am i growing up or am i growing old??

salam, all.

lets read this interesting story with an open heart, eye and mind. seriously keep me wonder. happy reading!

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?’

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!’ and she gave me a giant squeeze. 'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.

She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...'

'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went... She loved to dress up and she revealed in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery.

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humour every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'

She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose **.'

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.....

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

this story is taken from

http://badarsepintar.blogspot.com/

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REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.....

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

He did not promise that the way would be easy. but HE did promise He would be with you in every single step of your life.

so, grow up people. see things that happen as opportunity. n don't make reasons.

well, for today, i think i;m both growing old and growing up.

When My servants ask thee concerning Me, I am indeed close (to them): I listen to the prayer of every suppliant when he calleth on Me: let them also, with a will, listen to My call, and believe in Me: that they may walk in the right way. (2;186)

well, thanks everyone for the wishes and doa. i'm appreciate it. how lucky i'm to have u all in my life. especially my family. thanks mami, papa for being there where i'm in need. for loving me, and etc2. ouh, so speechless. uhuk2.

thanks friends, for everything.

the most important thing is, thanks Allah for giving me air to breathe, water to drink. n keep me alive until this moment, twenty years You have giving me a lot lot lot and LOT. alhamdulillah.

i love u all.

the hardest battle

the hardest battle is when you are against yourself. a versus through and through.

tidak semua yang kita suka baik untuk kita. dan tidak semua yang kita tak suka tidak baik untuk kita. sesungguhnya hanya Dia yang Maha Mengetahui.

kesenangan hidup duniawi boleh jadi tidak baik untuk diri ini.

your life, your choice

perginya tak kembali

salam. this is kinda a sad post. hurm...not kind of but IT IS A SAD POST.

kali pertama jumpa. first usrah tuk sem 3. dia sem 1. baru masuk.innocent.

mak cik bawak pergi kedai makan Tom Yam (klu tak silap ar. huhu)

first time jumper, friendly nyer budak ni. n banyak cakap.hehe.

tiap2 kali usrah. punye la senang budak ni masok ngn kitorg. da three seniors. huhuh

senang berkongsi.yg plng ingt time tajuk 10 muwasafat tarbiyah. subtopik first. minggu kami ib exam. lagk satu memori time sleepover kat umah mak cik.

time gi seminar belia kat masjid putrajaya. budak tuh jugak la yg bnyk tlng.

kenalkan kawan2 dia.

"ni adik lutfi. ni lak kawan sy kat sekolah dulu.... etc2"

satu ketika dulu

aku: kenal hilal asyraf la ek??

dia: kenal. senior kitorg dulu. hehhe

dan kami borak dan borak dan borak

time netball

seorang rakan, "adik kamu ni kabut tul"

aku menjawab," kabut2. shoot masuk gol jugak. heheh"

die maen gs. aku dah bersara. sekadar tgk dari tepi. pantau adek2 katekan. huhu.

budak tuh sibuk betul. almaklum pegang jwtn besar2. meeting sane sini.

banyak ilmu jugak.

kali TERAKHIR bersua.

aku minta dia dtg ke bilik ku slps paper chem ptg tuh.ader bende yg nk dibincangkan.

lps paper, dtg la si dia.

asl plan nk discuss sal rekrasi siswi yg mak cik rekemen kami pergi weekend tuh.

tp berubah lak jdk sesi luahan hati.

almaklum tgh exam. emosi pun tak stabil. hehe.

"truknyer jwb paper chem td"" argh, bnyknyer salah"" camner akak"

"math HL pun ssh""camner ngn placement" .. n bla bla bla

adei. koyak la jugak aku ni dngr. tp klu pk2 aku ni tgh ib exam kot. hang baru sem 2 exam.

maka bermulalah sesi aku bermotivasi kat budak ni. hehe (jadik kaunselor jap)

"jannah, anda baru di sem 2. nt adder lgk 2 sem. yg dah lepas, lepas la. look ahead. bler korang jdk year 2 nt.." (tak sangke anda tak sempat menjadi year 2.isk2)

lama selepas tuh, bukak pulak story laen.sal macam2 la.(maner leh cter kat sini. dier kater secret kami jer. huhuu) aku duduk je la dngr.

tak der paper pon besoknyer. paper stat luse.

so, leh jer spent mase.

dan aku tak sangke itulah kali terakhir aku jumper dier.

n last ayat dier

" akak klu ader saper2 yg nk jual meja study kecik tuh, bgtau sy ek, sy nak bli.senang nk blaja ade meja tuh"

aku jawab, "maner ader org nk jual. org nk bg trus ader la. nt akak bgtau"

END

SMLM

otw balik rumah dr ambik adik, aku dpt msg

"salam baru dapat berita. Jannah sani blok d meninggal dunia time maen go kart kat langkawi. sama2lah kita sedekahkan alfatihah dan yasin"

aku bc bnyk kali. biar betik.aku kol penghantar msg tuh tuk kepastian.

tp dier sendrk pun tak sure. adei.

nk dijadikan cerita aku bersusah pyh kol all da juniors yg aku ader number.

n las2 dpt no klassmate budak itu.

cerita disahkan. diorg kat balai polis buat report.

dan budak itu sudah kembali ke rahmatullah.

"kami maen go kart, tibe2 tudung dier tersangkut kat engine. tercekik. tak leh nafas. . bawk pegi hospital. pass away otw." terngiang2 lgk kater budak laki klassmate die. sblm bercerita sempat pula kami gaduh. " ni saper?" adei. lemah jer nk jawab. "senior jannah la.senior kolej. merangkap senior ko jugak"

hanya tuhan yang tahu betapa sedih nya hati ni.

hiba. sayu. air mata tak mampu ditahan.

mata tak dapat lelap.ssh gler nk tido. adei. thanks, friends for console me.

tak lama lepas tuh, abg pulak kol dari penang. bertanye ttg dia. oh, sedihnye.

seawal 5 pg, terima panggilan dr mak cik. sedihnya.cerita itu diulang. terdengar suara mak cik serak2. tahan sebak agaknye. mane taknya sedih. kami same2 merentasi onak dan duri kot selame setahun ni.

HARI INI.

pg ni. kak huda pula bertanya.

dikala aku masih dalam kesedihan. ku gagahkan jua drive ke pasir puteh.

penuhi hasrat si adik dan adik junior sekolah dulu tuk bgk sokongan diorg maen final basket.

di kala bersorak gembira kerana menang besar,

aku mendapat panggilan si kawan.

"nk pegi tgk arwah ni" aku diam tak terkata.hati berbelah bagi,

namun, ku gagahi jua tuk senyum buat guru2 yg lamer tak jumper. aduh.

lama kemudian dpt pula msg dr mmbr yg melawat.

"Alhamdulillah. i sempat ziarah kat spital. tp 1 min lambt. kwn dier ckp muka berseri, subhanallah i br lps anta jannah, diorg naik bot polis marin"

tak lama kemudian., abg pula hantr msg update

"salam. 10.30pg; jenazah dinaekkan ke bot polis marin di langkawi untuk ke kuala perlis. jangkamasa 1 jam. dari kuala perlis ke baling, rumah arwah 2 jam, insyaAllah kol 1.30 tengah hari arwah tiba di baling."

owh, hibanya hati ini. siapa sangka dia pergi dulu. siapa sangka itulah kali terakhir aku jumper dier. siapa sangker aku tak kan bertemu dngnyer lagk.

hanya tuhan yg tahu.hanya Dia yang MAha Mengetahui.

Katakanlah (wahai Muhammad): "Sebenarnya maut yang kamu melarikan diri daripadanya itu, tetaplah ia akan menemui kamu; kemudian kamu akan dikembalikan kepada Allah yang mengetahui segala yang ghaib dan yang nyata, lalu Dia memberitahu kepada kamu apa yang kamu telah lakukan (serta membalasnya) ". - Al-Jumu’ah (62) : 8

(gambar sekadar peringatan)

ya Allah, tempatkan arwah dikalangan orang2 yang beriman. dariNya kita datang. kepadaNya juga kita kembali.

ajal maut ditangan Allah azzawajalla.-lahuma.

perginya tak kembali-rabbani

p/s post kali ni agak personal dan emosional. namun, itulah yg berlaku.kita tak pernah tahu bila masa kita. cukupkah amalku?? mampukah aku menjawab soalan malaikat maut nanti?

ya Allah ya Rahman ya Rahim, kuatkanlah diriku ni.