kerna ia mengajar kita

Untuk membina harapan

Ia pencetus langkah kemajuan

Ia pencetus kekuatan insan

Untuk memastikan kehidupan yang lebih baik dari semalam

Belajarlah daripada mentari terbenam 

Ia menyedarkan kita

Bahawasanya setiap sesuatu ada pengakhiran

Pencetus kesyukuran kerna masih bernyawa

Tika melihat ia tenggelam di ufuk barat

Belajarlah daripada langit dan lautan

Ia mengajar kita bahawasanya 

Yang bawah sentiasa meniru yang di atas

Sebagaimana lautan bertukar warna

Mengikut rentak irama milik langit

Kita hamba-Nya

Akan senantiasa meniru dan berada di bawah

Belajarlah daripada alam sekeliling

Kerna merekalah guru yang terbaik

Walau tiada lisan pernah terucap

Namun, mereka tetap menghadirkan ilham

Walaupun mereka tidak diiktiraf sebagai khalifah 

Tidak diiktiraf sesempurna seorang insan

Tidak dijadikan pengaman alam syahadah

Namun mereka tetap hamba-Nya, ciptaan-Nya

Yang tahu erti kesyukuran melebihi seorang insan.

"He created the heavens and earth in truth and formed you and perfected your forms; and to Him is the [final] destination." - Surah At-Taghabun (The Mutual Disillusion) : 3

Title-less.


Kepada Dia yang telah menciptakan cinta
Kutujukan seluhur kesyukuran
Namun, aku pelik, aku jelik
Melihat manusia
Melihat mereka mengejarnya
Bukan atas nama-Mu

Friendship is also a kind of love.

Bahkan atas kehendak nafsu


Kepada Dia yang menciptakan hati
Aku pohon hati sebersih Aisyah
Selembut Khadijah
Seindah Asiyah
Namun aku tidak pernah berehat
Daripada mengejar-Mu yang tidak pernah lari daripadaku
Atau mungkinkah
Arah larianku yang tersilap?


























Semester break and it is the time, other than catching up with resumed hobbies and watching crappy Malay drama (sorry ! >_<, not all though),  to reminisce the glory years of teen-hood. Turning to twenty sounds big for me and since insyaallah I'll be living in the other side of the world, leaving my family and the comfort of Malaysian food behind, its a big step. Hence, opening my past diaries do help me to build up my strength - searching back for myself, who I've lost in my journey at college. 


So, yeah. Just can't believe I'd wrote those poems above, when I was in Form 3. How poetic!Gosh +.+"
One day I'll burn those diaries, if they are not being eaten by termites or silverfish. Better to post 'em here. Safer, I guess :)


This post is also dedicated to my high school friends - Hidayati, Nurul, Ateng, Yati and Zati (these are the closest though, no heartfelt please :) ). Along the journey, I began to appreciate each of them. Now I can tell myself, there are no good friends like you guys. If there are, well, it would be at the other side of the world I guess, since I've not found any here. ...yet. 

" A weak man is the one who fails to find a friend. And the weakest of all is the one who has lost his friend " -Saidina Ali k.w.h.