Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Nota Tarbiyyah dari OPKIM Kuala Kedah

O mankind, indeed We have created you from male and female and made you peoples and tribes that you may know one another. Indeed, the most noble of you in the sight of Allah is the most righteous of you. Indeed, Allah is Knowing and Acquainted.

(al-Hujurat , 13)

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. It has been so so long since my last post ^_^ . Life has been so unexpected i thought. By the way, just finished with OPKIM in Kuala Kedah and thought to share some memories that i got there. In the moment I wrote this, my friends and I stilll can't 'move on'. Still thinking about our memories there and i suppose this will end in few days more. Ok, here goes my writing on Nota Tarbiyyah dari OPKIM Kuala Kedah.


Friday, 13th March 2015

One day before OPKIM, we were still 'battling' in exam hall for our mid sem exam. Thus, the whole week were spent mostly on our preparation for that exam. Thus, when one of my seniors told that she missed her OPKIM,  i was 'oh yeah?! Why? Is it so fun? but i don't feel like going.

After exam, we proceed with our choir's practice for performance during OPKIM. Initially, we planned to do Boria but it happened to be that we got lots of challenges that at last minute we changed it to choir. Well, as we grow older, we must learn that things are not going to be as we always want it to be. Most of the time we must expect the unexpected. Life is full of mysteries and we will not always get what we want. OPKIM teached me a lot about this lesson. However it doesn't mean that we shouldn't plan.

At 11 pm , we departed to SK Seberang Nyonya, Kedah for a ceremony to handle us to our foster families. I remebered when we were told that we were going to stay with foster families, we were so offended but not until we got to know them. Me and three of my friends were adopted by mama and abah which are very kind. Mama from the first time we met already acknowledged us as her daughters and asked us to call her 'mama'.

Saturday, 14th March 2015

Home visit

We were divided into three big groups. One to Anak Bukit, one to Pengkalan Kundor and one to Kubang Rotan. I was in Penglan Kundor. So, our first activity was home visit. Some of the houses that belong to the villagers that are sick were chosen to be visited by us. The home visits were intended to teach us on how to communicate better with the communities. Before we began our visit Dr SZ briefed us on how the visit should be conducted.

We were divided into two groups, one group with Dr ZA and another group with Dr SZ and Dr A. And i was with Dr ZA. Since the tranportations were not enough some of us (including me) needed to ride with Dr ZA.The journey only took few minute. Once we arrived there, Dr ZA was the one that talk a lot with the house owner while we were just watching on what he was doing. So after few minutes spending there, we moved to next house. and again we needed to ride with Dr ZA. Thus, this conversation happened between us.

Dr           ::korang takut ea tengok patient tadi. senyap je kat rumah tadi.
Student 1: tak lah. kitorang tak tahu nak tanya apa.
Dr          :  korang tak yah tipu la. saya pun pernah jadi student macm korang
Student 2: Kitorang takut tertanya soalan yang tak sepatutnya,
Dr          : You know what are the tips so that you tak tersalah tanya soalan?! You must care enough to the                   patient. (ada) beza orang yang tanya saja2 dengan orang yang tanya sebab memang dia nak tahu.

I can't remember what were the next conversation. At the second house, we were the one that came into the house first. It took some time before Dr came in. Probably Dr wanted to give us chances to start the conversation with the house owner. Thus, many of us tried to have small talks with the house owner but i would say we still need a lot of practices. Heh. When the doctor was in the house, he will triggered us from the back with questions.

Back from the second which was also the last house, we were requested to distribute pamplet on our activities for the next day from house to house by walking until we reacehed our centre at Pak Leh's house. So, Dr ZA send us half way. On the short journey, one of my friends asked Dr ZA one question that I thought worth sharing.

A:  Dr saya nak tanya, Dr pernah tak tersalah tanya soalan?
Dr: mestilah pernah, Dr tak lahir-lahir terus jadi Dr. Dr pun pernah buiat silap.Do not afraid to make mistakes. Semua Dr pernah buat silap

The journey was so short, that in the blink of eyes we arrived at our destination. I hope the journey was longer that we can have longer conversation. Sobs. Sobs.

Majlis bacaan Yaasin

That evening we were invited to attend a feast that was organized by one of the villagers. We were tortured with lots of food. T_T

Majlis perasmian pembukaan

Done with that feast, we needed to attend opening ceremony that was inaugurated by Dato' Dr. Norhizan bin Ismail, Pengarah Kesihatan Negeri Kedah. That night we needed to perform the choir while males students performed choral speaking which our deputy dean described as "interesting performance from the boys and superb performance from the girls".


After that mama and abah brought us strolling around Alor Setar. We were brought to Istana Anak Bukit, Masjid Zahir and Padang Court. On the way back home, we were already fallen asleep that on the next day mama and abah said that they were talking alone. ^_^

15th March 2015


The next day we started our morning by waliking 10 000 steps around Kampung Kebun Pinang which is one of the Komuniti Sihat Perkasa Negara (KOSPEN) programme.

Medical Check-up

Not sure what had happened that we were unable to conduct the medical check-up on that day but it's ok, OPKIM is not only about medical check up by the way. While medical check-up was being conducted, suddenly a van which belong to JPAM sent a pak cik with blood on his head. Initially we were panick, luckily there were doctors and nurses around.

Done giving treatment to the unlucky pak cik, Dr SZ kindly teached us what is in the first aid kit. It all started because we were unable to lend him the kit when he asked for it in addition that we didn't know how to give first aid. I felt very bad actually especially  after knowing that giving first aid is citizen's responsibilities. It is a shame that a medical student don't how to perform it. Sigh. Besides, Dr SZ also gave us some tips on how to be confident. However our 'usrah' was interrupted by an announcement to call for lucky draws.

Next, we proceeded with what we were doing before and I was sitting at blood pressure counter that suddenly Dr. ZA came to us and asked me to check his blood pressure.

Dr :  Check blood pressure sy.  Check saya jangan sampai saya sakit.

Dush, adrenaline suddenly rushed into my blood stream. Huhu. But I just do it as calm as possible.  >_<

Suddenly, Dr SZ came to us asking Dr ZA to give speech on how to handle stress to the community. Then, Dr SZ replaced Dr ZA's seat before my friend began to ask him to continue what he was going said before our 'usrah' was interrupted before. Alhamdulillah he was not reluctant to share with us. However it attracted others to join us that the crowd became bigger and we needed to move to another place. After Dr. ZA finished his talk, he joined us too that we need to move to another place. It was like we were having usrah. These are some tips that I remembered from that usrah.

1. Tips on to ask ackward questions
-care enough to the patient
-be interested ( do differentiate between interested and interrogated)

2. Do not be perfectionist
-jangan buat kerja Tuhan
-jangan takut buat salah. our job is to the best, and let Allah decide our destiny.

3.Confident is all about how you project yourself
-learn how to cheat yourself

4. In any situation, DO NOT PANIC!

In conclusion. that usrah were so inspiring to me.

Khidmat kepada masjid

After having some rest and lunch, we went to the nearest masjid to giive some services to the masjid. However not much we can do there beside cleaning the fan, floor and toilets.

Tea break with abah

That evening we were able to spend some time at mama and abah's house. Abah talk to us a lot about the village and his experience being a principal. One of the stories that I thought worth sharing is on how he solved the attendance problem in his school. He organized lucky draw contest so that only student with 100% attendance for that particular month will be nominated to the lucky draw and it worked. Even the excellence percentage also incresed.

Sunset and Gunung Jerai

After that we were brought to watch sunset and Gunung Jerai behind the house. Subhanallah it was so beautiful just like in Nur Kasih's drama only that the paddy field was not green.

BBQ, Motivation, Drawing and Sifira

Our last activity was to conduct some motivation session along with bbq, drawing and sifira.

16th March 2015

5 stars

Last day in Kedah, we felt sad to leave. Too much sweet memories there. Mama and abah had accepted us into their family. They treat us like their own children. We owed them very much.

'Anak tunggal'
10.45 am, the buses departed to KL. Some of us including me chose not to go back to KL but to go to our hometown straight away from Kedah including me. Thus, I was leaved alone in the family. Mama and abah brought me to stroll around Kuala Kedah and find some good food. I was brought to a food stall named Ikan Temenung Panas. The food was delicious and cheap.

Menumpang kasih

After that, I requsted from abah and mama to stay at Pak Leh's house with my other friends so that we can go together to the bus station.I actually did not want to trouble abah and mama. During my stay at Pak Leh's house we had some time to chit chat with Pak Leh and his wife. I did asked Pak Leh, if we came again what would he expected from us to do. Pak Leh said that, he hoped that we can give more awareneness the the communtiy about health and unity. Abah and Pak Leh definitely make me feel that our OPKIM is not enough to help the communtiy there.

Before my friend and I were sent to the bus station we were brought to Pekan Rabu and Padang Court. Pak Leh and his wife did bought us food for us to bring home.


In a nut shell, OPKIM had gave me infinity memorable memories. Even we were the one that supposed to gave 'khidmat masyarakat' but for me the communty has became great teachers to us. Alhamdulillah 'ala kulli hal.

Salam Kedah Serata-rata

*tried my best to quote the original conversation. sorry for any defect.

Sunday, 22 December 2013

Identity Crisis

it's study week.
and i get some precious time to write something here. just to share something.

Recently attended a talk given by Dr. Aziz Marwan, entitled Borderline, Moderate, Excellent; Which one are you? It seems to be an easy question to answer but no. It's not that easy.

Every single person on Earth wants to be an excellent person. However, how would we define success?

Three aspects;
I want to be a good medical student
I want to be a good daughter
I want to be a good Muslimah

Yet, how would I define a good medical student, a good daughter or a good muslimah?

My definition on all the three, might be different from others. One might define a good medical student is a hardworking student. Thus, he or she will stay all day at the library and read books. Others, might define a good medical student is a student with complete sets of her own notes and he/she will works on it. Thus, it is back on how we define a good medical student.

Just remember that, Success is not a destination, it's a journey!

Well, Dr. managed to transmit 'identity crisis syndrome' to me I think.
Am I good medical student?
Am I good daughter?
Am I good muslimah?

Let's redefine!

Monday, 8 July 2013


starting new post with Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. =)
first of all, Assalamualaikum everyone! Sorry for not updating my blog so long. previously, blogging wasn't in my priorities and it was not really because i didn't have time.  =(. i was just being lazy. by the way,  i'm going to break my rules and write in Malay in this post.

Sahabat, aku menulis kejadian hari itu bukan untuk mengaibkan sesiapa. Percayalah. Aku cuma ingin berkongsi rasa dengan orang lain. Tak semua faham apa yang aku rasakan malam itu. Tak semua memahami air mata itu. Semua orang bebas menafsir, meneka apa ertinya tangisan itu. Tapi mungkin cuma aku yang memahami tangisan aku sendiri.

Malam itu menjadi saksi. Ukhwah kita belum mantap. Rapuh. Jauh lagi nak sampai tahap Rasulullah dengan Saidina Abu Bakar. Rasulullah dengan Saidina Ali. Harits bin Hisyam, Ikrimah bin Abu Jahl, Iyash bin Abi Rabiah dalam Perang Yarmouk.Pertaruhkan nyawa untuk sahabat.

"Ingatkan diorang mudah mengalah..."
Bagai direntap hati ini, saat mendengar kata-kata itu. Air mata yang cuba diseka tak dapat lagi ditahan. Umpama mengantuk disorongkan bantal. Begitulah juga aku. Umpama sebak disorongkan bahu. Mencurah-curah air mata yang turun. Sampai basah tudung labuh sahabat tu. Maaf. Ramai yang tercengang. Perlu ke menangis? I'm sorry. Emosi tak stabil kut malam tu.

Perebutan rumah. Perebutan ahli rumah. Skrip sama barangkali. Cerita sama diulang-ulang setiap tahun mungkin. Cuma pelakonnya yang berbeza. 

Semua ada keinginan masing-masing. Semua ada sebab tersendiri mengapa nak sangat rumah itu. Kadang-kadang rasa tersepit. Pertahankan hak yang diperoleh dengan adil atau korbankan perasaan sendiri dan lepaskan rumah tu. Mungkin sebab dah biasa beralah, memang kalau keputusan itu hanya aku sahaja yang putuskan, aku lepaskan sahaja rumah tu. Tapi bakal teman-teman serumah aku, nak juga pertahankan rumah itu. Ditambah aku sendiri juga pernah berasa cemburu dengan rumah yang cantik itu. Pernah berimpian nak duduk kat rumah tu. 

Maka, aku tidak bersuara melepaskan rumah tu. Walau hati menjerit "bagi je la" namun aku lemah untuk itsar dengan sahabat-sahabat. Rumah je pun. Takkan tak boleh nak korbankan. Rasa lemah sangat iman. Rasa tak berguna. Rasa useless sangat. Rasa macam Allah juga tak redha. Kalau Rasullah berada dalam situasi ini, apa agaknya Rasulullah buat? Perang monolog ini yang membuat hati aku sebak, lalu gugurlah air mata itu. Eceh.

Aku cuba berprasangka baik dengan bakal teman serumah aku yang mempertahankan rumah itu. Walau pun mereka mengatakan mereka nak rumah yang mengadap KLCC, tapi aku percaya tidak semurah itu alasan mereka. Percaya mereka punya alasan tersendiri. Esoknya, aku kuatkan diri, bertanya dengan mereka. 

Betul. Mereka punya alasan. Sesuatu yang kalau aku tidak bertanya mungkin aku tidak tahu. Betul kata salah seorang sahabat. Never assume, Ask! Aku tidak berada di situasi mereka. Maka aku tidak mengerti. Rupanya malam itu, mereka juga menangis. Cuma mereka lebih tabah dari aku. Mereka punya misi yang mulia aku kira. Misi dakwah. Sesuatu yang aku tak terfikir untuk lakukan. Aku percaya dengan mereka. Aku yakin dengan mereka. Aku cuba berjalan dengan memakai kasut mereka. Cuba melihat kehidupan dari tingkap mereka. 

Tapi aku lebih selesa memakai kasut sendiri. Aku juga akan mempertahankan rumah itu seandai aku  berfikiran sama dengan kalian malam itu, hanya jika aku tidak punya kepentingan peribadi. Terasa malu dengan Allah.

Itsar itu susah. Itsar itu kita yang kena buat bukan mengharapkan sahabat kita yang buat. Itsar tak perlu berharap dibalas. 

Kalau belum mampu itsar, sekurang-kurangnya bersangka baiklah dengan sahabat. Janganlah dikeluarkan perkataan yang tidak baik. Bukankah mata pena lebih tajam dari pisau? Sekali pun hanya menggunakan instagram, Facebook mahu pun Twitter. 

Kita tak selalu dapat apa yang kita nak, tapi Allah tahu apa yang terbaik untuk kita. Jom tadabbur al-baqarah, 216. 
"Diwajibkan atas kamu berperang, padahal itu tidak menyenangkan bagimu. Tetapi boleh jadi kamu tidak menyenangi sesuatu, padahal itu baik bagimu, dan boleh jadi kamu menyukai sesuatu, padahal itu tidak baik bagimu. Allah mengetahui sedang kamu tidak mengetahui. "
Saat ini ukhwah kita diuji sedar tak sedar. Antara serendah-rendah ukhwah (bersangka baik), dan setinggi-tinggi ukhwah (isar).

Ni yang aku postkan kat group sebelum peristiwa malam bersejarah itu. Betul. Kita akan diuji dengan apa yang kita cakap. T_T.

Tapi sungguh, drama "Rumah" ini membuka banyak hikmah. Lebih2 lagi bagi yang kononnya sangat 'islamik' ni, janganlah terlalu mudah melabel kawan2 dengan mengatakan contohnya, "aku tak nak duduk satu rumah ngan dia tu, dia tu suka buat benda lagha" atau "dia tu tak suka solat berjemaah" atau "dia tu makan banyak" (ayat2 rekaan semata-mata). Jangan. Jangan. Jangan.

Seriously, ini adalah peringatan untuk diri sendiri. Tahun depan mungkin ada season 2. Tahun depan lagi satu mungkin ada sekuel tajuk "Group Posting". Konflik sama. Cerita cliche. Akan ada yang nangis. Akan ada yang kena beralah. Akan ada yang tegas. But, in the end i believe all these will strengthen our ukhwah by time. InsyaAllah. =) sengih.

Post tertangguh. Selamat beribadah di bulan Ramadhan!

Sunday, 9 June 2013


It has been so long since my last post. Too long actually. It’s study week. And everyone is so busy studying. But I don’t know why, the enthusiasm to write suddenly rushed into me. Well, I’ll consider this as an exercise for my English paper. I just want to share some stories.

Story 1

Yesterday (it was Saturday) , I went to campus to accompany my friend to find her purse that was missed placed. Then, we just stayed back to do some revision. It was just two of us and other seniors of us from 4th year and dental students.
So before we went back, we decided to perform Zohor prayer. It was just two of us in the surau.  Oh, I forgot to tell that, the seniors of us had their Hadiths class on that day. So, after they had finished their class, they went to surau to perform their prayers too. My friend and I had already performed our prayers when they came to surau.
Our surau are provided with flip-flops for ambulation. So there were pairs of flip-flops scattered in front of the door plus our ‘trendy’ flip-flops. (we share the same entrance to the surau and my friend and I had the same type of flips). So a conversion happened between the seniors in a loud voice,

Senior 1: lipar ni letok sini jugok ko?
Senior 2: ko ado tino sini?
Senior 3: tino paka lipar gini?! Buruk gilo. Lipar aku come lagi.

Did you understand? Let me translate it,
Senior 1: are these slippers are put here too ?(referring to ours)
Senior 2: or there is any girl here? (suspecting that flips belong to girls who are praying behind the curtain. He can’t see us.)
Senior 3: girl wearing such slippers? It is extremely ugly. Mine is cuter.

I was like, ‘what? How dare you insult my foot wear (I don’t know what kind it is actually)’. But guys, you must understand, for us, girls, we like those kind of flips because it is comfortable. Anyway, he made me smile all day actually. Just if he sees my friend and I wearing those foot wear in campus. And I don’t think that guy will read my blog my by the way. Haha..

the gorgeous flip. please don't say that you agree with my seniors!

Story 2

Last few days, my friends and I rented a taxi. What caught our attention was the driver himself. He was a doctor. A phd holder in chemistry from overseas.

 So, at the beginning, from the way he speak, I had already suspected he was not an ordinary person. Suddenly he lend me his business card, stated on that card a title doctor in front of his name, followed by ‘phd, chemistry’. He told us that he has insomnia since he was 13. The longest period he can awake is four days. He said that, maybe this is why he can study until phd for nine years with scholarship.

He has his own company, where he works during day hour while  at night, he will drive taxi that was belong to his late father. I think he is a workaholic.

Story 3

This story is not really a story that really recently happened. It is just a continuous story that reappears. During, our matriculation level there is a guy, who told us that the girls were practicing assabiyah (a term used for people who like to be in their own group only without wanting to mingle with others). Maybe he was referring to our seats in the lecture hall.

I know he has good intention that, he wants us to mingle with others so that the one which is more pious can spread the da’wah to others. But there is something that boys don’t understand about girls. Something that even sometimes I also don’t understand. Scientists believe that the blame should be given to the fluctuation in the hormone. XD.

I believe that girls are made to be attached to person that they trust and comfortable with. That’s why we can see that, they are more attaching to their family and even more loyal to their partner. It’s a bless actually.

But still, he got point, we must not attach ourselves to anything. We should just attach to Allah. Read the first chapter of ‘Reclaim Your Heart’ by Yasmin Mogahed. Being attach to people who are temporary will always break our heart. That's why we need to be just attach to Allah who is eternal. Thus, we must dare to change, if that will bring goodness for Islam.

Ibrah (lessons)

Well, I don’t know whether my writing will made any sense on you, readers or not, but for myself I think, sometimes man are just form Mars, and woman from Venus. There are always many things that we are not agree to each other. The key for us to live in harmony is to understand each other.( I’m referring to story 1 and 3) Ok?!

And never underestimate people even he is taxi driver. 

 I know my english has deteriorated lately.  =(
Btw, please pray for my success!

Friday, 3 August 2012

two drops and two marks

15 Ramadan 1433


 my mind took too long to generate any idea to post anything in this blog. and always sitting in front of the lappy blogwalking and facebooking. trying to induce my mind to think. so, i just wanna share a hadith told by an imam last night during the teraweeh prayer.
'There is nothing more beloved to Allah than two drops and two marks: A tear shed due to fear of Allah, and a drop of blood spilled in the path of Allah. And as for the two marks, then a mark caused in the path of Allah, and a mark caused by fulfilling one of the duties made obligatory by Allah..
Hasan - collected by at-Tirmidhi and al-Mishkat (3837).


shedding tears is not a sissy thing to do. our noble Prophet, Muhammad s.a.w , who is the best of all creation, would weep as would all his Sahaabah. Tears are a genuine expression of fear of Allah's Punishment and our sincere love and awe of Him, The Almighty. But how often do we remember Allah in seclusion and are moved to tears? how often we count the blessing? have we ever feel shame of asking again, again and again from Allah, that when we raise our hands we can just cry ? How much do we laugh and how little do we weep?

our brothers in sisters in other Islamic country (Syria, Myanmar, Palestine, Somalia etc)
are suffering right now
they are all the time in fear
when we in Malaysia concern about when to stop eating? on Imsak or before adzan Suboh?
there, they doubt either their fast are accepted without suhoor and iftar?
again count the blessing dear!

think about it dear brothers and sisters!
we still have 14 nights before Ramadan leave us
let's wake up and send them dua'a
let's appreciate every second in this Ramadan
let's be stronger and tougher this Ramadan
take the opportunity to wake up early for suhoor
and make at least two rakaah of prayer
especially for those who are currently on holiday
we might never have this leisure time again for the next few years or maybe for the rest of our life :(

let's muhasabah

souce of information:

SHAYKH CRIES FROM QUESTION + SOMALIA + BURMA (fasting/siyaam) (Ramdan 2012, no suhoor or
"Sheikh Abdulaziz Fawzan crying" (this is in arabic which i also didn't understand)
Jangan Bazir Ramadan

please visit the links for enlightenment of the hadith and other issue about Ramadan!
till next time

post ini sangat melempang diri sendiri n smga anda yg membacanya akan terkena lempangan ini jga... :)

Sunday, 15 July 2012

i'm simply stupid


the day i came back from a shopping mall, one question suddenly crossed my mind. can i say i'm not clever?  "aku dah usaha dan nie je yg aku mampu" oh, please! if we really had tried our best, then it's ok. but what if we didn't? how can we be very sure that we really had done our best?

we always complain about our life. sometimes we complain we have so many assignments but weirdly have enough time to watch Korean dramas. sometimes we complain we don't understand the lectures but not willingly to study on our own. sometimes we complain we have bad memories but we frequently eat junk foods. sometimes we complain we feel so far from Allah but we don't make efforts to approach Allah by increasing our ibadah. and so many more.

so, in that case, can we just redha and simply blame on takdir (read: fate)? NO! we must try our best in everything we do.  indeed i believe we actually commit sins by not trying our best. many people say after they got bad results in their exam that it's just Allah wants to test them. yes! it's true. but is Allah just testing us for nothing? no, to increase our level of taqwa. however we shouldn't repeat the same mistakes. "today is better than yesterday" should be our tagline. improvement is a must,  
“Truly, God does not change the condition of a people until they change what is in 

themselves.” (Quran 13:11) 

"menguasai bukan sekadar mengetahui" this is actually the gist of this post. we should try anything that will help us in achieving what we want. anything as long as it is permitted by Allah. learn from the best. this is a solution to bring Islam to the top again. most of us nowadays just knowing but not mastering in what we learn. that's the problem on why we still cannot repeat the Islam's golden age. i recalled back a talk given by  PROF Madya Dr Harlina Halizah Siraj  , that she said we should make our result as a benchmark to evaluate our relationship with Allah. and i think it is not wrong. especially to those who hold the title of dai'e. stop being a fitnah to Islam. don't make our works in spreading Allah's love as the reason for our failure. indeed we should be an example for our mad'u.

above all, when something had happened it is what Allah had planed for us. but before that we must try our best...


Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Tazkiyatun Nafsi


last two weeks, to be exact on 21st and 22nd of June 2012, i took part in Tazkiyatun Nafsi Camp at my former school as a facilitator. one day before that my ustazah called, asking me to come to school for an emergency meeting. i was very shocked because i supposed to go to school on 21st in the morning. :) . after stuffing my bag with clothes, towel and etc , i went to school after maghrib; not to disappoint the ustazah. but that night was a meeting with the form four school prefects only. to my surprise,,, this is not an usual camp. huhuhu... there was no handout at all and we were supposed to plan activities for the LDK (latihan dalam kumpulan) . even i was a naqibah tak bertauliah   when i was in that school, i don't really know on how to handle a program . we were like plunge midwives (don't really know the exact words -_- ; read: bidan terjun)  Fuh!!! (sambil lap peluh

i learned that this camp was for the 'selected' ones. that made me thought a lot on how to win their hearts. btw, be clarified that it was not a Juvenile Camp. it was a camp for those who want to purify their hearts. who want to be a better person. which soon i learned that they are not what like others think. they just wanted to be a bit naughty. they wanted to make the class more happening. they wanted to stay with their friends. enjoy their life. they wanted to discover the world. and they also have high curiosity. to try this and that. so don't be so judgemental!

fyi, this camp was in collaboration with Masjid Telipot which i thought was a brilliant idea. to 'imarah'kan masjid. don't you think it was a good idea? why not... i could see that the jemaah were really excited to receive us. that night we were served with laksa and some side delicacies. because nowadays teenagers are not really 'friendly' to the masjid. so, we marched to Masjid Telipot twice, in the evening of 21st June and in the morning after qiamullail on 22nd June. it was like calling the villagers to join us. because we were wearing telekong while marching, some asked "nak gi mana dik?" (read: where are you going, sis?)

so, because of lack of experiences and other technical problem the first LDK was cancelled and the second LDK was changed to Dhuha's prayer. thus, we just needed to handle the third LDK (act it was not really conducted in groups -_-)  ... LDK 3...we showed the audience with 
                                                                    Hot Scandal


                                                                            Cafe Cinta

and Alhamdulillah, the audience were attracted to these two videos.... :) (senyum sampai ke telinga)

the last LDK was 'Tasmik Bacaan Solat' which we thought to be conducted by ustaz and ustazah...and again i had to become bidan terjun one more time. i was like "hey! why me?!" and i was speechless. Ya Allah! i'm not good enough in this. btw i'd tried my best. May Allah forgives me for all my mistakes and weakness. seriously i was really afraid and nervous. so, please check the links and videos below...may these help us in improving our solah...

that's all.
salam nisfu sya'ban...
antara malam doa dikabulkan Allah!