Islam is a religion of peace

How perfect is our communication skill, the probability to fail expressing ideas is there.
Some people, because of the level of maturity in thinking will misunderstand our intention of expressing that particular ideas.

Yes...we have to accept this situation. We can't stop people to think by that way. It is challenging to make people understand, that there is no personal interest, but we purely mean it..

Here, we could see the beauty of Islam. It brings peace and humanity to everyone. As a muslim, we should communicate towards each other with the existence of both elements. At least if we can't love them, we give space for these two rights of human being.

Rose of Medina

Whenever I commemorate You, all else fades from my mind,
Your phantasm treads on the hills of my mind;
Although a mirage, it assuages my affliction,
Whenever I commemorate You, all else fades from my mind.

I wish your love pervade each second of my life,
And I could soar like spirits and circumambulate your aurora,
And find some way to ooze into your heart,

I wish your love pervade each second of my life.
I avow it is too late to attain your blissful presence,
My heart will ceaselessly be lamenting still,
Forever anticipating you with the freshest hopes,
I avow it is too late to attain your blissful presence,
As my heart flutters like a dove, hankering for you,
I beg you to grant me a plume of yours!
So that I could flap after you forever,
As my heart flutters like a dove, hankering for you.

O Rose that turns scorching desert into Eden!
Come and lapse flow into my soul with your enchanting colors!
It is high time your smiles shone on the apples of my eyes.
O Rose that turns scorching desert into Eden!
Let me be your slave, like Majnun, in the quest for you,
Sprinkle embers on my soul, let me burn like a furnace.
And be relieved of this rancorous dream elapsing without you,
Let me be your slave, like Majnun, in the quest for you.

I count the days I have been severed from you,
That coil about my soul like gloomy dolor.
Let me see your face before the twilight unfolds,
I count the days I have been severed from you.

Let me see my dusk turn into dawn at my last gasp,
And my heart be filled with the newest colors of your horizon,
Lutes would be resounding then, and flutes would be heard,
Let me see my dusk turn into dawn at my last gasp.


Fethullah Gulen
Translated from Turkish by Metin Bosnak
taken from http://bahrusshofa.blogspot.com/2007/07/rose-of-medina.html

Cinta

Apalah yang mampu kita katakan
Bila cinta Allah mengatasi cinta sesama insan
Apa lagi yg kita mampu katakn
Bila ada harapan, tp tetap berpegang pd takdir Tuhan
Apa lg mampu difikirkn
Bila di depan hanya ada jalan2 menghampiri Tuhan
Bukankah Dia mengetahui segalanya
Tanyalah Dia
Pasti Dia berbicara....

tenang..jangn tinggalkan aku

tenang
sentiasa lah disisi
jangan kau pergi
setialah menemani
hati dn sanubari

tenang
pilih lah aku
menjadi ratu mu
hadir mu
cukup membahagiakn ku
tak ku biarkn musuhmu
mengganggu bahagiamu
dn bahagiaku
cukup lah engkau
sbgai teman baru ku

Moga ketemu lagi

selamat tinggal teman
berbahagialah kau di sana
bersama wangian syurga
atas nama seorang wira

selamat tinggal teman
senyum ceria mu
pernah dulu bersamaku
atas nama perkenalan ini
moga bertemu lagi
di taman abadi

(tribute to Nor Intan Asykeen Mohd Arof, one of the victims of Nuri crash at Genting Sempah. Al- Fatihah)