Monday, March 10, 2014


Everyday when I wake up, the first thing that comes across my mind is Malaysia Airlines MH370 and straight away I will ask the first person I see; 

"Kapal terbang dah jumpa ke belum?" ("Have they found the plane?") 

And to be honest, every single time I ask the question, every single second I wait for the answer, I was hoping a 'Yes'. Definitely most of us think the same thing. Although we are neither one of the passengers nor the family members, but the sadness and grief that they have to endure can be felt by others. 

3 days had passed. But the plane is nowhere to be found. Many countries join and participate the forces to find the missing MH370. 

Some said they found the aircraft's door. But actually it wasn't from MH370. And there's oil spillage in the middle of the South China Sea. And again it did not come from the plane. Speculations everywhere. Twitter. Facebook. Instagram. Everywhere. Some people keep making illogical assumptions. And some even cheated to gain popularity. 

Can you just stop saying anything bad or doing something stupid?
Can you try to place yourself in their shoes? 
Can you understand their feelings?
Can you feel their sadness?

"Kun fayakun", Let's keep praying and hoping for the best. InshaaAllah. 

Ardilla N.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Oh Allah forgive me :'(

There were only 15 minutes left before Salat-ul Isha. He quickly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul Maghrib. While making Tasbih, he again remembered his grandmother and was embarrassed by how he had prayed. His grandmother prayed with such tranquillity and peace. He began making Dua and went down to make Sajdah and stayed like that for a while. He had been at work all day and was tired, so tired. 

He awoke abruptly to the sound of noise and shouting. 

He was sweating profusely. 

He looked around. 

It was very crowded. Every direction he looked in was filled with people. Some stood frozen looking around, some were running left and right and some were on their knees with their heads in their hands just waiting. Pure fear and apprehension filled him as he realized where he was. His heart was about to burst. 

It was the Day of Judgment. 

When he was alive, he had heard many things about the questioning on the Day of Judgment, but that seemed so long ago. Could this be something his mind made up? No, the wait and the fear were so great that he could not have imagined this. The interrogation was still going on. He began moving frantically from people to people to ask if his name had been called. No one could answer him. 

All of a sudden his name was called and the crowd split into two and made a passageway for him. Two angels grabbed his arms and led him forward. He walked with unknowing eyes through the crowd. The angels brought him to the centre and left him there. 

His head was bent down and his whole life was passing in front of his eyes like a movie. 

He opened his eyes but saw only another world. The people were all helping others. He saw his father running from one lecture to the other, spending his wealth in the way of Islam. His mother invited guests to their house and one table was being set while the other was being cleared. 

He pleaded his case, ‘I too was always on this path. I helped others. I spread the word of Allah. I performed my Salah. I fasted in the month of Ramadhan. Whatever Allah ordered us to do, I did. Whatever he ordered us not to do, I did not.’ 

He began to cry and think about how much he loved Allah. He knew that whatever he had done in life would be less than what Allah deserved and his only protector was Allah He was sweating like never before and was shaking all over. His eyes were fixed on the scale, waiting for the final decision. 

At last, the decision was made. The two angels with sheets of paper in their hands, turned to the crowd. His legs felt like they were going to collapse. 

He closed his eyes as they began to read the names of those people who were to enter Jahannam. 

His name was read first. 

He fell on his knees and yelled that this couldn’t be, ’How could I go to Jahannam? I served others all my life, I spread the word of Allah to others’. 

His eyes had become blurry and he was shaking with sweat. 

The two angels took him by the arms. As his feet dragged, they went through the crowd and advanced toward the blazing flames of Jahannam. He was yelling and wondered if there was any person who was going to help him. He was yelling of all the good deeds he had done, how he had helped his father, his fasts, prayers, the Noble Qur’an that he read, he was asking if none of them would help him. The Jahannam angels continued to drag him. 

They had gotten closer to the Hellfire. 

He looked back and these were his last pleas. 

Had not Rasulullah [SAW] said, ‘How clean would a person be who bathes in a river five times a day, so too does the Salah performed five times cleanse someone of their sins’? 

He began yelling, ‘My prayers? My prayers? My prayers.?’ 

The two angels did not stop, and they came to the edge of the abyss of Jahannam. The flames of the fire were burning his face. 

He looked back one last time, but his eyes were dry of hope and he had nothing left in him. One of the angels pushed him in. He found himself in the air and falling towards the flames. 

He had just fallen five or six feet when a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. 

He lifted his head and saw an old man with a long white beard. 

He wiped some dust off himself and asked him, ‘Who are you?’ 

The old man replied, ‘I am your prayers’. 

‘Why are you so late! I was almost in the Fire! You rescued me at the last minute before I fell in’. 

The old man smiled and shook his head, ’You always performed me at the last minute, did you forget?’  

At that instant, he blinked and lifted his head from Sajdah. He was in a sweat. He listened to the voices coming from outside. He heard the Adhan for Salat-ul Isha. He got up quickly and went to perform Wudhu.

Ardilla N.

Saturday, July 27, 2013


Do read this story. I got it from facebook. Maybe some of you had read or heard it. But why don't you reread it again. It's a very interesting story and may change how you think about "happiness". Happiness isn't only about self-joy, getting what you want, being rich or etc. Happiness is actually to be happy and share with others or in other words, to make others happy. Read this.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. 

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene. 

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days, weeks and months passed. 

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. 

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.' 

Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. 'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .'

Ardilla N.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Define success.

Success. One word that brings a big meaning. Everyone seems to be obsessed with this word. Think deeply. Who doesn't want to be success right? But what is the real meaning of success to you? 5A's in UPSR? 8A's in PMR? Straight A's in SPM? And then what? Actually success isn't measured by grades or positions. Before this grades mean everything to me. But I realised. I was wrong. Success isn't everything about study. If you fail once it doesn't mean you can't succeed. 

"Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful." -Albert Schweitzer 

Get it? Yes that's the true meaning of success for me. Do what I'm happy with. Different people have different view of success. Yesterday Naimah told me something about success through skype. Aiman Azlan's 5 principles of success;

1.  Love what you do and do what you love.

2.  Be an expert at it and make something of it. 

3.  Benefit people with it and always give more than you take. 

4.  Make a living out of it but don't be a slave to it.

5.  Be useful for the society without asking for return. 

Don't ever think that you can't succeed! You'll create a negative surrounding. So always think positive. You can succeed! Anywhere and anytime. Just believe it and don't ever forget Him. Ask for His help. He will definitely guide you. So what's the first step? Pray and think positive. 

Till here. Assalamualaikum! *wooshhh* 

Ardilla N.