Class of 2013

In the name of God, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Days fly by,
Boys matures to men,
Education morphs to knowledge,
This week we celebrated two men walking the walk,
Shaking the hands of their educators,
Receiving an honor of knowledge.
Proud smiles of their parents in the audience,
Late nights and early mornings prayers answered,
That brings joy and warmth to their parents heart.


Congratulations to both my little brothers :) May Allah continue to bless you with all the knowledge in this World and in the HereAfter, as well as happiness.

A little note from the older sister ---

I was sitting in the audience, tears came to my eyes... And little did I realize that this day has come. I have watched and have grown with both of this boys. Both have gone through a lot and trust me, have matured a lot. Alhamdulilah. The smiles and laughter that filled both days was something I am never ever going to forget. The happiness in them, in my parents, in the crowd, and in me made me tear up. Yes, silly, I know... but what can I do? It's an older sister thing... Though at times, my love is a little tough, I guess it's part of being not only the eldest, but the older sister.

I pray that both of them will continue to always remember Allah, who without His help, this day would have never come, and Ibu and Ayah, who without their prayers and love, this day would not have been filled with happiness.

I love you both forever and ever. Now go and rock the world like you know how to!



A gift of the mind

In the name of God, most Forgiving, most Merciful.

My friend posted this on her Facebook note and when I read it, I got this weird feeling inside my stomach filled butterflies. Just read it...

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An old Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Qur'an. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.
One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa, I try to read the Qur'an just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book.What good does reading the Qur'an do?" The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water." The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house.
The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.
The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.
At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.
Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!"
"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket." The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.
"Son, that's what happens when you read the Qur'an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out.