Book me a Room in Hell..!!!!

A columnist of Al Manar Magazine stories that once upon a time, at a burnt desert,  on the long voyage from Cairo to Alexandria, in a microbus, there is a young lady dressed not well to be categorized as dress, because she challenge man's desire. She sat at the edge of chair near the exit door.

For sure, her 'well dressed' arouse bunch of attention for people surround. A half gentleman that sat beside remind her that her dress will gain something bad to her, beside she break the religion and manner rules. 

Do you know what she said after? With a full of offense, she express her anger because she feel her privacy have been broken by stranger. Dressing right is one's prerogative.

"If you sire really mean, this is my phone. Book me a room in your god's hell!! Wow...a frontal response. The gentleman then istighfar. He keep on whispering kalimah-kalimah Allah. 

At the next seconds the atmosphere become silent. Several people looked so tired and slept in their dream. It is not an exemption for that young lady. Until the voyage meet its end: Alexandria Microbus Terminal.

Now, everyone get ready to step down. But then they blocked by young lady from before that still looked slept near the exit door. "Just wake her up!" thats one voice heard. 

Do you know what is happening? That young lady is really 'sleep'. She meet her death. And all passengers keep on istighfar, whispering kalimah Allah as what the gentleman from before does. 

What a tragic end. Died in a condition challenge God. If only everyone know when will he/she died.... 
If only everyone realize his/her life might end at any time... 
If only everyone afraid to meet their God with a bad condition... 

If only everyone know how bad Allah anger... 
Really...Allah is still love us..He still give us guidance... 
Allah will get closer to those who closed to Him.

and they who still soundly asleep should already realize... 
for the time still exist..

Is God Really Exist?

There is a teenager just came from 'Uncle Sam Country' for study. At home he arrived, he asked his parent to find someone, Teacher, Imam, Master, or anyone who is able to answer his three questions. And finally there is an old man found that boy.


Boy: Who are you? and can you answer my questions?


Imam: I am a servant of Allah and with His permission I will answer your questions


Boy: Are you sure? Even some Professors and many other intelligent people cannot handle this question..They cannot answer my questions


Imam: I will answer as far as I can


Boy: I have three questions:
1. If God really existed, show me the form of God?
2. What is the meaning of Takdir (fate)?
3. If Shaiton (satan) were created from fire, then why they must be fallen to hell that in fact it is made from fire, it won't affect them, because they are from and have the same element. Does God never think as that far?


Unexpectedly, the Imam hardly slap the boy's cheek.


Boy(while holding the pain): Why are you mad at me?


Imam: I am not mad at you..That slap is my answer for three questions you threw to me


Boy: I really don't understand


Imam: How does it feel?


Boy: Of course its painful


Imam: So you already believe that pain is existed?


Boy: Yes


Imam: Now show me the form of that pain..!


Boy: I can't


Imam: That's my answer for the first question: we are all feel the existence of God without being able to see its form.


Imam: Did you dream about slapped by me while you are sleeping last night?


Boy: No


Imam: Have you ever think that you will accept a slap from me today?


Boy: No


Imam: : Thats what we call Takdir (fate)


Imam: What is the element my hand made from? that I used to slap you. From what substance my hand made from?


Boy: shell


Imam: and your cheek, what is made from?


Boy: shell


Imam: What did feel after I slapped you?


Boy: painful


Imam: Although syaitan (satan) are made from fire and hell was made from fire too, if God want it, then hell can become a very painful place for syaitan (satan).

Yosh

Yosh…

its been a month since I got back (mudik). missed so much my lovely hometown..
its been a week I had been in Pekalongan, my brother in law getting marred
and now I am at Cikarang..again..
sending, waiting, and praying for the job call

hmmm
in fact, its not a good thing to be jobless
stay at home doing nothing...just wasting money
my..my..life
why do I can just troublesome other people

hah
when can I cheer others
seems I can just become a parasit 
from a kid I can just spent my moms money..

Astaghfirullahaladzim…
ohh Allah..
help me please..

so that I can become someone beneficial for others...not become someone who can just a mudharat..help me to be smart in thanking to You, to be a true muslim, always remember You at all time, always love You, and miss You at all times...

I've done too many things already..There are mountain sin I've earned..its even not suitable because is far more than that..A whole sky and earth?? Ah..still feel not fit..My sin might be as full as this milky way ohh Allah..

Therefore, I demand Your forgiveness..I really hope Your kindness..always give me a chance to fix myself..assist me to always smart in thanking and become a good and right muslim and always love You...Allah...forever...

Amiin…