Kisah Buhlul

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.

It has been a while since I updated this blog last time, so here it is.

I would like to share this story:

Dikisahkan bahawa Buhlul adalah merupakan seorang lelaki gila pada zaman al-Khalifah al-'Abbasi Harun ar-Rasyid.

Pada suatu hari, Harun ar-Rasyid lalu berdekatan dengannya. Ketika itu dia sedang duduk di sisi kubur.

Harun ar-Rasyid berkata kepadanya dalam keadaan menghina: "Wahai Buhlul, wahai si gila, bilalah kamu ni akan ada akal?

Buhlul pun memanjat sebatang pokok sehingga sampai ke tempat yang paling tinggi. Kemudian dia menyeru Harun dengan sekuat-kuat suaranya. Wahai Harun, wahai si gila, bilalah kamu ni akan ada akal?

Harun pun pergi ke bawah pokok tersebut sambil menunggang kudanya. Harun berkata kepada Buhlul:"Aku yang gila atau engkau yang yang berada di atas pokok? "

Buhlul berkata kepada Harun:
"Aku ada akal".

Harun bertanya: "Bagaimana kamu mengatakan kamu ada akal?"

Buhlul menjawab: "Aku ada akal dan tidak gila kerana aku tahu bahawa benda ni akan hilang (sambil dia menunjukkan ke arah istana Harun) dan benda ini akan kekal (sambil dia menunjukkan ke arah kubur).

Maka aku telah meng'imarahkan ini sebelum ini.

Manakala kamu pula sesungguhnya telah meng'imarahkan yang ini (dimaksudkan istana Harun) dan kamu telah merosakkan yang ini (dimaksudkan kubur).

Kamu benci untuk berpindah daripada tempat yang kamu makmurkan kepada tempat yang kamu rosakkan sedangkan kamu tahu bahawa kubur itulah tempat kamu kembali bahkan tidak mustahil lagi.

Buhlul pun berkata:"Katakanlah kepadaku siapakah di antara kita yang gila sebenarnya? "

Gementar hati Harun ar-Rasyid dan dia menangis sehingga basah janggutnya. Lalu dia berkata:"Demi Allah, sesungguhnya engkau benar."

Kemudian Harun berkata:"Tambahkanlah nasihat untukku ya Buhlul."

Buhlul berkata: "Cukuplah bagimu Kitab Allah maka berpegang teguhlah dengannya."

Harun berkata: "Adakah kamu ada sesuatu hajat, aku akan tunaikannya."

Buhlul berkata: "Ya, aku ada tiga hajat. Jika kamu menunaikannya, aku berterima kasih kepadamu."

Harun berkata:"Mintalah hajatmu itu."

Buhlul pun berkata: "Engkau tambahkan umurku."

Jawab Harun: "Aku tak mampu."

Buhlul berkata lagi: "Kamu selamatkan aku daripada Malaikat Maut."

Jawab Harun: "Aku tak mampu."

Buhlul berkata lagi: "Engkau masukkan aku ke dalam Syurga dan jauhkan aku daripada Neraka."

Jawab Harun: "Aku tak mampu."

Buhlul berkata: "Maka ketahuilah bahawa sesungguhnya engkau adalah 'mamluk' (yang dimiliki) dan engkau bukanlah 'malik' (yang memiliki).

Aku tiada apa-apa hajat di sisimu."

Sumber: كتاب عقلاء المجانين
Terjemahan: Abu 'Ammar Madani. 

The Value of TIME

We often take things for granted. Most frequently in a matter related to time. Always…we assumed that we would have an ample of time. At times, we choose to procrastinate things. Until one day, we realize that we have missed a lot of things. We realize that we could not turn back the time. We could never get the same opportunity again. And when that time comes, we realize…that we could never get back to live again.

Therefore, let us ponder upon this fact:

To realize the value of ONE YEAR,

Ask a student who failed a grade.

To realize the value of ONE MONTH,

Ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.

To realize the value of ONE WEEK,

Ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize the value of ONE DAY,

Ask the person who was born on February 29^th.

To realize the value of ONE HOUR,

Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realize the value of ONE MINUTE,

Ask the person who missed the train.

To realize the value of ONE SECOND,

Ask a person who just avoided an accident.

To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND,

Ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.

PS: You are never too late to start if you are still alive.

LETIH

Dalam rasa gagah tu, terbit rasa penat, nak menyerah pada Dia, mahu kasihan Dia.
Gagah mana pun, sebenarnya lemah di depan Dia.
We are nothing in front of Him.

Allah, have pity on me. I need you. Only you.....

October

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;

Tomorrow they may form and go.

O hushed October morning mild,

Begin the hours of this day slow.

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know.

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away.

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!

For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—

For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

 

 By Robert Frost

SCAR

I look at my scars that are upon my wrist and it takes me back to all the times that I have hit and missed

Not a day goes by where I don't regret it, while there are still those days I wish I could still just cut it

Upon those scars are the secrets I've hidden for years. All the pain and the hurt with all the weakness' I tried to get rid of.

What many don't know, I have now just revealed. I'm a self harmer who is just trying to quit.

My wrist isn't the only battle field that lays with the scars caused by me. You know that Phoenix, that's who I so desperately want to be. Burning the old just to become anew.  It's hiding more scars just to be like brand new.

The one thing I want everyone one to know, we don't cut or burn for attention, we self harm to feel the unknown.

All we want to do is feel.
Whether that be happiness, pain, punishment or regret, all we know is that it's better than pure numbness.

So please remember that everyone has their own battles.
Be nice to one another, you never know who's suffering in complete silence.

 By: Ariel Wagner  20 Sept 2014

Tinggal Jejak

Dia melangkah meninggalkan jejak

Ada awan mendung di belakang

Ada hujan di matanya

Ada ribut di hati…halilintar menyambar tangkai jantung

Di belakang cuma sunyi…sepi tak berbunyi

Separuh jalan ada suara

Entah apa nada

Memberi jaminan tanpa janji pasti

Tak mengiring perginya

Bahkan langkahnya diiring pesta

Sorak sekampung

Di depannya ada kabus

Tak pasti apa pemandangan

Mata dipejam

Hati pasrah

Harap belas kasih Allah