~ Guru ~

Touching hearts.


As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.

It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper That he got from a grocery bag Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets.."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling* her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for* believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist Hospital in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

Warm someone's heart today. . . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? Just "do it".

Random acts of kindness, I think they call it?

"Believe in Angels, then return the favor."

~ Legoland ~

Hello everyone!! Salam dari Legoland, Malaysia. *eceh* 

Sila jangan percaya. Lalu kat depan entrance Legoland tu pun aku tak pernah lagi. Alah tempat baru lagi, wat apa nak pergi awal awal ye tak? Tunggulah dah setahun dua baru lah kita serbu. haha. *ayat orang tak tau bila dapat pergi* Lagi pun orang cakap tempat tempat baru ni kena pergi setahun selepas penubuhan dia, lagi2 theme park. At least lepas setahun tu permainan kat dalam tu semua dah dicuba berulang kali and takde lah nak risau sangat tentang keupayaan dia kan. *apalah yang aku merepekkan ni* -.-' Cerita sebenarnya ialah tunggu tiket dia turun harga dulu baru aku pergi. haha. *kedekut* ;D

"Tiba tiba tulis entry Legoland, dah lah tak pernah pergi. Kalau dah pergi takpe lah juga nak tulis entry bagai. Ntah apa apa je Shikin ni." Mesti korang cakap camtu dalam hati kan? kan? haha. Actually aku tiba tiba terasa nak tulis entry Legoland ni sebab semalam masa beli air Volcano Milk Tea kat Cool Blog *promote sikit*, penutup bekas air tu gambar Legoland. Sikit pun takde tulis cool blog. Then aku ambil gambar and post kat Instagram, letak caption "Hello Legoland! Nice to meet you." Makanya ramai juga yang percaya aku pergi sana. ngeeehehe. Thanks cool blog kerana merealisasikan 'impian' saya! haha. Ok lah, just for fun. hee.

Tadi aku dengan kerajinan yang luar biasanya telah meng'google' gambar gambar Legoland yang ada kat dunia ni. As a result aku jumpa 6 tempat yang ada Legoland. Aku jumpa 6 je, tak tau la kot ada lagi kat tempat lain ke kan. Let's see kat mana yang ada : 

Tu dia hasil google yang aku buat sebentar tadi. Main entrance je lah dapat. Kalau korang nak tengok isi dalam Legoland ni, do google sendiri ye. hehe. 

Ok, kesimpulannya di sini ialah aku memang tak pernah lagi pergi tempat ni. But teringin juga nak pergi. Ada siapa siapa yang nak bawa saya pergi sini tak? *buatmukacomel* hahaharapan je lah. ;D Sebelum kesimpulan aku jadi lebih tersimpul rapi, better I stop kat sini. And pada anda anda di luar sana yang dah pernah pergi, kongsi  kongsi lah cerita-pengalaman-gambar di sana ye. Sharing is caring kan. ;)

Ok tata!

nota comel : kalau nak feeling Legoland, belilah Cool Blog! *sponsored by Cool Blog*. kbai!

~ Too Late to Tell ~

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called ‘best-friend’. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that. And I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said, ‘thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I loved her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.”

11th grade, the phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to be alone. So I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After two hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, a three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said ‘thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I loved her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.”

Senior year, the day before prom, she walked to my locker. “My date is sick” she said, “he’s not gonna o”. Well, I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promised that if neither of us had dates, we would go together - just as ‘best friends’. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn’t think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said – “I had a best time, thanks!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I loved her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.”

A day passed, the week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel on the stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine – but she didn’t notice me like that, I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and oried as I hug her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said – ‘you’re my best friend, thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I loved her but I’m just to shy, and I don’t know why.”

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my ‘best friends’. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: “………… I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. “I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I loved him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.” I wish he would tell me that he loved me……..” “I wish I did too…..” I thought to my self, and cried.

s/c : remember this quote: Do yourself a favor, tell her/him that you love them, even if you don’t know how would they’ll react, just let them know how you ‘really’ feel abut them. They won’t be there forever.

~ We're All Cracked Pots ~

A Water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?

That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back,you've watered them.

For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house"

Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.

But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.

You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.

~ Kalau Encik Boleh Tolong Terangkan pada Anak-anak Saya ~

Suatu pagi yang tenang, di dalam sebuah komuter.. Kelihatan seorang lelaki sekitar lewat 20-an, Azwan, memasuki salah satu gerabak saat ia berhenti di sebuah stesen. Dia masuk bersama-sama dua orang anak lelaki, mungkin berusia 4 dan 6 tahun..

Sebaik sahaja dia melabuhkan diri di sebuah kerusi, tanpa menghiraukan anak-anaknya.. Azwan terus memejamkan mata. Wajahnya kelihatan penat, langsung saja melelapkan mata. Si anak pula apa lagi, ligatlah bermain-main dua beradik itu ke hujung dan ke hilir gerabak. Dek kerana suasana yang kurang sesak, memang agak senanglah untuk mereka berlari kesana-kemari.

Mula-mula berlumba lari, si adik kalah lalu marah-marah, meradang. Pastinya suasana yang tenang tadi menjadi bingit dan merimaskan penumpang lain. Masing-masing memandang saja si ayah yang kelihatan lena melelapkan matanya.

Kemudian, mereka berlumba pula memanjat tiang di dalam gerabak tersebut. Si abang pula yang kalah, geram, lalu dicapainya majalah seorang penumpang yang sedang membaca - dan terjatuh. Kelihatan puas hati di wajahnya. Mahu dimarahi, cuma budak kecil.. Malangnya si adik pula terasa tercabar. Kalau abangnya boleh buat begitu, pasti dia pun boleh!

Si adik pun buatlah hal yang sama. Kali ini surat khabar penumpang lain menjadi mangsa - dan terjatuh juga. Penumpang lain yang melihat sekadar menggelengkan kepala, dan menyimpan bahan bacaan mereka! Dua beradik itu masih lagi aktif.. Bermain-main.

Akhirnya seorang penumpang lalu cuba menegur Azwan. Ditepuknya peha Azwan, terkejut dari lelapnya. Sambil cuba menahan rasa geram dia berkata dengn baik, "Maaf saudara, anak-anak saudara sangat mengganggu kami!"

Azwan terpinga-pinga, sebentar kemudian dia cuba bangun. Tapi seakan-akan tiada kekuatan, dia terduduk kembali. Tiba-tiba, wajah Azwan kemerah-merahan.. Lalu terluah airmata jantannya. Si lelaki yang menegur tadi mula serba salah. "Maaf saudara.. Saudara ade masalah ke?"

Akhirnya Azwan membuka cerita..

Katanya, sebenarnya dia dan anak-anaknya dalam perjalanan ke hospital. Isterinya sedang terlantar sakit di sana - setelah disahkan mempunyai ketumbuhan di bahagian otak. Sejak itu, isterinya terpaksa ditahan di hospital dan diletakkan di bawah pemeriksaan rapi. Oleh itu, kanak-kanak tidak dapat dibenarkan melawatnya sebagai langkah keselamatan.

Setelah berminggu-minggu, si anak-anak sangatlah merindukan ibunya. Dan ibunya pula apatah lagi. Azwan bagaikan berada di tengah-tengah.. Dilema. Ingin saja dia menemukan anak-anaknya dengan isterinya di hospital, tetapi tidak dibenarkan oleh doktor. Akhirnya si anak-anak mula menjadi murung, tidak berselera makan.. Dan asyik bertanyakan tentang ibunya. Isterinya pula semakin hari menjadi semakin lemah, dan sangat merindukan anak-anaknya.

Kerana terlalu rindu, isteri Azwan pernah memberitahunya, jika pun dia perlu membayar wang semata-mata untuk dibenarkan berjumpa anak-anaknya, dia sanggup! Dia meminta Azwan mengeluarkan semua simpanan mereka untuk membayarnya!

Azwan terus mendesak dan mendesak doktor.. Akhirnya dibenarkan, tetapi tidak boleh lama. Lalu dia terus pulang ke rumah, mendapatkan anak-anaknya.. Dan memberitahu berita gembira itu - mereka akan bertemu si ibu esok! Lalu melompat kegembiraanlah dua beradik itu. Terus berselera makan, menyanyi-nyanyi.. Malah si abang siap melukiskan sesuatu untuk ditunjukkan kepada ibunya keesokan hari.

Si adik pula terus mencari-cari pakaian tercantik yang mana ingin dipakai. Sepanjang malam, bertalu-talu soalan diajukan kepada Azwan oleh anak-anaknya, tentang ibu mereka. Akhirnya mereka terlelap juga, lewat malam.

Keesokannya, hari yang ditunggu-tunggu akhirnya tiba. Azwan pulang dari kerjanya pada waktu tengahari, untuk menjemput anak-anak. Sampai saja di pintu rumah, anak-anaknya telah pun siap! Akhirnya Azwan sendiri tak sempat berehat dan menukar pakaiannya, terus saja keluar menuju ke stesen komuter.

Namun, siapa sangka.. saat mereka ingin keluar, Azwan mendapat panggilan daripada hospital - menyatakan isterinya baru saja menghembuskan nafasnya yang terakhir!

Hancur luluh hatinya, terus kelu lidahnya, langsung kaku jasadnya. Azwan buntu, tidak tahu apa yang harus dilakukan, apa yang harus diberitahu kepada anak-anaknya.. Dia benar-benar tersentak dan sebak, apalagi melihatkan kegembiraan pada wajah anak-anaknya untuk bertemu ibu mereka.

Akhirnya Azwan tetap ke stesen komuter, dan menuju ke hospital - dengan fikiran yang kosong. Kerana itulah dia langsung duduk dan cuba menenangkan dirinya. Dan membiarkan saja anak-anaknya terus gembira. Dia tak mempunyai perkataan untuk menjelaskan kepada mereka bahawa si ibunya telah tiada!

Lelaki yang menegurnya tadi sangat tersentuh. Terasa bersalah kerana menegur tadi. Perasan geram dan marahnya terhadap si anak-anak itu tadi, terus bertukar menjadi sayang, sayu dan kasihan.. "Kalau encik boleh tolong terangkan kepada anak-anak saya, silakan.. Saya memang tak tahu macamana nak bagitahu mereka..", akhiri Azwan.

...

Begitulah kisah yag sangat menyentuh perasaan itu. Lelaki tadi yang mulanya tersangat marah dengan kerenah si anak-anak kecik yang nakal, akhirnya bertukar menjadi sayang dan sayu - kerana dia tahu akan perkara yang sebenarnya. Tetapi bagaimana pula dengan penumpang lain, yang masih tidak tahu? Pastinya rasa marah itu masih berbuku di hati mereka. Itulah bezanya antara orang yang mengetahui, dan yang tidak mengetahui.

"Adakah sama orang-orang yang mengetahui dan orang-orang yang tidak mengetahui?" (Az-Zumar:9)

p/s; Kisah ini dikongsi oleh seorang penceramah di tapak pesta konvo UTM. Wallahu'alam.

Sumber di ambil disini.

~ Latih Anak Solat ~

Assalamualaikum w.b.t... =)

Kali ni nak share dengan anda semua tentang cara Wardina Safiyyah mendidik anak2 dia supaya tidak meninggalkan solat dan kisah ni di ambil dari facebook beliau.. Semoga kita semua dapat belajar dan mempraktikkannye pada anak masing2 ye.. ;)

***

BERBALOI PENAT LELAH KU...

by Wardina Safiyyah OfficialPage on Friday, March 11, 2011 at 8:47pm

Dear Mama, Ummi, Mum, Ibu, Bonda...

I have to share this with you... because i feel so happy and i feel that all my penat lelah paid off...

I started to make my Amna to solat 5 times a day when she was 7, on her 7th birthday...we had a talk...(check note lama) tapi preparation since 6 la...tapi dari kecik memang selalu ikut2 la kami solat....she hasnt missed her solat since. Walaupun lambat, tetap solat.

I made sure of that - because the key is SOLAT ni kalau tak tanam dari kecik memang LIAT nanti....But it is very

important to keep this in mind:-

1) kalau kita bagi dia tinggal WALAUPUN sekali nanti we are sending the wrong signal - kena make sure - every waktu without fail, walaupun penat, ataupun lambat

2) Selalu kalau boleh solat together..mula2 memang kena solat together....kalau tak ada rumah make sure an adult in the house pastikan anak kita solat. (hari tu Amna pergi her reading class, i asked her teacher to take her to the suarau) - lepas solat time tu lah peluk cium, senyum - i always kiss her at the head and say "Barakallahufiha" Ya Allah make my Amna a good Muslim Ya Allah....make her never miss her solat Ya Allah.....kuat2 bagi dia dengar....ps:- kalau kena amik cuti ambillah - bukan waktu exam je amik cuti - buatlah STEP ini, yakni melangkah ke alam 7 thaun dan tidak meninggalkan solat A BIG Thing! "mama amik cuti hari ni sebab nak pastikan yang adik solat 5 waktu sehari!"

3) Selalu cerita how IMPORATANT it is to solat..how Allah is watching us... how we are good Muslims when we solat, how Allah loves us, Solat tu, untuk kita, bukan untuk Allah.....TAPI selalu jugak cerita yang akan ada orang TAK solat...acknowledge the fact that sometimes we feel lazy to solat....itu semua kerja SETAN! Fight them off....! I tell Amna that even some grown ups tak solat! I tell Amna that....we have to be strong.. we have to tell ourselves we will

NEVER miss our solat.....

4) Awal2 subuh ni memang tak bangunkan, tapi as soon as dia bangun pagi, ill ask her to solat straight away.(yes memang leceh..but we have to, and we have to do it with LOVE diselang seli dgn strictness)

5) kalau dia tinggal - DENGAN sengaja, i take the rotan and hit her on her tapak tangan slowly, just as a reminder. After that i hug her and tell her i love her, and i just want her to remember - and guess what?? memang dia ingat!!! (3 kali baru, i think not bad, sampai satu hari dia terlambat solat, sebab keluar dan memang tak ingat, dia yang suruh rotan) But i tell her kalau TERLUPA atau TERTIDUR its ok...but kena solat terus bila bangun.

Macam ni ceritanya, i told Amna, kalau Ummi ambik Amna dari sekolah lambat, Amna solat dulu Asar kat sekolah....tadi memang datang lambat...i was loking for her..and guess what????

She was actually praying her Asar prayers...sorang je kat dalam surau tu....i wanted to pengsan and cry...she did all by herself.... i pun told her how happy and how proud i was of her...i tanya dia kenapa? dia kata "Amna ingat apa Ummi cakap".....cair nya hatiku ini.

Apa lagi, Ummi ni peluk cium dia....and called nenek at Australia...now im sharing with all of you!!! Because i want us to raise generation of good Muslims that are disciplined, smart, intelligent -that remembers Allah because the world so BADLY needs good QUALITY Muslims like this!!!

And the foundation is - to start them off right - solat at SEVEN! Yes just as how Rasulullah asked us!

I love you all!!! Good night.....

But the key to all this IS Mak Ayah KENA dan WAJIB solat dulu...anak ketam tak boleh diajar berjalan terus...fahamkan?

Nice story rite? =) comey2 jer anak Wardina nih.. Semoga anak2 kita semua mudah untuk lekat solat 5 waktu like beautiful Amna.. InsyaALLAH.. (macam la da kawin plk aku nih) heee..

Sa'ad dikahwinkan dengan Bidadari Syurga

ABBAS berkata: “Suatu hari, datang Sa’ad bin Assulami kepada Rasulullah dan berkata: “Ya Rasulullah, apakah akan terhalang seseorang itu masuk syurga disebabkan mukanya yang hitam dan hodoh?”

Lalu Rasulullah bersabda: “Tidak, demi Allah yang jiwa aku di tangannya selama kamu yakin kepada Tuhan kamu dan ajaran Rasul-Nya.”

Maka Sa’ad berkata: “Ya Rasulullah, demi Allah yang memuliakan kamu dengan kenabian. Saya mengucapkan kalimah syahadat kira-kira lapan bulan lalu dan saya datang ke sini untuk meminang orang yang ada di sini, tetapi semua mereka menolak kerana mengatakan saya ini hitam dan hodoh”.

Sa’ad berkata lagi: “Ya Rasulullah, sebenarnya saya adalah daripada keturunan yang baik iaitu suku Bani Sulaim, hodohnya saya adalah daripada keturunan ibu saya.”

Kemudian Rasulullah bertanya kepada yang hadir: “Adakah Amru bin Wahab yang baru masuk Islam daripada suku Tsaqief berada di sini?”

Maka yang hadir berkata: “Tidak ya Rasulullah.”

Lalu Rasulullah bertanya kepada Sa’ad: “Adakah kamu mengetahui di mana rumahnya?”

Sa’ad berkata: “Ya, saya tahu di mana rumahnya, ya Rasulullah.”

Rasulullah berkata: “Pergilah kamu ketuk rumahnya perlahan-lahan kemudian kamu beri salam kepadanya. Apabila dia mengizinkan kamu masuk, maka katakan kepadanya bahawa Rasulullah mengahwinkan aku dengan puterinya.”

Amru mempunyai seorang puteri yang cantik dan cerdik iaitu Atiqah.

Selepas Sa’ad tiba di rumah Amru, dia disambut dengan baik walaupun Amru tidak berapa senang dengan kedatangannya disebabkan mukanya yang hitam dan hodoh.

Amru semakin tidak senang apabila Sa’ad menyampaikan kata-kata Rasulullah. Dia menolaknya dengan cara kasar hingga menyebabkan Sa’ad keluar dan terus bertemu Rasulullah.

Selepas Sa’ad pergi, maka puterinya berkata: “Wahai ayah, carilah selamat sebelum turunnya wahyu membuka perbuatan kamu. Jika benar Rasulullah mengahwinkan aku dengan orang itu, maka aku terima dengan hati terbuka dan rela atas apa yang diredakan oleh Allah dan Rasul-Nya untukku.”

Maka pergilah Amru ke majlis Rasulullah dan dia ditegur oleh orang yang berada di situ: “Jadi kamulah orang yang menolak pinangan Rasulullah?”

Amru berkata: “Ya benar, tetapi aku minta ampun kepada Allah kerana aku sangka dia berdusta. Apabila aku dapati dia benar maka aku terima dia dan sedia mengahwinkan dia dengan puteriku. Kami berlindung jangan sampai Allah dan Rasul-Nya menjadi murka.”

Selepas itu, Sa’ad pun dikahwinkan dengan mahar sebanyak 400 dirham. Rasulullah memberitahu khabar itu kepadanya dan menyuruhnya pergi kepada isterinya.

Lalu Sa’ad berkata: “Ya Rasulullah, demi Allah yang mengutuskan kamu sebagai nabi, saya sesungguhnya tidak ada wang dan saya terpaksa minta daripada saudara saya.”

Rasulullah berkata: “Mahar untuk isteri kamu ditanggung oleh tiga orang daripada kaum mukminin. Pergilah kamu kepada Usman bin Affan dan kamu akan terima sebanyak 200 dirham. Kemudian kamu pergi kepada Abdurrahman bin Auf, kamu akan mendapat 200 dirham dan kamu pergi kepada Ali bin Abi Talib, juga sebanyak 200 dirham.”

Maka Sa’ad pun pergi ke rumah Usman dan menerima lebih daripada yang disebut Rasulullah, kemudian kepada Abdurrahman, dia menerima lebih daripada 200 dirham dan akhir sekali ke rumah Ali, juga menerima lebih 200 dirham.

Sebaik saja Sa’ad mendapat wang itu, dia pergi ke pasar untuk membeli buah tangan untuk isterinya, tetapi tiba-tiba dia mendengar suara yang mengatakan: “Hai kuda Allah, bergeraklah kamu!

Kemudian Sa’ad mendengar suara Rasulullah berkata: “Keluarlah kamu untuk berjihad! keluarlah untuk berjihad!”

Maka Sa’ad memandang ke langit sambil berdoa: “Ya Allah, Tuhan Pencipta langit dan bumi, Tuhan kepada Muhammad maka akan aku gunakan wang ini untuk membeli sesuatu yang lebih disukai Allah dan Rasul.”

Sa’ad menggunakan wang itu untuk membeli kuda, pedang, tombak dan perisai lalu dia menguatkan ikatan serban serta pinggangnya. Dia memakai topi yang cuma kelihatan dua biji mata saja lalu dia berdiri tegak di barisan depan Muhajirin hingga semua orang bertanya kepada Ali.

Maka Ali berkata: “Biarkan, mungkin dia dari Bahrain atau dari Syam dan mungkin dia datang untuk menanyakan agama sebab itu dia ingin mengorbankan diri untuk keselamatan kamu.”

Kemudian Sa’ad maju ke depan dengan menggunakan tombak dan pedangnya untuk memukul serta memenggal kepala orang kafir.

Sa’ad berjuang hingga kudanya sendiri tidak kuat lagi, maka dia pun turun daripada kudanya, dia menyinsing lengannya maka dilihat oleh Rasulullah lengannya yang hitam, lalu Rasulullah berkata: “Adakah kamu Sa’ad?”

Maka Sa’ad mengaku dan terus menghadapi musuh. Akhirnya beliau gugur sebagai syahid.

Sebaik saja Sa’ad gugur, Rasulullah segera mendapatkannya lalu mengangkat kepalanya dan diletakkan di atas pangkuan Baginda sambil mengusap tanah yang melekat di mukanya.

Baginda bersabda: “Alangkah harum bau kamu, alangkah kasihnya Allah dan Rasul kepada kamu.”

Rasulullah menangis dan kemudian tertawa, lalu Baginda memalingkan mukanya serta bersabda: “Kini dia sudah sampai di Haudh, demi Tuhan yang mempunyai Kaabah.”

Selepas Rasulullah berkata demikian maka Abu Lubabah bertanya: “Ya Rasulullah, apakah Haudh itu?”

Maka Rasulullah pun menerangkan: “Haudh itu ialah telaga yang diberikan Allah kepadaku dan lebarnya ialah di antara Shan’aa Yaman hingga Busra, di tepi telaga dihiasi permata dan mutiara, airnya lebih putih daripada susu dan rasanya lebih manis daripada madu, barang siapa yang minum sekali, maka dia tidak akan haus untuk selama-lamanya.”

Kemudian Rasulullah ditanya lagi: “Ya Rasulullah, mengapakah engkau menangis dan kemudian ketawa dan terus berpaling muka daripadanya?”

Lalu Rasulullah bersabda: “Aku menangis kerana rindu kepada Sa’ad dan aku tertawa kerana gembira melihat kemuliaan yang diberikan Allah kepadanya.

Aku berpaling daripadanya sebab aku melihat bakal isterinya yang terdiri daripada bidadari berebut-rebut untuk mendekatinya hingga terbuka betis mereka, maka aku pun memalingkan segera mukaku kerana malu.”

Kemudian Rasulullah pun menyuruh orang mengumpulkan pedang, tombak dan kuda Sa’ad untuk diserahkan kepada bakal isterinya yang sudah diakad nikah.

Selepas itu, Rasulullah memberitahu Amru (mentua Sa’ad), “Sesungguhnya Allah mengahwinkan Sa’ad dengan bidadari yang lebih cantik daripada puteri kamu

Sumber: http://goo.gl/pBYWU

~ How to Dance in the Rain ~

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.

He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would beover an hour before someone would be able to see him.

I saw him looking at his watch, and decided, since I was not busywith another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, gotthe needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had anotherdoctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing hometo eat breakfast with his wife.
I inquired as to her health; he told me that she had been there fora while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.

As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.

He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had notrecognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning,even though she doesn't know who you are'?
He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me, butI still know who she is'.
I had to hold back tears as he left; I had goose bumps on my arm,
and thought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life'.
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is anacceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,But how to dance in the rain.

~ Salty Coffee ~

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.. Suddenly he asked the waiter:

"Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby?

He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.

That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home.. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.

That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.

I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again". Her tears made the letter totally wet.

Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? It's sweet. She replied.