Selamat Hari Ibu

Dengan nama Allah yang maha pemurah lagi maha penyayang...


Ya Allah, Ya tuhanku
rendahkanlah suaraku, perindahkanlah ucapanku dan lembutkanlah hatiku untuk ibuku.
Puan Azimawati binti Mohd Nor
berikanlah balasan yang sebaik-baiknya atas didikannya padaku,
peliharalah dia sebagaimana dia memeliharaku,


Ampunilah dosa-dosanya dan kasihanlah dirinya
sebagaimana dia mengasihaniku sejak kecil
panjangkanlah usianya, murahkanlah rezekinya dan berikanlah keberkatan
dunia dan akhirat dalam hidup kami sekeluarga


Sesungguhnya Engkau yang memiliki Kurniaan Yang Agung dan Engkaulah yang Maha Pengasih lagi Maha Penyayang


Amin

Ahmad
Sempena Mother's day

The Most Beautiful Story In The World

Story for those who doesn't understand... 



once upon a time, there was a writer who had written many books but didnt have many fans and few people had bought and read his books, while sitting in the corner of his room staring with a sorrow look at his books which he has set on the bookshelf, suddenly possessed by a strange feeling and begins to hate himself and all the books he has written. He feels really tired that he hasnt been able to become a famous writer and write books that attract a lot of readers.

Feeling completely disappointed, the writer places his head on his knees and all these thoughts play around in his head that he loses all hope for the future.As the world always know, a story will never completed if there was no heroine and the world always said there is no victory if there no woman behind a man. A mother always be the best, who always give hope and rise up her child spirit. So,at the height of despair, his mother give him encourage and rise up his spirit until he decides to write again a book that will be the most beautiful book in the world and be read by all the people in the world. The writer immediately rises and energetically takes his pen and papers, lies on his bed and, with high hopes of writing the most beautiful book in the world..

After a bit of thought, the writer finally decides to write the story of himself but not as a writer but a painter that had painted many paintings but didnt have many fans and few people had seen or bought his paintings. Same like him that not achieve any good one. The painter, while sitting in the corner of his room, is suddenly possessed by a strange feeling and begins to hate himself and all his paintings. He feels really tired that he hasnt been able to become a famous painter and paint paintings that attract a lot of admirers..

The disappointed and hopeless painter places his head on his knees and all these thoughts play around in his head to such an extent that he loses all hope for the future when. At the height of despair, he suddenly decides to paint a painting that will be the most beautiful painting in the world and attract all the people in the world. With his head still on his knees, he closes his eyes and thinks about the subject of his painting and soon, with his mind full of images, falls asleep.

In a dream, the painter notices the shadow of a woman in the distance who in the fanciful world of dreams, with the wind in her veil , walks slowly and rhythmically towards him. As she gets closer, she gains more color, and when she is near the painter, her beautiful face becomes visible in the pale light. The girl is so astonishing with beautiful and attractive that the painter is dazzled by her face and unable to think of anything else.

After a while the woman stands in front of the painter and breaks the silence with her voice echoing in the world of the dream, “I am the most beautiful face in the world. When I heard you were going to paint the most beautiful painting, I decided to come to you to tell you that if you want to reach your goal, draw my face. Then people will come to see it from the four corners of the world and you will become the most famous painter in the world.

The painter wakes up from astonishment and delight. He jumps to his feet and still confused and amazed as if he were still dreaming, takes pen and paper, lies down on the bed and begin to paint. Happy to have reached his goal and sometimes wipes the cold sweat off his forehead with his handkerchief, he tries for hours to draw her face before forget it.

The painter continues his efforts but the more time elapses, the more the face fades away from him, and he concludes that he will never be able to complete his drawing. Until he finally becomes hopeless and scared and finds all his dreams gone. He becomes so sad because he will never complete his drawing. He breaks his pen and casts it in the corner and, feeling tired and disappointed, fall into a sleep on his bed.

The writer takes a deep breath and wipes the sweat off his forehead with his handkerchief and excitedly hoping to write the most beautiful book in the world. But no matter how much he thinks, he cannot continue and says to himself: “well.. what about the rest of the story? Will the painter manage to draw the face? no! Maybe this way the painter reaches his goal but what about me? This wouldnt be the most beautiful story in the world.

With these thoughts in mind, the writer tries to go on. He tries again and again, but the more he tries the more hopeless it seems, and he think that he will never be able to finish this story. Until he finally becomes hopeless and tired and finds all his dreams gone. He becomes so sad that he breaks his pen and casts. It in the corner he was tired and disappointed, falls into a sleep on his bed.

This time, the writer dreams of the woman the painter had dreamed of. In his dream, the writer sees the woman in the far distance who in the fanciful world of dreams, with the wind in her veil, walks slowly towards him. As she gets closer, she gains more color, and when she is near the writer, her beautiful face becomes visible in the pale light. The woman is so beautiful and attractive that the writer is dazzled by her face and unable to think of anything else.

The woman stands in front of the writer and breaks the silence with her voice echoing in the world of the dream, "I am the most beautiful face in the world. When I heard that you have completely given up on finishing your story, I decided to come to tell you a truth. But I don’t know if you’re ready to hear it or not?

The writer, who was lost in the woman’s beautiful face, suddenly regains his consciousness by the question and in a rush answers “yes. tell me. i am listening.” The woman asks the writer, “do you promise to believe what I tell you?” The writer answers, “yes.. i promise.” The woman says, “I want to tell you that you shouldnt worry about finishing your story because the painter will success to complete the drawing of me and become famous artist.

The writer is at first a little shocked by her words, but, after some pondering and said "thank god the painter completed his drawing and become famous painter. The woman also says, "you also the creator of me". The writer says, "that means i am the creator of the "painter's success"? haha.. can you finish my story so that i'm also can be famous writer? The woman replied, "no!! if you can create the famous painter that is the reflex of yourself, you also can create the success for yourself, it is just up to you"

The writer finally realized that there is no one can create the success of himself other than him. If we imagined ourselves success in the future, actually we are going to the next real success. The writer finally managed to complete his story and become famous writer..

hermm.. how about you??

1st throught out the time..

The joy of flight.
  The magic of flight.

    The meaning of flight.
      The endless challenge and infinite rewards of flight...

  

This is what Ahmad writes about..

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I think this is my 1st update in this year of freedom and adventures... for ALL who wish to rise above their earth-bound existences to feast on freedom and adventure that this year knows and loves and recreates so magnificently...

      Today story non than other, to remember what it was happened in this year. Noted in the dark, catch a little bit what the dreamer is living, what to acrhieve, what to pass, what we will missed.

    

Passing a day to day, my spirit sometimes at the top of cliff, but sometimes at the bottom of sea. For me, what a long journey to pass.Lucky, courage from others especially my parent, friends put me always in the right path. A pen and some paper to work everyday, i began to know about the travels of people called 'doc' that never will be easier.

As a student, if we never feel hard, there is no mean to learn. So, i put a challenge in the Jan, just to keep me notice "do i am a good student till now?". and the result always telling me the truth. Even though the result is not great than other,but it can lead me a drop of tear.

The struggles I'm facing, the chances I'm taking, sometimes might knock me down, but no I'm not breaking.I may not know it, but these are the moments that i'm gonna remember most. I've just gotta keep going, and I gonna be strong

Just keep pushing on..