seeing those faces that i always know today, it feels like it has been such a long time since the last time i meet them.
sitting there again. opening up the notebook to jote down anything valuable for this soul of mine.
two notebooks were brought along. one has notes that i got way back from malaysia. as a reference since i'll be listening to a similar topic today.
the other notebook is a fresh one, for me to write anything new today.
the old notebook flipped.
it's a small book. cute one. i kept since i was in standard 6.
too many things were written there.
all the programs that i have been.
many murabbis that have poured their will and soul to open our eyes.
the spirit that this soul felt, elevated when her iman is far from the x- axis.
but why does the Me today has lost those precious feelings?
(at the Heart's door)
knock. knock.
O0h my. it's so hard.
i cant see anything inside.
please shove some light inside so that i can see.
the notebook was closed.
the silly looking handwriting inside it replenishes this heart of mine.
before today, i've learned many things.
that's what the notebook showed me.
it seems like i forgot.
but now i remember again.
Berapa banyak ilmu yang kita sudah pernah peroleh, tapi hanya sedikit yang menjadi fikrah.
Go back and check yourself again.
It will be a waste of many trees that will be cut for the sake of making a notebook, but unfortunately the thing inside the notebook has never been revised, or remembered by it's owner. What a great lost.
"Perumpamaan orang- orang yang diberi tugas membawa Taurat, kemudian mereka tidak membawakannya (tidak mengamalkannya) adalah seperti keldai yang membawa kitab- kitab yang sangat tebal (tetapi tidak memahaminya). Sangat buruk perumpamaan kaum yang mendustakan ayat- ayat Allah. Dan Allah tidak memberi petunjuk kepada orang yang zalim"Al-Jumu'ah: 05.
