Rabu, 10 Ogos 2011

Sejarah se zaman..Huh??

Salamun'alaik guys,

In this post, i wanted to share some interesting video. It's about history. Instead of reading, i think you guys more prefer having it presented in video. You know...history stuff...yawning stuff...

But this one, pretty good.. Nice to be taking seriously what exactly the message that the maker trying to pull... Please have a look... Here it goes...

Nice to see, nice to hold,...once you guys understand, can you guys tell me what exactly our future hold..? And i even still not celebrating my first birthday...huhuhuhu....

(....what will happen to my historical subject in the future?...i wonder...)

Qur'an Stories for Children

Salamun'alaik guys,

Nothing special happens today except for when i woke up, i still in the fasting month. Still feel great to have both of my parent at my side... Even though they both asleep, still great! Hehehe~ When i got thirsty, i turn left, and if i'm bored, i turn right... Yay~! Best2... Alhamdulillah for my ummi and ayah... Couldn't wait to have chat with them when the time comes...

Aaaaanywho, I have another story wanna share with you guys. The story is about a little boy who lives with his grandfather. Reading time~


Quran Stories for Children: Why do we read Noble Qur'an, even we can't understand Arabic?

An old Muslim lived on a farm with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Noble Qur'an.

His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.

One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa, I try to read the Noble Qur'an just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Noble Qur'an do?"

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water."

The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.

This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home.

Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.

The Grandfather said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house.

The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.

Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!"

"So you think it is useless?" The Grandfather said, "Look at the basket."

The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.

"Son, that's what happens when you read the Noble Qur'an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read the Noble Qur'an, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah (SWT) in our lives."

-The End-


So...aside from the story, how many times per day we see the Qur'an's cover in our own place?.. Not to mention touching, open or read it... Just count how many times we saw the holy Qur'an... Can you imagine?

To look at the cover is hard to judge what is inside? Hmmmm...

Selasa, 9 Ogos 2011

Who will take the noble Qur'an?

There is another one which interests me. Hope you guys will get something from the stories i shared..

Quran Stories for Children: Who will take the Noble Qur'an?

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso (Spanish artist who lived in France) to Raphael (Italian painter). They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Eid ul-Fitr, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art."

The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"

There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings! Skip this one."

But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"

Another voice angrily, "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs (Dutch painter), the Rembrandts (Dutch artist). Get on with the real bids!"

But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?" Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

We have $10, who will bid $20? Give it to him for $10. "Let's see the masters...." $10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?

The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"

The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."

"What about the great paintings?"

I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!

Allah (SWT) gave His Noble Qur'an hundreds of years ago to guide us. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The Noble Qur'an, the Noble Qur'an, who'll take the Noble Qur'an? Because whoever takes the Noble Qur'an gets everything."

In the end, Allah already told us of every single benefit of being closed to Him, yet most of us do nothing about it as the "prizes" are unseen. What if He didn't even tell us anything about "prize of goodness", heaven or hell? you think anyone wants to be good?...hmmm.....

Holy Qur'an

Salamun'alaik guys. First time do blogging stuff. Only want to share some stories i've read from some mag. Nice to read. Enough talk, and here the first one..

Holy Qur'an: Your Companion in the Grave

Rasulullah (saw) said: When a man dies and his relatives are busy in funeral, there stands an extremely handsome man by his head. When the dead body is shrouded, that man gets in between the shroud and the chest of the deceased.

When after the burial, the people return home, two angels, Munkar and Nakeer, come in the grave and try to separate this handsome man so that they may be able to interrogate the dead man in privacy about his faith. But the handsome man says, He is my companion, he is my friend. I will not leave him alone in any case. If you are appointed for interrogation, do your job. I cannot leave him until I get him admitted into Paradise.

Thereafter he turns to his dead companion and says, I am the Noble Qur'an, which you used to read, sometimes in a loud voice and sometimes in a low voice. Do not worry. After the interrogation of Munkar and Nakeer, you will have no grief.

When the interrogation is over, the handsome man arranges for him from Al-Mala'ul A'laa (the angels in Heaven) silk bedding filled with musk.

Also Rasulullah (saw) said: "On the Day of Judgement, before Allah (SWT), no other intercessor will have a greater status than the Noble Qur'an, neither a Prophet nor an angel."

Not saying i'm a good reader.. but, as I am not kind of person who judges any book by its cover, I choose to skip that "cover" part and find any "interesting" part from the story..
...and guess what...

...I've found mine, do you find yours?... XD