If this picture could talk....

It would say..."I am the pain that you see but you never feel".

I am disturbed with the feeling that I have by glancing at this pic.
Look...see and you will feel what I feel.
It feels like your heart cringe.
Cringe with hope for him and for others.
Insya Allah.
Let's Trust in Him.
Because He is the Possessor of Strength and He provides for whom He wills and makes poor whom He wills.
[Lo! Allah! He it is that giveth livelihood, the Lord of unbreakable might]
(Adh-Dhariyat: 58).

Are we to celebrate this Syawal exuberantly or with equanimity ?

When we smile and we glee on the first day of Syawal remember these...

Muslim child injured in communal riots sits bandaged in a mosque in the western Indian city of Ahmedabad on March 2, 2002. Violence raged in India's western Gujarat state as the Prime Minister appealed for peace while sending in fresh troops to quell the country's worst religious bloodshed in a decade. Photo by Kamal Kishore/Reuters

Injured Muslims, including children, rest inside a Shah Alam Mosque in Ahmadabad, India, Monday, March 4, 2002. Police fired at a mob trying to set fire to buildings Monday, killing two people in the latest Hindu-Muslim violence in the western Gujarat state, where 544 people have died in six days. (AP Photo/Aman Sharma)

A Muslim girl, Muskan, sleeps near a gravestone in a graveyard being used as a refugee camp at the Shah Alam Mosque in Ahmadabad, India, Monday, March 4, 2002. Police fired at a mob trying to set fire to buildings Monday, killing two people in Hindu-Muslim violence in the western Gujarat state, where 544 people have died in six days. (AP Photo/Aman Sharma)

Remember them. We can't hear. They can.

These visuals are not meant to dampen the spirits of Syawal,
but to remind us that...
On the first day of Syawal, our true love (Him) give to us,
hands to seek His forgivess,
legs for us to walk in searching for the dome of His calling,
mouth to express our hidden emotions of forgiveness for those we heart.
eyes not to just see others beautiful sights but others insights.
Life, for us to make it all worthwhile for those in need and for those we heart.

Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir dan Batin.

Was a cabaholic...Have I healed?

I was a certified cabaholic, and to justify my diagnosis. Sahabat sms from lion city, "saying" that a cab driver knows me...Hmmm..he either knows the school that I was from or I am a distinct cabaholic.

The cab driver, is one of those many cabbies that either cheer my early mornings or triggers my morning sickness. Have I healed from this addiction? Being here in Adelaide, for the past months. This addiction has definitely heal because I have to be thrifty in channelling my "fulus" in that area of comfort.

So, my patient is very much tested, to wait for the strict time guideline for the arrival and departure of the bus. Here, if u miss a bus, you can miss your whole life.

I want to be healed from this addiction, as it is burning more than my pocket holes.

When I see yellow, black and blue.
Please don't stop or I'll soon be the colours that reflects "you".

When I walk with my hands outright.
I rather it be yellow, black and blue.
Then, my pockets burn to soot.

Let me be the bus guider,
or let me the walker.
But don't let me be the cab "lover".

It is not that I don't love "you".
But I don't want to be in love with "you".
As "you"'ll drive away when my pockets burn to soot.