Of Angels and Men

Allah made the angels out of heavenly light
created for His service, to do what’s right.
Whatever Allah commands, they must obey
and from these duties they never stray.

Unlike Humans, they cannot choose
so when Allah commands, they can not refuse.
They are the dedicated servants of our Lord.
They wont do anything on their own accord.

Some angels are told to worship and pray
and they follow these commands night and day.
Some performing Sajda and others in Ruku
From the moment of creation this is all they do.

Every angel has tasks that Allah has assigned.
Some are commanded to serve mankind.
Some provide sustenance from hunger and thirst.
Others are with us from the moment of birth.

Two angels are assigned to record our deeds,
whilst some take care of our other needs.
Like bringing us sunshine and also the rain.
Like protecting us from harm and also from pain.

There is another creation – it is called man.
They live on Earth for a very short span.
After their time expires they are returned
and through their deeds, paradise is earned.

Adam was first and he was made from mud
which was then turned into flesh and blood.
Unlike the angels, he has a choice to obey
– to go for guidance or to go astray.

So humans have choices to be the best
as freewill can raise them above the rest.
The ability to choose between wrong and right.
To return from darkness to knowledge and light.

Through choice we can follow Allah’s command
and refrain from everything Allah has banned.
We can follow Islam, becoming pious and just
so both learning and practice become a must.

If we ignore Islam and follow our desires
and lose ourselves in building our empires.
Our purpose in life becomes obeying our lust
– chasing the Dunya we become spiritually bust.

When our whims and desires is all we select.
Our real purpose in life we tend to neglect.
When Islam isn’t the centre of our lives,
our heart becomes empty where nothing survives.

Our Creator’s wishes we no longer observe
when our nafs and ego is all we serve.
We forget the reality that life is a test
and the path of righteousness is the best.

If the Path we tread is of virtue and merit
then the gardens of paradise we will inherit.
Many hardships and trials we will ultimately face
When the pious and righteous we emulate.

The amount of wealth is a test from above.
Do we love to share or is it hoarding we love?
Are we grateful to Allah for whatever he has sent?
Or do we complain of poverty and show resent?

If Allah has given us power over others
Do we treat them as equals and as brothers?
or do we feel superior and are filled with pride?
Do we practice fairness or are their rights denied?

Allah has blessed us with youth and good health,
both these qualities are our greatest wealth!
Do we pick on others demonstrating our brawn?
Or are we up for Fajr at the crack of dawn?

Are we careful to use our precious time?
Or is it devoted to TV, music and rhyme?
Do we try to create a better place
and improve the conditions that Muslims face?

Do we obey our parents and give them respect?
Are we good role models are our morals correct?
Do we help other people and are we always fair?
Do we earn halal income or don’t we care?

Do we follow the guidance from the Qur’an?
By shunning all evil and following Islam?
Do we read the Qur’an and heed its advice?
Or have we sold Jannah for a meagre price?

For all Allah’s blessings we show gratitude
with generosity, kindness and the right attitude.
So in doing good deeds we should not delay
and our commitment to Islam should start today.

On the last day all souls will be raised
and we will face Allah – the most praised.
Standing before Allah what face will we show?
When the truth of our actions will freely flow.

Zahid bin Ghulam @ Musalla

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belum noktah.

maafkan aku kerana memberi harapan

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Warkah Dari Perbatasan

dengan rasa berat hati aku sembunyi
dengan kekasih abadi aku bersunyi
sebentar, tinggalku dengan attar dan rumi
menari tanpa bumi, nyanyi tanpa bunyi
kunantikan telunjuk dan picu terlerai
kemenangan tanpa tentangan akan termeterai

gapai, dah melambai tak mahu mencapai
ingkar lukis garis nipis antara damai dan lalai
santai ya, tapi jangan terlalu
pergiku lama tapi bukan selalu
syair yang kau lafaz semuanya dah kuhafaz
sedikit zat-zat mu saat kuhembus nafas

perang seribu malam hampir tamat
ku hampir selamat tapi tu belum muktamad
peluru keras memecah gelas
warkah dari perbatasan harap dibalas

salut.

Malique

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cheer up your day dear :)

La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la

Pok Pok Pok Bujang Lapok
Ada mancis tak ada rokok
Jalan jauh tersenggok-senggok
Tumit melecet hai lutut terbengkok

Pok Pok Pok Bujang Lapok
Poket kosong hai penuh habok
Tak ada nasi niaga cencalok
Sampai (hmm hmm) terlupa cebok

Jalan yang mana hai tolonglah tunjok
Jalan lurus hai jangan belok-belok
Aku dah penat terbatok-batok
Bau ashemm hai ketiak siapa busok

La la la la la la la la la la la

Pok Pok Pok Bujang Lapok
Kena bantai tulang rusok
Jalan senget terhanggok-hanggok
Jumpa doktor tampal koyok

Pok Pok Pok Bujang Lapok | Pendekar Bujang Lapok

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Oh menceceh menceceh menceceh menceceh menceceh
Oh menceceh menceceh menceceh menceceh menceceh

Bujang Lapok pakai songkok
Basikal cabok tak pernah gosok
Tayar kempis roda bengkok
Badan pepes macam keropok

Bujang Lapok keliling kampong
Naik basikal hai pakai sarong
Minum air dah naik kembong
Sakit perut terpekik terlolong

Hai Bujang Lapok tak boleh harap
Basikal cabuk dah naik kurap
Baru putus hai urat sarap
Masuk angin keluar asap

Bujang Lapok loyar burok
Sana sini hai bikin sibok
Naik basikal semacam berok
Tak ada kerja tolak habok

Oh menceceh menceceh menceceh menceceh menceceh
Oh menceceh menceceh menceceh menceceh menceceh

Menceceh | Seniman Bujang Lapok

Oh menceceh… (5X)
Oh menceceh… (5X)
Oh menceceh… (5X)
Oh menceceh… (5X)Bujang lapuk pakai songkok
Basikal cabuk tak pernah gosok
Tayar kempis roda bengkok
Badan pepes macam keropokBujang lapuk keliling kampung
Naik basikal hai pakai sarung
Minum air dah naik kembung
Sakit perut terpekik terlolong

Hai bujang lapuk tak boleh harap
Basikal cabuk dah naik kurap
Baru putus hai urat saraf
Masuk angin keluar asap

Bujang lapuk… loyar buruk
Sana sini hai bikin sibuk
Naik basikal semacam beruk
Tak ada kerja tolak habuk – See more at: http://liriksemualagu.blogspot.com/2009/11/lirik-lagu-menceceh-bujang-lapok.html#.Uk7FvFP-uKF

Oh menceceh… (5X)
Oh menceceh… (5X)Bujang lapuk pakai songkok
Basikal cabuk tak pernah gosok
Tayar kempis roda bengkok
Badan pepes macam keropokBujang lapuk keliling kampung
Naik basikal hai pakai sarung
Minum air dah naik kembung
Sakit perut terpekik terlolong

Hai bujang lapuk tak boleh harap
Basikal cabuk dah naik kurap
Baru putus hai urat saraf
Masuk angin keluar asap

Bujang lapuk… loyar buruk
Sana sini hai bikin sibuk
Naik basikal semacam beruk
Tak ada kerja tolak habuk – See more at: http://liriksemualagu.blogspot.com/2009/11/lirik-lagu-menceceh-bujang-lapok.html#.Uk7FvFP-uKF

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penghormatan Terakhir.

Universiti Malaya
Kebanggaan kita semua
Bertambah para ilmuan
Di pelbagai lapangan

Kami bertekad di hati
Mencapai cita murni
Tradisi kecemerlangan
Menepati wawasan

Di sini kami sedia berbakti
Terus berinovasi
Kami harapan generasi muka
Teras nusa dan bangsa

Varsiti kesayanganku
Sungguh banyak jasamu
Membentuk insan mulia
Berilmu berbudaya

aku jarang nak attached sangat dengan tempat belajar aku,
tapi kali ni takpelah. dimaafkan. detik-detik terakhir

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Bila Waktu Telah Berakhir

Bagaimana kau merasa bangga
Akan dunia yang sementara
Bagaimanakah bila semua
Hilang dan pergi meninggalkan dirimu

Bagaimanakah bila saatnya
Waktu terhenti tak kau sadari
Masihkah ada jalan bagimu
Untuk kembali mengulangkan masa lalu

Dunia
Dipenuhi dengan hiasan
Semua dan segala yang ada
Akan kembali padaNya

Bila waktu telah memanggil
Teman sejati hanyalah amal
Bila waktu telah terhenti
Teman sejati tinggallah sepi

Bila Waktu Telah Berakhir – Opick

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Million Miles

How love can ever be
Right before my eyes
Still a million miles away from me

They say love is blind, I say it blinds you
Tempts you off your sanity, abide by mind rules
The truth behind the myth it lies in our reality
Love is just a four letter word that’s sung in melody
To complete formality, you hear it when the ballads breathe
Every couple wants to be the next Cleo and Anthony
Or Clyde and Bonnie, or Frank Butler and Annie
Mumtaz and Shah, Gina Montana and Manny
But this ain’t no love epic, I’m just a hopeful skeptic
Mischievous thoughts made poetic now spit it on record
I’m not in love with cha, I’m just in love at cha
Distant admiration, link and spoil the whole picture
I betcha a mil, you dancin’ in a million minds
A million times you handshakin’ from a million miles
And put a million smiles, a million different stories
And how we diff a million miles is self explanatory

I sing this lullaby, forbidden love sitting before my eyes
My heart is screaming although nobody can hear my cries
Wishing on a star as I look into the night
Say a little prayer only God can understand my plight
Glimpses of her sight, flashing in my mind
Although she near the distance seems like a million miles
Somebody told me once that patience is a virtue
And true love is worth waiting for although it might just hurt you
And if it comes right back, that means it’s truly destined
I promise to hold back the tears, never say never
And I know you thinking of me all through out your endeavours
And if its part of His plans, one day we’ll be together
A few things last forever, so I write this poem
A lot of times, you won’t miss it right until it’s gone
And though I soldier on, these feelings in my heart
Will never change ‘cos I loved you from the start

We seen a lot of come
We seen a lot of go
But we ain’t seen a lot of stars who got a lot of soul
And keep their feet to the ground
Despite a lot soul truly unforgettable like old Nat Cole
It ain’t even about your look your style is debonair
The voice that stuns the nation when it comes on air
Expectations of intimacy was never there
But it would be nice to swap a couple hellos with the funny stares
But you just smile dumbfound when you come around
But little hushes now silence is the perfect sound,
Or whether this is fun or play ya
Just holler at your boy a million miles away

Million Miles | (Too Phat feat. Siti Nurhaliza)
(Dua Dunia)

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