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What a nice days I have today, Everything just too perfect, The sun shines bright, The comfortable warmly golden light, The sounds of bird’s song, so melodious,  The flowers so beautiful with its variety of colors,  The smell of earth really freshen my mind,  Slowly I closed my eyes, Relaxing; and tried to fell that feeling, The feeling of calm and wisdom, instead of boredom, That could make me smile even lots of problem around, Because I do believe I’m now in heaven!                                                                          ...

Day after day, confuse have become part of me, The way I see the world, make nothing real to me, Despair, betrayal and lied were things that decorated my world, World of frustrated and loneliness Yet I know, I’m now in the wrong ways, Far from the path of truth, Deep in the huge dark hole, Too deep until not a single light can reach me, And now I realize I’m on my own. I tried really hard to push myself together, Stop! Stop! I don’t want to walk anymore! But it’s nothing I can do, really! The legs just don’t want to stop yet and it’s keep moving, Drive me straight to darkness of insanity, That time only one thing crossing my mind, Not gold, not luxury and not even companions, But I just want you to give me your hand, And pull me, so then I can know what the feel to be out there! Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq Bin Nik Ibrahim March 6, 2010

Day after day, I’m becoming more weakened. I don’t really know why it’s happen to me. The only feeling that I know this time is only despair, depress and lonely. I did try to live like the others, believe in possibilities, having a positive thinking out of every decision I make. But still I can’t figure out why I still end up loose my consciousness of happiness, warm and lively relationship with people around.   It’s so weird, why my life ends up like this? By sitting on the chair, I slowly calm myself. Hoping that I can rewind back every step I had taken in my life, also desperately eager to find out the solution of this miserable life I had. For a certain moments, yes its works to me. One by one the memory came back, singing and dancing inside my mind. Without I notice, a smile suddenly appears through my dumb and bored face. It was a beautiful moments that I had before with my dearest friends. We do have fun a lot when I recalled, especially the time we hang out at a hypermarke...

What is the tree that was prohibited for Adam (PUH) Tales and speeches had differed about of what type is it and what is it. Some said it is wheat and some said it is vine and grape while others said it is camphor and still others said it is the fig. It is said also that it is the tree of good and evil and it was said it is the tree of eternity that the Angels used to eat from, and more had been said. From M'anee Al-Akhbar [seems a book name] in its basing to Al-Harawee said: I said to Al-Ridha (PUH): O son of prophet of God, tell me about the tree that Adam and Eve ate from, what was it? because many people differ in its nature, some say it is wheat, some say it is grape and some say it is tree of the envy, then he said (PUH): all of that is right, then I said: then what is the meaning of all these different opinions? then he said (PUH): O Aba As-Silt [=Al-Harawee], the tree of paradise carries types, so it was wheat carrying grapes and it is...

Haip! this going to be the first post i had ever created with my own words, so shy to write it in the first place. But i tried my best so that everyone enjoy reading this. what?? I can hear you. Could you please speak louder? Owhhh, why i'm writing this post? Why I'm doing this even I dun like it? Okay, i know this is weird (for me also), but recently i keep blog-walk (thanks to YS) through many talented blogger and I realize something important, 99% blog that i read was actually being written by using its own blogger's words; some sort like diary i think. Hurm, it's so funny you know. There're a lot of comment also in every post. The words are so lovely, warmly describe every situation, condition that the writer experiences. I don't care actually either the 'story' was really happen or not in Writer actual life, I just enjoy reading its. So from this point, I set my mind back, and I told myself from now onward I want to be like them. But it's not n...

This is from an old story, back in the '30s, in the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less. A 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" the little boy asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins he had. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now, more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing very impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry. As she wiped down the table, there placed neatly beside the empty dish we...