Wednesday, August 21, 2013

*suits the blog's name well*

You know something's going just not right when your 16-year old sister tends to grin alone, and very often that she has her phone with her whenever that happens.

Been through that stage of life. Well, they say experience is the best teacher. Indeed.

So this so-the-very-called cheap spy instinct of yours pops up, and before you know it, you are already scrolling through her conversation boxes all the way down to the first message. And there goes your x-file case study. Not a single word in the box is left unread.

Toes curled-up. Arm hairs stand on end. Goosebumps overpowering the body.

Serve you right. Now the experienced you are screwed up, not knowing what's the best approach to be taken and best advice to be given. Puahaha!

# I remember during my visit to Raudhatus Sakinah the other day, I learnt that all it takes to get get a girl is by being sweet. Yes. Girls get swayed to sweet words too easily. I've even talked to a 13-year old mother, who is at the same age as my youngest sister! Allah, how different our lives could be as You want them be. And that adik said this to me "Men's words are nothing but trashes". How I wish she could talk her story out but she just didn't want to. So I let her be, because I know she has been through a lot to get to where she is now, forgetting all the black memories of her life which ain't easy thing! Well, my du'a goes along with her, hoping that she can see the world differently, and Allah guides her down the dunya and akhirah's lives. And 'your' sister as well, of course. Say ameen.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

I haven't done much for them.

I wonder what are my British and other non-muslim  friends' thoughts on the issue in Egypt.

#Because they are within my circle, and I care.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Sesungguhnya Aku Dekat

That moment when you were looking for someone to talk to,
wanting to have someone to listen to your problems so desperately,

And suddenly a very soft voice whispers in the ear,
"Didn't I tell you 'fainni qorib'?"

O Allah, your slave broke her promise again. T_T

Saturday, June 22, 2013

of Mid June 2013

Right before my name was called upon.
Late morning in the MSA studio, 18th June 2013, 11:30:00

Will: Siti,come on up!
Me : Yes Will, coming!

Heavy steps were taken up to the mezzanine. Cold sweats broke on the face.Heart was pounding really hard...
and that studio tutor of mine, Mr Will Stewart was holding a piece of A4 sheet. The eyes started to get teary.

"Allah..Allah! I can't bear to see the sheet. And so, I sincerely beg You for some strength, that I could accept whatever grade written on it with all my heart because I believe it is from no one but You."

That's how nervous I was when my 2nd-year result was about to be handed out. I've never felt so unconfident in my whole student's life like I was on that day. As I walked towards Will, I covered my face with a book just so he couldn't see the tears rolling down my cheeks.

Me : I know I did bad. I'm sorry, Will.

That were the first sentences. Crap! I forgot to greet him.

Will: How do you know you did bad? There must be reasons for that. (small laugh) 
        Have a sit first, Siti. How are you doing?
Me : (sit) I'm doing good. Sorry, I was rude. I'm...I'm just too nervous.
Will: Naa, it's alright love. So tell me, what makes you lose your confidence? 
       You must have done something you shouldn't to be feeling like this. Yes?
Me : (deep sigh) It would sound like an excuse, but I really, really had no enough time. 
        There were 4 submissions in a very same week and I had no idea which one should come first.
        I know Siobhan has told us number of times that the portfolio gives the most percentage 
        among those four. I was wrong, I am sorry.
Will: (hand me the result slip) I give you an _. 
Me : Alhamdulillah, thank God! Thanks Will!!

And there went our long, funny conversation. We talked about our summer plans, Malaysia, and etc. Well, he gave me homeworks; to visit and to follow architect/engineer/contractor around the construction sites during my summer break in Malaysia. "Drawing them on paper/CAD is different from what they are being built on site" he said.

SubhanaAllah walhamdulillah wa astaghfirullah. Sujud syukur only to Allah who has given me another chance to be His grateful slave. You took the 350 pound ticket away, but You gave me that grade in return. You postponed my vacation to the Land of Your Prophets, but You give me the chance to be one of Your guests in Baitullah and to give salam to Your Messenger, sallallahu a'laihi wassalam. 

I couldn't ask for more. May You accept all my good deeds and forgive all my sins in the past and in the future.

7 days to the DAY.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

With great power comes great responsibility: Batman is it?

Image courtesy of Google

My ongoing project is about playhouse. British playhouse.
So, these past few weeks...been reading lots and lots of books and magazines.
About playhouse and theater of course.
(sampai terabai bacaan lain yang perlu)
As far as the readings are done, not a single book forgets to mention about how the seating area (in the auditorium) should be organized and designed.
Location of exclusive seating must be positioned nearer to the stage,
with comfortable eye level (not too high and not too low).
To another collection of information, high-class people should be given wide range of  seating options since they pay more for that.
Wow, impressive~ This is getting interesting.

And Allah swears by our soul in Asy-Syams:

" ...And [by] the soul and He who proportioned it, And inspired it [with discernment of] its wickedness and its righteousness..." [91:7-8]

Same goes to us. These souls of ours, have been given options to choose, and the options are given only after the souls are completed. Whether we choose to follow  the fasiq or taqwa.
Which means, amongst His creatures, we are those 'high-class people' abids.
The sun, the moon, the sky, the earth and all His other creatures that He has sworn upon...
none of them were given the same opportunity as we are. They are Islam without choice.
We human have a power to make a choice, and with that power....comes great responsibility.

So, let's ask Allah for His guidance in making the choice and responsibility, insyaAllah.
Read the title once again. Correct me if it's not.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Of Site Plan

SNAF White Water Project : Copyright © 2012

'Site Plan' itu sifatnya menerima.
Bersedia untuk sebarang perubahan yang bakal berlaku.
Yang masih diperlukan, kekal di dalamnya.
Yang tidak, dibuang, diubah, ditambah.
Resmi hidup. Moga terus tabah berdepan dengan perubahan.

Do well adik! Allah is with you.
6-year age gap does make me think of you as a young, immature kid.
Been in the situation, gone through that feeling of 'nak balik rumah!!!'
Hang in there dik cause I know how it feels like to be separated with ma abah.
I love you, and so do ma abah and others~

Kakcah is missing everyone :'(