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The 335th Day Of The Year

December has come again.
Today, is the 335th day of the year.
It has been almost a year since I went home for good.
My final flight from Auckland Airport to KLIA was on the 15h December 2008. How time flies.
There are sooooooooo many things have happened through out this one year.
A lot of things.
Culture shock, weather shock, new friends, friendship, relationship, kpli troublesome yet awesome life, last but not least, adapting life back with family, after so much ‘freedom life’..hehe..
Well, at least I cried less this year. I love that part.
Its not that I love to cry so much before, but cry is one of things that I could do to lease my sadness, anger, disappointment, homesick and all the negative feelings.
Less cry = less negative feeling.
So, that’s the feeling of being home. Alhamdulillah.

Some people asked me, do you miss New Zealand?
People who close to me, they will know how I am missing New Zealand terribly.
NZ has been home for me for about 4 years.
4 years did not sound long enough ey, but when I was in that duration of 4 years, it seemed long enough.
I managed to know a lot of people with different kind of attitude.
I managed to know who my friends are, and who are not.
I managed to go around all over NZ quite few times, with awesome people around me. I managed to come home every summer (I planned to work every summer, but I ended up spending my summer at home with my beloved ones).
I managed to do some part time work like counting cars, cleaner, student’s ambassador, babysitter and etc, which taught me that it was not that easy to get money!
Well, I don’t think I can list out of everything I had achieved when I was there. Most of all, I miss NZ and I hope I could go back there someday with my family and show places that have taught me more about meaning of life.

Sometimes I did not know what I want.
Sometimes I hurt people’s feeling.
Sometimes I am being too selfish.
Sometimes I say something bad about people.
Sometimes I think something bad about people.
Sometimes I even hate people.
Sometimes I want people to be good to me, yet I do not the same thing to them.
Sometimes I give less, and I expect more.
I am a bad person, am i? =(

I want to share few simple rules that we can do in our everyday life,
to make sure that we are living in this world in with one purpose of life,
that is MENCARI REDHA ALLAH.

The other day, one of my Uniten’s friends, put on his fb status that
most of people are forgetting the purpose of life.

Very true indeed.
Sometimes, we are too busy caring about our live here, and forgetting the Hereafter.
These are just halves of them, I will post the rest later.


1. Start off each day with 'adhkaar al-istiyqaadh' (waking up Supplications), thanking Allah for waking up in good shape.

2. Put Allah first in your life.

3. Broaden your horizons - learn 5 new verses from the Quran every day, travel to pray far in the mosque to brighten your day,take up a booklet having supplications and read them.

4. Pray Salaat Al-dhuhaa (after sunrise).

5. If someone says something mean ;to you, just shrug it off and dismiss it in a friendly, laidback manner, and pray that Allah shall forgive them.

6. When you get angry, remember Allah, and how short and worthless life is to waste in being Angry.

7. Remember that you can never have too many friends, but you can have few quality friends that help you fulfill the purpose of your creation (i.e. live for Allah).

8. When you're happy, try to share your happiness with others. Thank Allah for that, and pray its continuation.

9. When something bad or embarrassing happens to you, just think that it could always be worse, remember the reward of patience,and thank Allah that it's not worse than it is.

10. Do something extra of goodness once in a while, like feeding a poor person, or caressing an orphan's head.

11. Never stop believing that you can win Allah's love and thus work For it. Then you can win the love of Allah's slaves.

12. Spend some time thinking of Allah's amazing creation.

Till then. InsyaAllah

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