Biodata Nabi Muhammad SAW

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Pepatah Melayu ada mengatakan "Tak Kenal, Maka Tak Cinta". Demikianlah sikap kita terhadap Rasulullah SAW. Seseorang itu tidak akan menyambut kelahiran Rasulullah SAW jika tiada perasaan cinta terhadap baginda. Malahan sesetengahnya langsung tidak mempedulikan Rasulullah SAW, seolah-olah tiada apa-apa keistimewaan dengan kelahiran dan pengutusannya.

Menyedihkan lagi, sebahagian daripada umat Islam lebih mengingati kelahiran paderi ' St. Valentino ' daripada mengingati Rasulullah SAW, lebih mengingati biodata para artis daripada biodata Rasulullah SAW. Beginikah kecintaan kita kepada seorang kekasih dan utusan Allah SWT?

Justeru itu kita harus berasa bertanggungjawab untuk memaparkan biodata dan kronologi hidup Baginda SAW untuk tatapan dan ingatan kita bersama agar kita lebih mencintai kehidupan dan perjuangan Rasulullah SAW.

BIODATA RASULULLAH SAW· ...

Nama : Muhammad bin Abdullah bin Abdul Muttalib bin Hashim.·

Tarikh lahir : Subuh hari Isnin, 12 Rabiulawal bersamaan 20 April 571 Masehi (dikenali sebagai Tahun Gajah; sempena peristiwa tentera bergajah Abrahah yang menyerang kota Kaabah).·

Tempat lahir : Di rumah Abu Talib, Makkah Al-Mukarramah.·

Nama bapa : Abdullah bin Abdul Muttalib bin Hashim.·

Nama ibu : Aminah binti Wahab bin Abdul Manaf.·

Pengasuh pertama : Barakah Al-Habsyiyyah (digelar Ummu Aiman. Hamba perempuan bapa Rasulullah SAW).·

Ibu susu pertama : Thuwaibah (hamba perempuan Abu Lahab).·

Ibu susu kedua : Halimah binti Abu Zuaib As-Saadiah (lebih dikenali Halimah As-Saadiah. Suaminya bernama Abu Kabsyah).

USIA 5 TAHUN·

Peristiwa pembelahan dada Rasulullah SAW yang dilakukan oleh dua malaikat untuk mengeluarkan bahagian syaitan yang wujud di dalam hatinya.

USIA 6 TAHUN·

Ibunya Aminah binti Wahab ditimpa sakit dan meninggal dunia di Al-Abwa ' (sebuah kampung yang terletak di antara Makkah dan Madinah).· Baginda dipelihara oleh Ummu Aiman (hamba perempuan bapa Rasulullah SAW) dan dibiayai oleh datuknya Abdul Muttalib.

USIA 8 TAHUN·

Datuknya, Abdul Muttalib pula meninggal dunia.· Baginda dipelihara pula oleh bapa saudaranya, Abu Talib.

USIA 9 TAHUN (Setengah riwayat mengatakan pada usia 12 tahun).·

Bersama bapa saudaranya, Abu Talib bermusafir ke Syam atas urusan perniagaan..· Di kota Busra, negeri Syam, seorang pendita Nasrani bernama Bahira (Buhaira) telah bertemu ketua-ketua rombongan untuk menceritakan tentang pengutusan seorang nabi di kalangan bangsa Arab yang akan lahir pada masa itu.

USIA 20 TAHUN·

Terlibat dalam peperangan Fijar . Ibnu Hisyam di dalam kitab ' Sirah ' , jilid1, halaman 184-187 menyatakan pada ketika itu usia Muhammad SAW ialah 14 atau 15 tahun. Baginda menyertai peperangan itu beberapa hari dan berperanan mengumpulkan anak-anak panah sahaja.· Menyaksikan ' perjanjian Al-Fudhul ' ; perjanjian damai untuk memberi pertolongan kepada orang yang dizalimi di Makkah.

USIA 25 TAHUN·

Bermusafir kali kedua ke Syam atas urusan perniagaan barangan Khadijah binti Khuwailid Al-Asadiyah.· Perjalanan ke Syam ditemani oleh Maisarah; lelaki suruhan Khadijah. · Baginda SAW bersama-sama Abu Talib dan beberapa orang bapa saudaranya yang lain pergi berjumpa Amru bin Asad (bapa saudara Khadijah) untuk meminang Khadijah yang berusia 40 tahun ketika itu.· Mas kahwin baginda kepada Khadijah adalah sebanyak 500 dirham.

USIA 35 TAHUN·

Banjir besar melanda Makkah dan meruntuhkan dinding Kaabah.· Pembinaan semula Kaabah dilakukan oleh pembesar-pembesar dan penduduk Makkah.· Rasulullah SAW diberi kemuliaan untuk meletakkan ' Hajarul-Aswad ' ke tempat asal dan sekaligus meredakan pertelingkahan berhubung perletakan batu tersebut.

USIA 40 TAHUN·

Menerima wahyu di gua Hira ' sebagai perlantikan menjadi Nabi dan Rasul akhir zaman.

USIA 53 TAHUN·

Berhijrah ke Madinah Al-Munawwarah dengan ditemani oleh Saidina Abu Bakar Al-Siddiq.· Sampai ke Madinah pada tanggal 12 Rabiulawal/ 24 September 622M.

USIA 63 TAHUN·

Kewafatan Rasulullah SAW di Madinah Al-Munawwarah pada hari Isnin, 12 Rabiulawal tahun 11Hijrah/ 8 Jun 632 Masihi.

ISTERI-ISTERI RASULULLAH SAW

§ Khadijah Binti Khuwailid.

§ Saudah Binti Zam'ah.

§ Aisyah Binti Abu Bakar (anak Saidina Abu Bakar).

§ Hafsah binti ' Umar (anak Saidina ' Umar bin Al-Khattab).

§ Ummi Habibah Binti Abu Sufyan.

§ Hindun Binti Umaiyah (digelar Ummi Salamah).

§ Zainab Binti Jahsy.§ Maimunah Binti Harith.

§ Safiyah Binti Huyai bin Akhtab.

§ Zainab Binti Khuzaimah (digelar ' Ummu Al-Masakin ' ; Ibu Orang Miskin).

ANAK-ANAK RASULULLAH SAW

1. Qasim

2. Abdullah

3. Ibrahim

4. Zainab

5. Ruqaiyah

6. Ummi Kalthum

7. Fatimah Al-Zahra '

ANAK TIRI RASULULLAH SAW

Halah bin Hind bin Habbasy bin Zurarah al-Tamimi (anak kepada Saidatina Khadijah bersama Hind bin Habbasy. Ketika berkahwin dengan Rasulullah, Khadijah adalah seorang janda).

SAUDARA SESUSU RASULULLAH SAW

IBU SUSUAN/SAUDARA SUSUAN

1. Thuwaibah 1. Hamzah

2. Abu Salamah Abdullah bin Abdul Asad

SAUDARA SUSUAN

1. Halimah Al-Saidiyyah 1. Abu Sufyan bin Harith bin Abdul Mutallib

2. Abdullah bin Harith bin Abdul ' Uzza

3. Syaima ' binti Harith bin Abdul ' Uzza

4. ' Aisyah binti Harith bin abdul ' Uzza

BAPA DAN IBU SAUDARA RASULULLAH SAW(ANAK-ANAK KEPADA ABDUL MUTTALIB)

1. Al-Harith

2. Muqawwam

3. Zubair

4. Hamzah ***

5. Al-Abbas ***

6. Abu Talib7.

Abu Lahab (nama asalnya Abdul Uzza)

8. Abdul Ka ' bah

9. Hijl

10. Dhirar

11. Umaimah

12. Al-Bidha (Ummu Hakim)

13. Atiqah ##

14. Arwa ##

15. Umaimah

16. Barrah

17. Safiyah (ibu kepada Zubair Al-Awwam)

****** Sempat masuk Islam.

## Ulama berselisih pendapat tentang Islamnya.

Sabda Rasulullah SAW:

"Sesiapa yang menghidupkan sunnahku, maka sesungguhnya dia telah mencintai aku. Dan sesiapa yang mencintai aku nescaya dia bersama-samaku di dalam syurga." (Riwayat Al-Sajary daripada Anas )اللهم صلى على سيدنا محمد وعلى آله واصحبه وسلم

Nabi Muhammad SAW - Manusia agong

KENALI NABI MUHAMMAD S.A.W. SECARA LAHIRIAH.

Begitu indahnya sifat fizikal Baginda, sehinggakan seorang ulama Yahudi yang pada pertama kalinya bersua muka dengan Baginda lantas melafazkan keIslaman dan mengaku akan kebenaran apa yang disampaikan oleh Baginda.

Di antara kata-kata apresiasi para sahabat ialah:

- Aku belum pernah melihat lelaki yang sekacak Rasulullah saw..

- Aku melihat cahaya dari lidahnya.

- Seandainya kamu melihat Baginda, seolah-olah kamu melihat matahari terbit.

- Rasulullah jauh lebih cantik dari sinaran bulan.

- Rasulullah umpama matahari yang bersinar.

- Aku belum pernah melihat lelaki setampan Rasulullah.

- Apabila Rasulullah berasa gembira, wajahnya bercahaya spt bulan purnama.

- Kali pertama memandangnya sudah pasti akan terpesona.

- Wajahnya tidak bulat tetapi lebih cenderung kepada bulat.

- Wajahnya seperti bulan purnama.

- Dahi baginda luas, raut kening tebal, terpisah di tengahnya.

- Urat darah kelihatan di antara dua kening dan nampak semakin jelas semasa marah.

- Mata baginda hitam dengan bulu mata yang panjang.

- Garis-garis merah di bahagian putih mata, luas kelopaknya, kebiruan asli di bahagian sudut.

- Hidungnya agak mancung, bercahaya penuh misteri, kelihatan luas sekali pertama kali melihatnya.

- Mulut baginda sederhana luas dan cantik.

- Giginya kecil dan bercahaya, indah tersusun, renggang di bahagian depan.

- Apabila berkata-kata, cahaya kelihatan memancar dari giginya.

- Janggutnya penuh dan tebal menawan.

- Lehernya kecil dan panjang, terbentuk dengan cantik seperti arca.

- Warna lehernya putih seperti perak, sangat indah.

- Kepalanya besar tapi terlalu elok bentuknya.

- Rambutnya sedikit ikal.

- Rambutnya tebal kdg-kdg menyentuh pangkal telinga dan kdg-kdg mencecah bahu tapi disisir rapi.

- Rambutnya terbelah di tengah.

- Di tubuhnya tidak banyak rambut kecuali satu garisan rambut menganjur dari dada ke pusat.

- Dadanya bidang dan selaras dgn perut. Luas bidang antara kedua bahunya lebih drpd biasa.

- Seimbang antara kedua bahunya.

- Pergelangan tangannya lebar, lebar tapak tangannya, jarinya juga besar dan tersusun dgn cantik.

- Tapak tangannya bagaikan sutera yang lembut.

- Perut betisnya tidak lembut tetapi cantik.

- Kakinya berisi, tapak kakinya terlalu licin sehingga tidak melekat air.

- Terlalu sedikit daging di bahagian tumit kakinya.

- Warna kulitnya tidak putih spt kapur atau coklat tapi campuran coklat dan putih.

- Warna putihnya lebih banyak.

- Warna kulit baginda putih kemerah-merahan.

- Warna kulitnya putih tapi sihat.

- Kulitnya putih lagi bercahaya.

- Binaan badannya sempurna, tulang-temulangnya besar dan kukuh.

- Badannya tidak gemuk.

- Badannya tidak tinggi dan tidak pula rendah, kecil tapi berukuran sederhana lagi kacak.

- Perutnya tidak buncit.

- Badannya cenderung kepada tinggi, semasa berada di kalangan org ramai baginda kelihatan lebih tinggi drpd mereka.

KESIMPULANNYA :

Nabi Muhammad sa.w adalah manusia agung yang ideal dan sebaik-baik contoh sepanjang zaman. Baginda adalah semulia-mulia insan di dunia.

mudah- mudahan akan timbul kesedaran kita untuk mencintai Allah dan RasulNya, seperti Allah dan RasulNya mencintai kita kerana sesungguhnya selain daripada itu hanyalah fana belaka. Amin...

Usah gelisah apabila dibenci manusia kerana masih banyak yang menyayangimu di dunia, tapi gelisahlah apabila dibenci Allah kerana tiada lagi yang mengasihmu di akhirat kelak.

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Seorang anak saudara saya yang berusia 10 tahun mengemukakan soalan ini dan saya gagal menjawabnya.

Dia bertanya kenapa tandas rumah-rumah moden sekarang ini ditempatkan dalam bilik. Biasanya tandas ada dalam bilik utama selain di bahagian belakang (dapur). Katanya, ustaznya memberitahu setiap kali azan, syaitan akan terkentut-kentut dan cirit birit, melarikan diri ke dalam tandas.

Pendeknya syaitan suka duduk di tempat-tempat kotor seperti tandas. Tetapi kenapa rumah-rumah sekarang ini, tandasnya ada dalam bilik ?. Takkah itu bermakna kita membela syaitan dalam bilik, katanya membuatkan saya bingung. Betul juga cakap budak ini.

Orang sekarang makin teruk dan degil, mungkin salah satu sebabnya membela syaitan dalam bilik. Anak-anak degil, berkali-kali cakap atau panggil buat tidak tahu sahaja. Suami juga degil, cakap perkara sama berulangkali, buat sakit hati isteri. Isteri juga sama. Semua degil-degil.

Sebab dalam biliknya ada tandas. Punyanya malas orang kita, kalau nak ke bilik air, tak perlu jauh-jauh, di sebelah katilnya sudah ada bilik air. Nampaknya orang Islam nak ikut stail orang Barat.

Mereka nak jadikan rumah mereka macam hotel.. Dalam bilik hotel ada tandas, jadi orang Islam yang memb ina mahligai mereka pun mahu buat macam itu - ada jamban dalam bilik.

Orang dulu, kalau bina tandas, mereka cari tempat jauh-jauh dari rumah. 'Bank kecil' ini memang berasingan daripada rumah mereka.

Tetapi kini, orang bukan saja memb ina tandas dalam bilik, malah ada melengkapkan tandas mereka sebegitu hebat seolah-olah macam tempat tidur!

Moral of the story…. SENTIASA LAH TUTUP PINTU BILIK AIR ANDA… (dalam erti kata lain agar syaitan2 tu tak berkeliaran dalam bilik tidur anda)……. ¦. Itu adalah yang terbaik…

Mukjizat di sebalik BISMILLAH

BISMILLAH adalah sebutan/nama singkat dari lafaz "BISMILLAHIR ROHMAANIRROHIIM" yang bermaksud "Dengan nama ALLAH Ya ng Maha Pengasih lagi MahaPenyayang."

KELEBIHAN-KELEBIHAN BISMILLAH:-

1. Yang pertama ditulis Qalam adalah BISMILLAH. Maka apabila kamu menuliss esuatu, maka tulislah BISMILLAH pada awalnya kerana BISMILLAH tertulis pada setiap wahyu yang Allah turunkan kepada Jibrail.

2. "BISMILLAH untukmu dan umahmu, suruhlah mereka apabila memohon sesuatu dengan BISMILLAH. Aku tidak akan meninggalkannya sekejap mata pun sejak BISMILLAH diturunkan kepada Adam.." (Hadith Qudsi)

3. Tatkala BISMILLAH diturunkan ke dunia, maka semua awan berlari ke arah barat, angin terdiam, air laut bergelora, mendengarkan seluruh binatang dan terlempar semua syaitan.

4. Demi Allah dan keagunganNya, tidaklah BISMILLAH itu dibacakan pada orang sakit melainkan menjadi ubat untuknya dan tidaklah BISMILLAH dibacakan di atas sesuatu melainkan Allah beri berkat ke atasnya....

5. Barangsiapa yang ingin hidup bahagia dan mati syahid, maka bacalah BISMILLAH setiap kali memulakan sesuatu perkara yang baik.

6. Jumlah huruf dalam BISMILLAH ada 19 huruf dan malaikat penjaga neraka ada 19 ( <<http://qs.al/>QS.AL Muddatsir:30).Ibnu Mas'ud berkata:"Sesiapa yang ingin Allah selamatkan dari 19 malaikat neraka maka bacalah BISMILLAH 19 kali setiap hari."

7. Tiap huruf BISMILLAH ada JUNNAH (penjaga/khadam) hingga tiap huruf berkata, "Siapa yang membaca BISMILLAH maka kamilah kekuatannya dan kamilah kehebatannya."

8.. Barangsiapa yang memuliakan tulisan BISMILLAH nescaya Allah akan mengangkat namanya di syurga yang sangat tinggi dan diampunkan segala dosa kedua orang tuanya..

9. Barangsiapa yang membaca BISMILLAH maka akan bertasbihlah segala gunung kepadanya.

10. Barangsiapa yang membaca BISMILLAH sebanyak 21 kali ketika hendak tidur, maka akan terpelihara dari gangguan syaitan, kecurian dan kebakaran, maut mendadak dan bala.

11. Barangsiapa yang membaca BISMILLAH sebanyak 50 kali di hadapan orangyang zalim, hinalah dan masuk ketakutan dalam hati si zalim serta naiklah keberanian dan kehebatan kepada si pembaca.

Pendek ja statement ni..

Pendek ja statement ni..tapi banyak makna dlm diri kita.

* Bila ALLAH CEPAT makbulkan Doamu, Maka DIA Menyayangimu,
* Bila DIA LAMBAT makbulkan Doamu, Maka DIA Ingin
Mengujimu,
* Bila DIA TIDAK makbulkan Doamu, Maka Dia Merancang Sesuatu Yang lebih Baik
Untukmu.

Oleh itu, Sentiasalah Bersangka Baik Pada ALLAH Dalam Apa Jua Keadaan Pun... Kerana Kasih sayang ALLAH Itu Mendahului KemurkaanNya.

Ambillah sedikit masa dan anda sudah pasti memberi keceriaan kepada seseorang atau mungkin mengubah hidup mereka kepada yang lebih baik, InsyaALLAH.

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Grudge within husband & wife

This is for all the single, married, divorced, widowed individuals, who take life for granted. Please, read this story until the end, it is such an opener. You never Know.........!

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling. Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it." Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle. Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table. The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it. We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother. Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all. Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart. One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me,challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other. He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death. One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry...." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated. Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore. It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral." I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hitsme. Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion.... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..." From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there. Hubby has also written a letter for me: "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging... " Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face.... A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late."........ This is a true story. LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!! I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my eyes as I read through each line eager to know what would happen next. It truly showed the devastating power of grudges and anger! Simple humility and communication would have resolved most of the problems in that story, as well as patience.... This story has really touched my heart and life as a whole and it has stimulated a paradigm shift. Though it is very sad, it is also very refreshing to know that from today, I can consciously start to live a life free of grudge. People please let's live a life devoid of grudge.

Communication is key. Take greatest care and live on.

kasihnya ibu membawa ke syurga.......

Orang kata aku lahir dari perut mak..

(bukan org kata...memang betul)

Bila dahaga, yang susukan aku.....mak

Bila lapar, yang suapkan aku....mak

Bila keseorangan, yang sentiasa di sampingku.. ..mak

Kata mak, perkataan pertama yang aku sebut....Mak

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Bila nangis, orang pertama yang datang ....mak

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kalau balik ke kampung, yang selalu bekalkan ulam & lauk pauk.....mak

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Aku ada pasangan hidup sendiri....

Bila seronok, aku cari.......pasanganku

Bila sedih, aku cari......mak

Bila berjaya, aku ceritakan pada....pasanganku

Bila gagal, aku ceritakan pada....mak

Bila bahagia, aku peluk erat....pasanganku

Bila berduka, aku peluk erat....emakku

Bila nak bercuti, aku bawa....pasanganku

Bila sibuk, aku hantar anak ke rumah.....mak

Bila sambut valentine... Aku bagi hadiah pada pasanganku

Bila sambut hari ibu...aku cuma dapat ucapkan "Selamat Hari Ibu"

Selalu.. aku ingat pasanganku

Selalu.. mak ingat kat aku

Bila-bila... aku akan talipon pasanganku

Entah bila... aku nak talipon mak

Selalu....aku belikan hadiah untuk pasanganku

Entah bila... aku nak belikan hadiah untuk emak

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Berapa ramai yang sanggup menyuapkan ibunya....

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