Untukmu, Palestine.

Salaam alaykum, para mujahid.

Walau kau diuji hebat, kau tidak berganjak.
"Demi Masjid Al-Aqsa.", kata engkau.
Walau kau dipijak henyak tiada henti, kau kembali, tegak berdiri.
"Demi Al Quds.", kata engkau.
Walau kau ditindas Zionis terzalim, kau menadah tangan memanjat doa.
"Demi Palestine.", kata engkau.

Kau sabar menentang kezaliman. Kau teguh menegakkan kebenaran. Kau tak takut dipanah, kau tak gentar ditembak. Bangun di pagi hari mu disambut dengan bunyi bom, tidur waktu malam mu disentak dengan bau gas 'phosphorous'. Sedang kami nyenyak tidur, dibelai kipas berkuasa tinggi, bertilam empuk, kau bersengkang mata melawan keganasan. Demi Palestine.

Ibu ku di Palestine...
Maafkan aku kerana sewaktu rumah mu dipecah masuk, aku tiada berbuat apa.

Ayah ku di Palestine...
Maafkan aku kerana sewaktu kepala mu dipenggal, aku tiada berbuat apa.

Adik gadis ku di Palestine...
Maafkan aku kerana sewaktu dara mu diragut, aku tiada berbuat apa.

Adik teruna ku di Palestine...
Maafkan aku kerana sewaktu kau dicolek dan dikurung, aku tiada berbuat apa.

Anak-anak kecil ku di Palestine...

Maafkan aku kerana waktu kau ditendang sehingga bermandian darah, aku tiada berbuat apa.

Bumi Allah ini luas, luas lagi kasih-Nya. Sehebat-hebat dugaan yang Rabb turunkan, hebat lagi ganjaran yang menanti di Jannah. Sudah dijanji Tuhan, kemenangan buat Palestine sangat hampir. Sabarlah, sayang. Ya Rahman Ya Rahim, aturan masa-Mu itu yang paling cantik. Kau lebih tahu sedang kami hanya tercongok, menunggu.

Aku mengaku aku pengecut, aku kerdil. Maka itu bukan aku yang dipilih menjadi penduduk tanah suci Bayt Al Muqaddas, maka itu bukan aku yang kehadapan menjadi antara mujahidah yang dijanji syurga-Nya.

Ilmu ku cetek secetek lopak air, aku tak mahu mengambil tahu hal saudara ku yang merayu aku bangun dari terus dinoda dunia. Ego ku tinggi menggunung, aku tak peduli apa jadi pada nyawa ummi abi, adik perempuan adik lelaki. 

Akhir zaman semakin menjelang. Takkan Islam jatuh ke tangan Israel. Wujud pun tidak nama Israel dalam mata para mukmin. Allah, memang tidak layak lah aku memohon pada-Mu yang sentiasa mencukupkan aku. Tapi kali ini, pinta ku bukan untuk aku. 

"Ya Rahman Ya Rahim, Kau kasih lah mereka yang berjihad di atas jalan-Mu. Kau lindungi lah mereka yang membawa semangat, mengikut jejak pejuang-pejuang agama sewaktu perang Badr dan Uhud. Ya Khaliq Ya Malik,  Kau sayangi lah mereka yang diwajibkan solat 6 waktu termasuk solat jenazah setiap hari sedangkan kami tiada dibendung kesulitan apapun masih malas merendahkan diri, bersujud kepada-Mu walau sekali. Semoga hidayah tahu kami sedang mencarinya, semoga kemenangan lekas menghampiri saudara ku di Palestine. Amin."

Yang tercinta, para ahli Jannah... tatkala kau syahid nanti, setelah nyawa mu direntap Izrail, para penduduk syurga yang lain sedang menyambut kehadiran mu. Berehat lah di rumah baru mu yang tersergam indah, saat itu kau sudah menang. 

#11

As we go through our days, I almost lost track of time. Today we turn 11 months old. Scary how the days turn to hours and the minutes speed down to seconds, then the next thing before we know it, we're a year old! Oh time, dear time, why hurry?

As of today, there isnt a thing I missed out on this man. He's brilliant in so many aspects of life. He's inspired by influential people, that eventually has driven him to inspire others as well. Inspire to aspire, hopefully. His passion for things oozes out from his wounds like blood from deep cuts. Determination drips off, like sweat. Hard work pays off most times when he  gives it his every ounce of strength. Looking at him on an everyday basis, I am possesed by his thoughts of fitness.

I respect his interests. He invests so much on a life-long journey that has no end - fitness, that is. And I am more than honoured to have been able to witness his successes, and to lovingly call him 'My man'. Never will I trade all the nagging about his calories for anything else in this world. If there is anyone who's of a bigger supporter of his than me, I call that person his Motivator - and its still me doing that job, no doubt.

I give him credit for being a responsible partner-in-crime. Other than being a pain in my ass, he does all the loveydovey stuff like a duty. He gets me most of the food that I crave for, holds my hand all the time, rubs my back, hugs me long enough that all my broken pieces stick back together. Anyone can do that, really. But only he, can stand my non-stop whining, my demands for ice-cream, and sudden tight hugs around his neck and never wanting to let loose.

I admit, I'm still figuring him out. And I like the idea of how he surprises me with his hot heat and tantrums, and I cant say much anymore cause he takes every bit of my mood swings like a chill pill. There is nothing he couldnt take of me, he's been given shit yet he's still rollin' with me.

Thank you, Ahmad Al Hedir. For not being a sore loser and winning my heart all over again, sunrise or sunset.

Nah , amik bunga ��