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Post by SweetGirlz on Jan 26, 2004 15:53:46 GMT 8
haaaa...mlsnye nk bc! ::)byk sgt artikel sy bc..
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Post by PoKai B on Jan 27, 2004 10:45:45 GMT 8
haaaa...mlsnye nk bc! ::)byk sgt artikel sy bc.. ader lagi yg lebih panjang...nk ker??? |
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Post by cuak_mengganas on Jan 27, 2004 23:06:08 GMT 8
ader lagi yg lebih panjang...nk ker??? aper dier....nak gak tau...xkan kat pokai b je... |
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Post by SweetGirlz on Jan 28, 2004 0:16:22 GMT 8
ader lagi yg lebih panjang...nk ker??? tak nak lah!nk kenakan sy lah tu..   |
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Post by cuak_mengganas on Jan 28, 2004 0:21:58 GMT 8
tak nak lah!nk kenakan sy lah tu.. jgnla cuak pompuan manis... |
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Post by atokENSEM on Jan 28, 2004 20:13:16 GMT 8
tak nak lah!nk kenakan sy lah tu.. takut kena bahan lah tu..  |
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Post by cuak_mengganas on Jan 30, 2004 17:04:37 GMT 8
takut kena bahan lah tu.. bkn takut tp,die cuak je tu.... |
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Post by atokENSEM on Jan 30, 2004 18:18:33 GMT 8
bkn takut tp,die cuak je tu.... tak same ke takut dgn cuak? |
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Post by StRiDeR on Feb 2, 2004 13:54:38 GMT 8
Anak Kecil dan Seketul Batu
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Seorang Executive muda yang berjaya sedang memandu
disebuah perkampungan di pinggir Bandar. Ia memandu agak laju dengan sebuah kereta WAJA yang berprestasi tinggi yang baru sahaja dibelinya. Sambil ia memandu perlahan-lahan ia sedang memerhatikan seorang anak kecil dicelah-celah kereta yang diletakkan ditepi jalan , ia memperlahankan keretanya untuk melihat sesuatu yang difikirkannya.
Seelok-elok sahaja kereta Waja tersebut melintasi kawasan tersebut ; anak kecil tidak kelihatan tetapi seketul batu dilontarkan tepat mengena pintu disebelah kanan kereta Waja tersebut.
Apalagi Executive muda tersebut menekan brek sekuat hatinya dan berundur ke tempat dimana Anak kecil tadi berdiri. Dengan marahnya dia keluar dari kereta terus meluru ke arah Anak kecil , menarik tangan anak kecil dan menghempasnya ke kereta yang terletak ditepi jalan dan terus memarahi Anak kecil tadi :
" Apa ni ? Siapa awak ? dan apa ke jadahnya awak berada disini ? Itu kereta baru , mahal dan susah nak baiki ? Awak tau tak ? Kenapa awak buat ini semua ? jerit Executive tersebut.
Anak kecil itu tunduk sedih , sayu dan memohon maaf ;
" Saya meminta maaf Pakcik, Saya tak tahu apa patutsaya buat , ia merayu . Saya melontar batu kerana tak ada orang yang berhenti disini apabila saya panggil".
Dengan linangan air mata ia menunjukkan ke satu sudut yang tidak jauh dari situ. "Itu abang saya , ia jatuh dari kerusi roda dari tebing disebelah dan tak ada orang yang dapat mengangkatnya kembali. Boleh tak Pakcik menolong saya , ia cedera dan ia terlalu berat untuk saya.
Dengan rasa terharu,Executive muda tersebut melepaskan anak kecil tersebut dan terus mengangkat abangnya dan meletakkannya kembali ke kerusi roda.
Terima kasih , pakcik, Saya doakan pakcik selamat dunia dan akhirat.
Tak dapat digambarkan dengan perkataan , Executive muda hanya melihat dengan sayu, Anak kecil tersebut menyorong abangnya yang cacat dan cedera pulang menuju ke rumahnya. Anak sekecil itu boleh mendoakannya akan kesejahteraan hidupnya.
Executive muda tersebut berjalan perlahan ke arah kereta , WAJA kemek teruk tetapi ia membiarkan saja tanpa dibaiki. Ia mengigatkannya bahawa kita tidak perlu berkejar-kejar dalam kehidupan ini sehinggakan seseorang melontar batu hanya kerana hendakkan perhatian .
Pengajaran
Allah tidak menjanjikan hidup ini tidak pernah susah,bersuka-ria tanpa kesedihan, Panas tanpa hujan tetapi ia memberi kita kekuatan, menenangkan kita semasa kesedihan dan menunjukkan jalan yang sebenar-benarnya.
Janganlah kita sombong dengan kelebihan yang sementara.
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Post by SweetGirlz on Feb 2, 2004 22:25:47 GMT 8
.:: Life Index Cards ::.
Artikel ini, bukan menakutkan.... tapi menginsafkan!! Artikel yang ditulis
dalam Bahasa Inggeris ni, menceritakan tentang seorang insan yang sedang
membaca sejarah hidup dia yang ditulis di atas index card yang disimpan di
dalam sebuah perpustakaan....
Memang menakutkan... Tak berani nak membayangkan bagaimana keadaan kita bila
dihitung setiap perbuatan kita di hadapan Allah!
Moga ada manafaat untuk semua.......
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in a room.
There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with
small indexcard files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles
by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched
from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very
different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one
that read "People I Have Liked". I opened it and began flipping through the
cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names
written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my
life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a
detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled
with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and
exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense
of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if
anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed". The
titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read",
"Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At". Some
were almost hilariousin their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My
Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger",
"Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents". I never ceased to be
surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected.
Sometimes fewer than I hoped.
I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be
possible that I had the time in my 30 years to write each of these thousands
or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was
written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled
out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to
contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or
three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so
much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew
that file represented. When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I
felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not
willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed
content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one
must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy
them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter
now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and
began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became
desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I
tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its
slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying
sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People that I Have Taught About Allah".
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled
on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my
hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started
in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried
out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file
shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this
room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
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Post by SweetGirlz on Feb 2, 2004 22:28:15 GMT 8
MAKLUMAT TENTANG PERJALANAN
· Tempat berlepas : Kehidupan dunia
· Tempoh Perjalanan : Cuma seketika dan beberapa meter dalam perut bumi.
· Destinasi : Akhirat
· Masa berlepas : Ketika di datangi Malaikat
· Masa hadir : Ketika dan selepas Nyawa di cabut
· Bentuk tempahan : Tetap, Pasti, dan tidak akan Berubah
SYARAT-SYARAT PERJALANAN
Ditujukan kepada semua penumpang. Diminta ambil perhatian kerana
mereka akan memulakan perjalanan dengan meninggalkan kehidupan didunia
dan menuju ke akhirat. Sila perhatikan ketua anda, semua (pilot) yang
dikhaskan iaitu Malaikat Maut. Bagi penumpang yang belum jelas,
dapatkan maklumat lanjut daripada kenyataan yang terdapat di dalam Al-Quran dan Hadis-hadis Rasullullah serta menurutinya dengan berhati-hati.
Sebarang masalah hendaklah di rujuk kepada para ulamak dan cendiakawan.
BARANG MUATAN YANG DI DIBENARKAN
* 5 meter kain kafan putih
* Kapas Putih yang secukupnya
* Muatan lain yang di pertimbangkan :-
- Amal soleh
- Sedekah jariah
- Anak soleh yang mendoakan ibu bapanya
- Ilmu yang manfaat
PERHATIAN
* Lain-lain muatan yang di tegah adalah tanggungjawab para penumpang. Barangsiapa yang tidak mematuhinya akan di denda.
SAAT DAN WAKTU BERLEPAS
* Semua penumpang yang sudah mempunyai tiket, pasport atau tidak mempunyai kedua-duanya hendaklah bersiap-sedia untuk berlepas setiap
saat jika tidak mahu sebarang kesusahan.
DIULANG
* Tempahan perjalanan adalah sesuatu yang tetap dan pasti, yang tidak perlu diingatkan lagi. Tapi atas dasar peringatan kepada para penumpang, maka kami menulis untuk anda semua. Hendaklah
anda mengambil perhatian yang sewajarnya tentang perjalanan ini. Terima kasih kepada semua kerana memberi peluang terhadap kami
untuk menabur khidmat sepada anda semua.
Semoga bergembira dengan perjalanan yang menarik,sesuai dengan
firman ALLAH surah Al-Kahfi;
Ertinya : " Barang siapa mengharap perjumpaan yang baik dengan Tuhannya, maka hendaklah dia mengerjakan amalan yang baik, Janganlah pula mensyirikkan ALLAH dengan sesuatu "
SEKIAN, Wassalam..
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Post by atokENSEM on Feb 2, 2004 22:59:43 GMT 8
good artikel..tajuk maklumat perjalanan tu..kpd yg lain tu..jgn lupa amik iktibar..ok?
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Post by enigma on Feb 2, 2004 23:27:43 GMT 8
good artikel..tajuk maklumat perjalanan tu..kpd yg lain tu..jgn lupa amik iktibar..ok? artikel tu sebenarnya mengingatkan kita tentang mati.... hmm...camnalah nanti di akhirat...bekal yg nak dibawa..masih lg tak cukup ni..  |
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Post by atokENSEM on Feb 3, 2004 3:02:46 GMT 8
artikel tu sebenarnya mengingatkan kita tentang mati.... hmm...camnalah nanti di akhirat...bekal yg nak dibawa..masih lg tak cukup ni.. so..bykkan bekal utk dibawa nanti..alhamdulillah..ade yg lg memikirkan akhirat.. |
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Post by StRiDeR on Feb 3, 2004 11:36:18 GMT 8
Person who loves others will also be loved...
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A long time ago in China, a girl named Li-li got married and went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all. Their personalities were very different, and Li-li was angered by many of her mother-in-law's habits. In addition, she criticized Li-li constantly.
Days passed days and weeks passed weeks. Li-li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-li had to bow to her mother-in -law and obey her every wish.
All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing the poor husband great distress. Finally, Li-li could not stand her mother-law's bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it. Li-li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all.
Mr. Huang thought for a while, and finally said, "Li-li, I will help you solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you." Li-li said, "Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do."
Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs. He told Li-li "You can't use a quick acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people to become suspicious.
Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up in her body. Every other day prepare some pork or chicken and put a little of these herbs in her serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspects you when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen." Li-li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law.
Weeks went by, and months went by, and every other day, Li-li served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother. After six months had passed, the whole household had changed.
Li-li had practised controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. She hadn't had an argument in six months with her mother-in-law, who now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with. The mother-in-law's attitude towards Li-li changed, and she began to love Li-li like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-li was the best daughter-in-law one could ever find. Li-li and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter, and Li-li's husband was very happy to see what was happening.
One day, Li-li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help again. She said, "Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the poison from killing my mother-in-law! She is changed into such a nice woman, and I love her like my mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her".
Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head, "Li-li, there is nothing to worry about, I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude towards her,but that has been all washed away by the love which you gave to her".
MORAL:
have you ever realised that how you treat others is exactly how they will treat you?
In China it is said:
The person who loves others
will also be loved.
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