<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318</id><updated>2012-01-25T00:05:18.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Augustgale.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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disini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-8030403353570435792?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/8030403353570435792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=8030403353570435792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8030403353570435792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8030403353570435792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2012/01/saya-masih-disini-walaupun-sudah.html' 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Even if he were to try for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Verily knowledge is like a deep ocean&lt;br /&gt;So take from each field the best of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2137397536756422882?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2137397536756422882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2137397536756422882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2137397536756422882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2137397536756422882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-one-will-be-able-to-grasp-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-5787317233696451566</id><published>2010-09-19T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:08:28.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jhfuydgfjsdnvdbfhbdhufdaskdsnbfhbvfcsdoicsdjbvfdhbvdmivhfs vssasfbcdhsbfhskasjdcvhv scdjvnhhfsbvnskdhvb;rfuvkmcafbhfvfevmckfiduvunsbvshfuvfnkcmfdcnishv bsmcndsibvfnbvjhcbsvsncbsivjnfvhbjvjknvjnvx vfbvkfnvklsdal;dfiuergsndfmv s sjkdhfsdijvnskdncsdfj vskdjvhsfgnsdlv ks;hdbfd;aeoijfowuygnvkjnsvk sv skdjfhsoiewpei[qe- ksdv erhfgijw;ldkaop. Hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; that m me decide to shut up and talk to this plain white wall again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-5787317233696451566?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/5787317233696451566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=5787317233696451566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5787317233696451566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5787317233696451566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-again-because-im-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-982898157377628909</id><published>2010-05-24T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:34:43.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahlil Gibran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-982898157377628909?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/982898157377628909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=982898157377628909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/982898157377628909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/982898157377628909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-let-there-be-spaces-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-678950692878465755</id><published>2010-05-24T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:14:04.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The divine light penetrates into the broken hearts, so do not be afraid of occasions of sorrow and shocks. If you truly and firmly believe in Allah, then this broken heart, these rising sighs and these tears will take you to greater heights of spiritual achievement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-678950692878465755?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/678950692878465755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=678950692878465755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/678950692878465755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/678950692878465755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/05/divine-light-penetrates-into-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-3909049683668216198</id><published>2010-05-20T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:35:57.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dan janganlah kamu campur adukkan yang hak dengan yang bathil dan janganlah kamu sembunyikan yang hak itu[43], sedang kamu mengetahui&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-3909049683668216198?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/3909049683668216198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=3909049683668216198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3909049683668216198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3909049683668216198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/05/hati-saya-remuk-supaya-jadi-panduan.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-8755981507187776214</id><published>2010-05-17T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:36:30.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“I cry because my world isn't pleasant, my life's not the way I wanted, my plans are not coming together. But then I remember this life wont come my way but Jannah will, plans here aren't coming together but the houses of Jannah are being built brick by brick. Things in this world leave, but in that blissful life they remain. So I wipe my tears &amp; carry on in hope of catching the train for that destination. May it be so.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-8755981507187776214?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/8755981507187776214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=8755981507187776214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8755981507187776214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8755981507187776214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cry-because-my-world-isnt-pleasant-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-3426574679141396804</id><published>2010-05-16T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:12:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perkataan keji terucap dari saudaraku&lt;br /&gt;Aku membalasnya dengan sikap damai&lt;br /&gt;yang menyimpan kata maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya aku mengatakan seperti yang ia katakan&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku tidak memaafkannya,&lt;br /&gt;Akan terlahir&lt;br /&gt;Suasana lain dalam kehidupan kami &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ibn 'Aisyah Al-Taimi]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-3426574679141396804?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/3426574679141396804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=3426574679141396804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3426574679141396804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3426574679141396804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/05/perkataan-keji-terucap-dari-saudaraku.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2469246408725797770</id><published>2010-05-14T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T18:24:09.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ulum Hadith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the last four. Hadith yang tak perlu dihafal,I hafal &amp;yang perlu dihafal I tak hafal. I screwed 50% of the paper. 2 questions I decide to write in English/Melayu because I couldn't bare to leave the answer box empty when I understood the question but unable to write in Arabic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inah sat beside me and I could hear her whisper "ya Allah..ya Allah..ya Allah" super cute and the next moment,her head was on the table -.- LOLS! She was unprepared for the paper but I believe in her, Inah kalau tak belajar pun takpe sebab dia faham(bekas budak madrasah mah!) Heheh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was restless too. Like I said,I screwed 50% of the paper and right after I left the freezing room Inah told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You kelakar! I dengar seh you cakap astaghfirullah..astaghfirullah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! my head was about to explode! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah its all over now. The rest,I leave it to You,my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family gathering tomorrow :D SUPER HAPPY! SUPER EXCITED! dah lame tak jumpe &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2469246408725797770?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2469246408725797770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2469246408725797770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2469246408725797770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2469246408725797770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/05/ulum-hadith.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-1675972634947948764</id><published>2010-05-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:15:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Breath-taking. Dreaming. Living. Praying. Loving. Hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-1675972634947948764?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/1675972634947948764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=1675972634947948764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/1675972634947948764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/1675972634947948764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/05/breath-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-219675522075337750</id><published>2010-05-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:39:33.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Roads to Allah swt. &lt;br /&gt;I will be there,with or without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-219675522075337750?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-8745713709549506709</id><published>2010-04-27T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:30:22.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be blind, to see what’s behind what I see,&lt;br /&gt;To be deaf, to catch that undertone of peace,&lt;br /&gt;To be fingerless, to feel untouch touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once I’ve passed beyond that wall-less wall&lt;br /&gt;Where even my burden of self hood feels like release,&lt;br /&gt;Time, only time is flowing, and time is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skender Kulenovic, “Beyond the Wall-Less Wall”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-8745713709549506709?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2277319628551865889</id><published>2010-04-25T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:59:11.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O death. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2277319628551865889?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2277319628551865889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2277319628551865889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2277319628551865889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2277319628551865889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-death.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-1730073338821602342</id><published>2010-04-23T15:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:09:41.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear dear Allah,&lt;br /&gt;I love You so much and it hurts )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah (May Allah be pleased with her) reported: While the Prophet (sallallaahu ’alayhi wa sallam) was reclining against me (during his last illness) I heard him saying: “Allahumma-ghfir li, warhamni, wa alhiqni bir Rafiqil-A`la (O Allah, forgive me, bestow Your Mercy on me and let me join with the exalted companions.”&lt;br /&gt;[Al-Bukhari and Muslim].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-1730073338821602342?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/1730073338821602342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=1730073338821602342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the middle and the end of all states of submission to the will of Allah. The servant who seeks the pleasure of Allah never abandons tawbah. &lt;B&gt;He remains in the state of tawbah until his death.&lt;/B&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;[Imam Ibn ul Qayyim al Jawziyyah]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-823078525615502?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/823078525615502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=823078525615502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/823078525615502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/823078525615502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/04/state-of-repentance-tawbah-is-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-4566925623465934402</id><published>2010-03-26T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:40:47.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If God answers your prayer, He is increasing your faith. If He delays, He is increasing your patience. If he doesn’t answer, He knows you can handle it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-4566925623465934402?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/4566925623465934402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=4566925623465934402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4566925623465934402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4566925623465934402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-god-answers-your-prayer-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2806778446912359389</id><published>2010-03-21T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:25:41.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I guarantee a house in Jannah for one who gives up arguing, even if he is in the right. I guarantee a house in the middle of Jannah for one who abandons lying even for the sake of fun. I guarantee a house in the highest part of Jannah for one who has good manners.” &lt;br /&gt;(Abu Dawud)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2806778446912359389?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2806778446912359389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2806778446912359389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2806778446912359389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2806778446912359389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-guarantee-house-in-jannah-for-one-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-8901215417305150196</id><published>2010-03-15T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:08:02.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our Lord! You truly know all that we may hide [in our hearts] as well as all that we bring into the open, for nothing whatever, be it on earth or in heaven, remains hidden from Allah (14:38)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-8901215417305150196?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/8901215417305150196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=8901215417305150196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8901215417305150196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8901215417305150196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-lord-you-truly-know-all-that-we-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-7977507914698064528</id><published>2010-03-14T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T09:37:08.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"And certainly, We shall test you with something of fear, hunger, loss of wealth, lives and fruits, but give glad tidings to As-Sabirin (the patient). Who, when afflicted with calamity, say: "Truly, to Allah we belong and truly, to Him we shall return.'' They are those on whom are the Salawat (i.e., who are blessed and... will be forgiven) from their Lord, and (they are those who) receive His mercy, and it is they who are the guided ones." (Qur'an 2:155-157)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu Hurairah reports that Allah’s Messenger, peace be upon him, said: “For every misfortune, illness, anxiety, grief, or hurt that afflicts a Muslim -even the hurt caused by the pricking of a thorn – Allah removes some of his sins.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tested again(: Alhamdullilah,He remembers me! He remembers me! Heee(: Akh Fadh jealous because he has not been falling sick for so long and he feels like Allah has forgotten about him -.- Chill akh. Chill. Im sure that's not the case. Like you always claim lah kan,&lt;br /&gt;"Ana fit taaaau!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,my left ear is impacted again. Yeap yeap,same case like last year. Cause of it? Too hot. Too much heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 days,when I suddenly lost my hearing,trust me,i was not this bersyukur or sabar. I started crying on the spot because I know I have to face another round of pain. Its frustrating and uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,alhamdullilah,soon,I manage to handle my emotions. Who am I to get angry? Nikmat pendengaran tu hanya sebuah pinjaman. Nanti kalau da sampai masa,Dia pulangkan balik(: InshaAllah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-7977507914698064528?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/7977507914698064528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=7977507914698064528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7977507914698064528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7977507914698064528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-certainly-we-shall-test-you-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-5249705869092617056</id><published>2010-03-11T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:54:28.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On correcting and straightening the key.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-5249705869092617056?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/5249705869092617056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=5249705869092617056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5249705869092617056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5249705869092617056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-correcting-and-straightening-key.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-5955849324722178866</id><published>2010-03-07T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:52:30.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still praying. Still Hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-5955849324722178866?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/5955849324722178866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=5955849324722178866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5955849324722178866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5955849324722178866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-praying.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2350135485577705702</id><published>2010-03-06T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:46:49.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Verily! In the creation of the heavens and the earth, and in the alternation of night and day, there are indeed signs for men of understanding. Those who remember Allah (always, and in prayers) standing, sitting, and lying down on their sides, and think deeply about the creation of the heavens and the earth, (saying): "Our Lord! You have not created (all) this without purpose, glory to You! (Exalted be You above all that they associate with You as partners). Give us salvation from the torment of the Fire."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2350135485577705702?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2350135485577705702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2350135485577705702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2350135485577705702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2350135485577705702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/03/verily-in-creation-of-heavens-and-earth_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-8298045010750508336</id><published>2010-02-28T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:04:56.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where do I stand compared to Asiyah when she was being tortured by her husband , the Fir’awn, and still had patience ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I stand compared to Aisha when she was being wrongly slandered and rumors were spreading about her ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I stand compared to Mariam when she had the miracle child without a father and had to face the people ?&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-7180040074517175924</id><published>2010-02-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:54:01.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Knowledge without adab is like fire without wood, and adab without knowledge is like a spirit without a body.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Zakariyya al-Ansari.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-7180040074517175924?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2675448677127612212</id><published>2010-02-26T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:42:09.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Red sails in the sunset,way out of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Oh carry my love one home safely to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ibnul Qayyim: &lt;br /&gt;Man consists of the mind of an angel, the lust of an animal, and the fancy of Satan. &lt;br /&gt;One of them will prevail. If you could overcome your fancy and lust, you will be in a rank that is higher than an angel.&lt;br /&gt;And if your fancy and lust beat you, you will be in a rank that is less than a dog. (al-Fawaa'id, p.121)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2675448677127612212?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2675448677127612212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2675448677127612212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2675448677127612212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2675448677127612212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-sails-in-sunsetway-out-of-sea-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-1326610836071150036</id><published>2010-02-23T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:06:12.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SubhanAllah(:</title><content type='html'>The exceptional characteristics some people display are quite dumbfounding really, particularly when you put yourself in their shoes. This story published in today's Saudi Gazette is one such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the Gazette didn't publish it online, but one can find it in the Feb. 18 print edition on Page 3. Let me type the story up for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEDDAH -- The love between an Islamic preacher with special needs and a Holy Qur'an teacher has turned into marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touching story began when Abdullah Banimah, who is completely paralyzed appeared on a satellite television program talking about spreading the message of Islam in several countries in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his future wife saw the program she immediately told her father about her desire to marry him because she admired him for courageously facing up to his disability and for dedicating his life to Islamic preaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their dream turned true Tuesday when their friends queued along the road leading to the Al-Salam Wedding Hall in Jeddah to wish the couple a happy married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah had almost drowned in a swimming pool at a sports club in Jeddah. He had remained underwater for 15 minutes. This caused a great deal of damage to his brain which resulted in his paralysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident made him change his life completely by dedicating it to Islamic work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhaiffallah bin Saad Al-Ghamadi, the bride's father, said: "My daughter, who works as teacher for one of the Holy Qur'an memorization schools in Jeddah, chose Abdullah on her own. After insisting she wanted to get married to him, I bowed to her will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhaifallah said &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the reason for marrying Abdullah is for them to work hand-in-hand in the way of Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar Banamh, the groom's father, said: "I have nothing to say but to pray to Allah to crown this marriage by blessing them with pious offspring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he hoped Abdullah will see his children grow up with no disability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah was ecstatic about his marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the beginning I could not believe this was her desire. She really surprised me. I will never ever forget her noble stand and insistence on accepting me as her husband. I pray to Allah day and night to enable me to make her happy for the rest of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he will never forget, for the rest of his days, the many people who had gathered to wish him a happy marriage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! What a story. Number of points there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There do exist such people Masha Allah. The daughter, her father, her family should all be praised. Imagine yourself in that situation. Would you do that? Or would you allow your daughter to marry a crippled man? What about the extended family? She belongs to Al-Ghamdi family, which means she comes from the so-called "high society". How difficult would it be for people to disregard social honor and societal pressure?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why these people are special, masha Allah. May Allah increase their guidance and bless them with good in this life and the hereafter. These are the role models of a society. They deserve coverage in the media. People need good examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Look at the zeal they have for Islam. Look at how this man's life changed after a tragedy. So the tragedy was the beginning really. A beginning of a journey insha Allah to achieve the eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Despite all difficulties, if Allah wants to bless someone with something, it will come to you. Who would have thought a paralyzed man would get married in the first place? He not only got married, but got a wife who is Insha Allah better than many women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Look at the noble way in which the woman approached the issue of marriage. She fell in love -- a genuine liking for the man and wanted to marry him. She spoke to her father and her father approached the man's family. This is so noble. It's the pure path Islam has facilitated for men and women -- marriage.&lt;/span&gt; At stark contrast is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the lewd path, where men or women express their feelings to each other and fall into Haraam and illicit relationships.&lt;/span&gt; A slippery slope that pulls people down the pit of lust. There's no love, purity or chastity -- there's only pain, selfishness and desires that turn human beings into animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://saudilife.net/component/content/article/44-jeddah/179-a-different-kind-of-love-story.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-1326610836071150036?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/1326610836071150036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=1326610836071150036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/1326610836071150036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/1326610836071150036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/02/subhanallah.html' title='SubhanAllah(:'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-6761138040535512911</id><published>2010-02-22T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:46:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On untying 3 knots. &lt;br /&gt;On letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On returning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On leaving.&lt;br /&gt;On traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On seeking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On attending&lt;br /&gt;On trusting&lt;br /&gt;On being faithful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6761138040535512911?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6761138040535512911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6761138040535512911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6761138040535512911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6761138040535512911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-untying-3-knots.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-4606884453705301602</id><published>2010-02-19T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:48:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On returning.&lt;br /&gt;On believing.&lt;br /&gt;On loving.&lt;br /&gt;On being thankful.&lt;br /&gt;On trusting.&lt;br /&gt;On sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On knowing.&lt;br /&gt;On smiling.&lt;br /&gt;On correcting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On praying.&lt;br /&gt;On being independent and dependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On resting it with Allah swt(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-4606884453705301602?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/4606884453705301602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=4606884453705301602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4606884453705301602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4606884453705301602'/><link 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His Human Self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was never distant from humanity. He smiled, loved, cried and felt pain. He walked, moved, ate and showered. He was a human being, so it is really applicable to follow him as a role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I make a mistake or become a bit lazy about being good, Prophet Muhammad’s real model takes me back to the right track. I tell myself: “He was human, to make it easy for us. It was also difficult for him, but he made it. So, I will try again, and I will make it as he did.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. His Fatherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a society that degraded women and rejected the birth of females to the extent that they would be buried alive, he cherished all his daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Lady Fatimah drop in on one of his meetings, he never asked ask her to leave despite his business. But, he would stand up in “cherishing respect” and move to welcome her, so she would not be embarrassed. Then, he would kiss her on her forehead and have her seated next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. His Loyal Love to Lady Khadijah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he continued to love and cherish Lady Khadijah after her death has always been an expression of devotion in my eyes. During her life, they lived in a society that accepted men marrying multiple times. Though she was much older than him, for 25 years, he never married any other woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He respected and loved his wife dearly. He cherished the days after her death and would sit around with her best friend for long hours chatting about “Khadijah’s good old days”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.  His Patience at the Deaths of his Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might theorize and preach about the patience of prophets, but do we really feel it? I keep wondering how this lovely, tender man tolerated the death of all his children in his lifetime. All except one. How would any father feel, when he reaches his sixties and finds himself burying one child after another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophet Muhammad’s patience never contradicted his sadness and grief. When his baby son Ibrahim died, he grieved deeply. He held him in his arms at his death-bed and cried. He uttered only words that expressed his patience mixed with sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words reflected that, when he uttered his famous words: “The heart grieves, the eye tears, and for your departure, Ibrahim, we are sad. But the tongue never utters an objection that wouldn’t please God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. He Was Such a Tender Grandfather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a busy and important man, but still had time, space and emotions to spare his grandchildren. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He paused giving the Friday sermon speech in front of the Muslim nation to go down the podium and pick his grandson up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he kept carrying this grandson throughout his speech is startling. He was the spiritual, social and political leader of the nation! What would any of our grandfathers have done if we simply burst into their meetings? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. His Sincere Appreciation of the Feelings of Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There was a child who used to have a bird as a pet. Whenever Prophet Muhammad passed by the child, he would ask him about his bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the Prophet found the child crying because of the death of his pet. Prophet Muhammad simply interrupted his journey and sat with the child to offer his condolences. It was reported that he stayed with him for a long time to soothe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet-hearted man! He probably had important errands or meetings to conduct, but chose to sit with a child who lost a pet. He didn’t lose his mother. It was just a bird. But Prophet Muhammad didn’t see it to be a simple loss. He understood what this loss meant to the child and felt his pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. The Prophet’s Smile &amp; Sense of Humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people face worldly troubles by crying. Others express objection and the inability to accept their destiny. A third party would simply frown in the face of the world and neglect its feeling. But Prophet Muhammad never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the most agonized person. He was an orphan. He was poor. He lost his beloved wife, Khadijah. He was loaded with the responsibility of the divine message and running of a newly established state. Let alone his personal human sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, he never frowned in the face of the world. He never objected to what God destined for him. He simply kept his smile and tender care for others, no matter what he went through. I pray I can keep up with him. I am not sure I can, but at least I should keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. His Role Model as a Servant of God &amp; Worshipper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophet Muhammad’s role model as a servant of God and worshiper is an aspect of his character that any human who wants to serve God can reconcile with. He was a man who fasted most of his days, prayed most of his nights and spent all what he had for the sake of his beloved Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when some of his Companions wanted to fast all days and never eat during daylight, pray all nights and never sleep at night, or abstain from marriage and lawful relations with women, he objected to that. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He explained to his Companions that he fasted some days and broke his fast on other days, he prayed much of his night time and yet he slept at night, and that he simply — like any other man — married and enjoyed marital life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a much easier and a more practical example to follow, if we want to be good. The examples of complete self-denial and inhumanly extreme attitudes by some complete self-denial and   saints and good ones isn’t really practical for all mankind. But any person, man or woman can follow the steps of Prophet Muhammad; be a spiritual worshipper and a good human simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. His Tenderness &amp; Mercy Towards Animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, a very personal characteristic that has always touched my heart, was his tenderness and mercy towards animals. He treated them as communities that had social ties, just as humans are to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, when he was traveling, some of his companions caught two young birds. Then the mother flew above their heads wailing for her two children. Prophet Muhammad immediately reacted and asked who had hurt this mother by taking her children? He ordered the two birds given back to their mother on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking sincerely and deeply of animals as creatures who feel emotions, not only physics, he banned the slaughtering of any animal in front of the other. He ordered a quick death with a sharp knife away from the other animals, so that the living ones would not feel fear or panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also ordered that hunting or slaughtering animals should always be for the sake and need of nutrition. He completely abandoned learning hunting or shooting by taking innocent animals as trial preys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an animal lover and friend who has experienced the closeness of animals, I understand what this attitude means to animals. I love animals and those who are good to animals, what about a prophet who is that good to animals? He was a prophet who cared for animals’ feelings and psychological states, and never regarded them as un-feeling bodies or unemotional creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. His Romantic Love for Lady Aishah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, his romantic love for Lady Aishah has always amazed me. Honestly speaking, I find this relation much more romantic than many love stories that were famous throughout history and literature of love. I mean, they were real! Many of the famous stories are novels, tales, and simply stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Prophet Muhammad and Lady Aishah’s love was real. They lived it, cherished it and practiced it, down to earth in their daily life. He loved her dearly and passionately, and she loved him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She — like any normal, loving woman — felt jealous for him and expressed that obviously. He also felt jealous —like any normal, loving man — and expressed it obviously. They were human in their love, not angelic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always recall his habit of drinking after her and I pause to smile at this habit of his. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He used to search for the part that touched her lips from the utensil she used in drinking. Then, he would specifically touch the same part with his lips when he would drink. He simply enjoyed feeling her warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, despite his deep love to her, and his genuine passion towards her, he never permitted this love to make him neglect his duties or role as a prophet and worshipper. He would leave her warm side in the middle of the night and take her permission to pray. He would tenderly ask her: “Let me stand for my God an hour in prayers.” And, she would let him willingly and lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lived love in their daily moments and they practiced it in every action. Their story of love did not stop at their lively moments, but continued till they departed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:&lt;br /&gt;By: Dalia Salaheldin via Reading Islam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-261780429286187637?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/261780429286187637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=261780429286187637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/261780429286187637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/261780429286187637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-7883554477017502846</id><published>2010-02-14T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:50:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the rest of my life.</title><content type='html'>Zainab was the daughter of the Prophet (PBUH) and her cousin Abu El’Ass, was Khadeeja’s (RA) nephew. He was one of the nobles of the Quraish, and the Prophet (SAW) loved him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Abu El’Ass went to the Prophet (SAW) before he had received his mission of Prophethood and said: “I want to marry your eldest daughter.” So, the Prophet replied, “I must ask her first.” He (SAW) went to Zainab and asked her, “Your cousin came to me and he wishes to marry you. Do you accept him as your husband?” Her face turned red with bashfulness and she smiled. So Zainab married Abu El’Ass, and they had two children; Ali and Omama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad became a Prophet while Abu El’Ass was away from Makkah. When Abu El’Ass returned, he found his wife a Muslim. When he arrived, his wife said “I have great news for you.” He stood up and left her. Zainab was surprised and followed him as she said, “My father became a Prophet and I have become a Muslim.” He replied, “Why didn’t you tell me first?” There was a big problem between the two; a problem of religion and belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told him, “I wasn’t going to disbelieve my father and his message. He is not a liar, and he is The Honest and Trustworthy.” I’m not the only believer; my mother and my sisters became Muslims, my cousin Ali ibn Abi Taleb became a Muslim, your cousin Othman ibn Affan became a Muslim, and your friend, Abu Bakr, became a Muslim.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, “Well, as for me, I don’t want people to say, ‘He let down his people and his forefathers to please his wife.’ And I am not accusing your father of anything.” Then he said, “So, will you excuse me and understand?” She replied, “Who will excuse and understand you if I don’t? I will stay beside you and help you until you reach the truth.” And she kept her word for 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu El’Ass remained an unbeliever, and then came the migration. Zainab went to her father and asked him for the permission to stay with her husband. The Prophet (SAW) replied, “Stay with your husband and children.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zainab stayed in Makkah, until the battle of Badr occurred. Abu El’Ass was to fight in the army of Quraish against the Muslims. For Zainab, it meant that her husband will be fighting her father, a time Zainab had always feared. She kept crying out, “O Allah, I fear one day the sun may rise and my children become orphans or I lose my father.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the battle started, and ended in victory for the Muslims. Abu El’Ass was captured by the Muslims, and news of this reached Makkah. Zainab asked, “What did my father do?” They told her, “The Muslims won.” She prayed to Allah, thanking Him. Then she asked, ”What did my husband do?” They said, “He was captured.” She said, “I’ll send a payment to release him.” She didn’t own anything of much value, so she took off her mother’s necklace and sent it with Abu El’Ass’ brother to the Prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Prophet (SAW) was sitting, taking payments and releasing captives, he saw Khadeeja’s necklace. He held it up and asked, “Whose payment is this?” They said, “Abu El’Ass ibn Rabee.” He cried and said “This is Khadeeja’s necklace.” As soon as the Messenger of Allah (PBUH) saw that necklace, he had a feeling of extreme compassion and his heart palpitated for the great memory. The Companions who were present there gazed in amazement having being captivated by the magnificence of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long silence, the Messenger of Allah (SAW) stood up and said, “People, this man is my in-law, should I release him? And do you accept the return of this necklace to my daughter?” They answered in unison “Yes, Messenger of Allah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet (SAW) gave the necklace to Abu El’Ass and said to him: “Tell Zainab not to give away Khadeeja’s necklace.” Then he (SAW) said, “Abu El’Ass, can we speak privately?” He took him aside and said, “Allah has ordered me to separate between a Muslim and a disbeliever, so could you return my daughter to me?” Abu El’Ass reluctantly agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zainab stood on the gates of Makkah waiting for the arrival of Abu El’Ass.&lt;/span&gt; When he finally came he said, “I am going away.” She asked, “Where to?” He replied, “It is not me who is going, it is you. You are going to your father. We must separate because you are a Muslim.” She implored him, “Will you become a Muslim and come with me?” But he refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zainab took her son and daughter, and traveled to Madinah. She refused to remarry for 6 years, hoping that one day Abu El’Ass would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years, Abu El’Ass was traveling in a caravan from Makkah to Syria. During the journey, he was intercepted by some of the Prophet’s companions. He escaped and asked for Zainab’s home. He knocked on her door shortly before the dawn prayer. She opened the door and asked him “Did you become a Muslim?” He whispered “No, I come as a fugitive.” She implored him once more, “Can you become a Muslim?” Again his answer was a negative. “Do not worry.” She said, “Welcome my cousin. Welcome, the father of Ali and Omama”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Prophet (SAW) prayed the dawn prayer in congregation with the people, they heard a voice from the back of the mosque, “I have freed Abu El’Ass ibn Rabee.” Zainab had granted Abu El’Ass’ freedom. The Prophet (SAW) asked, “Have you heard what I heard?” They all said, “Yes, Messenger of Allah.” Zainab said, “He is my cousin and the father of my children, and I have freed him.” The Prophet (SAW) stood up and said, “O people, I declare that this man was a very good son-in-law. He never broke his promise, and neither did he tell lies. So if you accept, I will return his money back and let him go. If you refuse, it’s your decision and I will not blame you for it.” The companions agreed, “We will give him his money.” The Prophet (SAW) said to Zainab, “We have freed the one you have freed, O Zainab.” Then he (SAW) went to her and told her, “Be generous to him. He is your cousin and the father of your children, but don’t let him get near you. He is prohibited for you.” She replied, “Sure father. I’ll do as you say.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went in and told her husband, “O Abu El’Ass, didn’t you miss us at all? Won’t you become a Muslim and stay with us?” But he refused. Abu El’Ass then took the money and returned to Makkah. Once he returned, he stood up and announced, “O people, here is your money. Is there anything left?” They replied, “No, Abu El’Ass, there is nothing left. Thanks a lot.” So Abu El’Ass said, “I testify that there is no god but Allah, and Muhammed is His Messenger.” Then he went back to Madinah and ran to the Prophet (SAW) as he said, “Dear Prophet. You freed me yesterday and today, I say that I testify there is no god but Allah and you are His Messenger.” He asked the Prophet, “Will you give me the permission to go back to Zainab?” The Prophet (SAW) smiled and said, “Come with me.” He took him to Zainab’s house and knocked on her door. The Prophet (SAW) said, “O Zainab. Your cousin came to me and asked if he can return to you.” Just like 20 years ago, her face turned red with bashfulness and she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing was, a year after this incident, Zainab died. Abu El’Ass shed hot tears because of her death and drove those who were around him to tears. The Messenger of Allah (SAW) came with eyes full of tears and a heart full of sorrow. Zainab’s death reminded him of the death of his wife, Khadeejah. He told the women, who gathered around Zainab’s corpse, “Wash her three times and use camphor in the third wash.” He performed funeral prayers on her and followed her final resting place. Abu El’Ass returned to his children, Ali and Omama. Kissing them and wetting them with his tears, he remembered the face of his departed darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah be pleased with Zainab, the Prophet’s daughter! May He reward her with Paradise for her patience, endurance and struggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu El’Ass would cry so profusely that the people saw the Prophet himself weeping and calming him down. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Abu El’Ass would say, “By Allah. I can’t stand life anymore without Zainab.” He died one year after Zainab’s death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www.saveoursoul.sg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-7883554477017502846?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/7883554477017502846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=7883554477017502846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7883554477017502846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7883554477017502846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/02/zainab-was-daughter-of-prophet-pbuh-and.html' title='For the rest of my life.'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-230510424987009457</id><published>2010-02-12T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:23:36.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope my message of wearing black ever since that day,got through. &lt;br /&gt;I hope it tells you guys that I am not interested in such acts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-230510424987009457?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/230510424987009457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=230510424987009457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/230510424987009457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/230510424987009457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hope-my-message-of-wearing-black-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-6351792985893458608</id><published>2010-02-12T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:45:49.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Every Muslim should try to select the best companion for the life span. A companion could be a friend from the same gender. If the companion is to be from the other gender, then that companion should be a spouse to live together within the confines of rules and regulations."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6351792985893458608?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6351792985893458608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6351792985893458608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6351792985893458608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6351792985893458608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/02/every-muslim-should-try-to-select-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-3732256787635879526</id><published>2010-02-07T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:19:53.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“The Believers men and women, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;are protectors one of another&lt;/span&gt;: they enjoin what is just, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and forbid what is evil&lt;/span&gt;: they observe regular prayers, practice regular charity, and obey Allah and His Messenger. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On them will Allah pour His mercy&lt;/span&gt;: for Allah is Exalted in power, Wise.”&lt;br /&gt;[Qur'an: Al-Tawba, 9:71]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…Verily, the most honourable of you with Allah is that (believer) who has At-Taqwa [i.e. he is one of the Muttaqûn (pious)]. Verily, Allah is All-Knowing, All-Aware.”&lt;br /&gt;[Qur'an: Al-Hujurat, 49:13]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-3732256787635879526?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/3732256787635879526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=3732256787635879526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3732256787635879526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3732256787635879526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/02/believers-men-and-women-are-protectors.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-8976693192587663735</id><published>2010-02-05T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:04:06.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Trials and Tribulations</title><content type='html'>Abu Sa`id and Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with them) reported that the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) said, “No fatigue, nor disease, nor anxiety, nor sadness, nor hurt, nor distress befalls a Muslim, even if it were the prick he receives from a thorn, but that Allah expiates some of his sins for that” (Al-Bukhari and Muslim).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is no more than a test in which all humans are bound to face some hardships and challenges that reveal their patience and steadfastness. The forms of this test are numerous and diverse: Some people suffer poverty, some suffer physical illnesses, some live in a state of insecurity, some are deprived of their cherished and beloved ones, and still others suffer psychiatric disorders. Referring to this fact, Allah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surely We shall try you with something of fear and hunger, and loss of wealth and lives and crops; but give glad tidings to the patient, Who says, when afflicted with calamity: “To Allah We belong, and to Him is our return”: They are those on whom (descend) Blessings from Allah, and Mercy, and they are the ones that receive guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baqarah 2:155-157&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another verse, He Almighty says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Who created Death and Life, that He may try which of you is best in deed: and He is the Exalted in Might, Oft-Forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Mulk 67:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since trials and hardships are inevitable, Islam does not let them pass by without instructing Muslims on the best course of action or by guiding them to the safest and most appropriate attitude. The Hadith reveal one dimension of Islam’s recipe for successfully dealing with life’s challenges. In order to balance the negative effects posed by af sins and elevate the believer’s rank in the Hereafter. This optimistic and positive approach safeguards one from falling prey to despair and grief. Here, it is fitting to cite some Prophetic hadiths that emphasize this concept:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu Yahya Suhaib bin Sinan (May Allah be pleased with him) reported: The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) said, “How wonderful is the case of a believer; there is good for him in everything and this applies only to a believer. If prosperity attends him, he expresses gratitude to Allah and that is good for him; and if adversity befalls him, he endures it patiently and that is good for him” Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with him) reported: The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) said, “He whom Allah intends good, He makes him to suffer from some affliction”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Bukhari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with him) reported: The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) said, “A Muslim, male or female, continues to remain under trial in respect of his life, property, and offspring until he faces Allah, the Exalted, with no sin record”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At-Tirmidhi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above hadiths should not be mistaken for a call to fatalism and defeatism. The message the hadiths convey is that every Muslim should expect hardships and prepare to weather them. This point makes a distinction between one who trusts in Allah and believes in His mercy and one who feels that he is alone in this world, that he faces its formidable challenges isolated from any source of support or assistance. So, these hadiths are meant to infuse the Muslim with hope and vigor and drive away the destructive thoughts of failure and hopelessness. To get a better understanding of them, they should be considered light of the following hadiths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with him) reported:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Messenger of Allah (s) said, “A strong believer is better and dearer to Allah than a weak one, and both are good. Adhere to that which is beneficial for you. Keep asking Allah for help and do not refrain from it. (If you are afflicted in any way), do not say: ‘If I had taken this or that step, it would have resulted into such and such,’ but say only: ‘Allah so determined and did as He willed.’ The word ‘if’ opens the gates of satanic (thoughts)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Muslim).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In line with this hadith comes the Prophet’s advice to his cousin Ibn `Abbas (may Allah be pleased with him) to know that with patience comes victory, with distress comes relief, and with hardship comes ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this respect, one idea may be a source of worry and disturbance. How can we approach afflictions with such optimism when they are clear signs of Allah’s wrath and manifestations of His punishment? Has not Allah said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever misfortune happens to you, is because of the things your hands have wrought, and for many (of them) He grants forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash-Shura 42:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this question haunts many people, especially the practicing ones when they are afflicted with a calamity, deprived of a cherished person, or plagued with an illness. The problem is that in many cases this thought becomes a source of frustration and depression. Instead of being an incentive to hastening to Allah and drawing closer to him, the idea serves sometimes as a dispiriting factor. So, let’s see how the Companions viewed the above verse and how they took it positively and optimistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his comment on this verse, Imam Al-Qurtubi reports that `Ali (may Allah be pleased with him) said, “This verse is the most hopeful one in the Qur’an; if my sins are to be expiated through afflictions and calamities, and in addition to that, Allah forgives many other sins, then what will remain after such expiation and forgiveness?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, life’s disasters leave hearts broken and loved ones deprived, but the bright believer knows how turn them into a source of determination and a fountain of strength. I conclude with the beautiful authentic hadith in which the Prophet (s) tells us that the people who face the harshest trial are the prophets, then those next to them (in faith and devotion), and then the next. Everyone will be tried according to his level of faith; one who has strong faith will undergo a harsh trial and one who is of weak faith will receive a weak trial. And the affliction will encompass one until he becomes free of sins altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://muslimmedianetwork.com/mmn/?p=197&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-8976693192587663735?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/8976693192587663735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=8976693192587663735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8976693192587663735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8976693192587663735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-trials-and-tribulations.html' title='On Trials and Tribulations'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-1642371727400728024</id><published>2010-02-04T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:53:25.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience, Perseverance, and Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5rSkO9cpII&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5rSkO9cpII&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During times of deep trial, despair, and sadness, Muslims seek comfort and guidance in the words of Allah in the Qur'an. Allah reminds us that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all people will be tried and tested in life, and calls upon Muslims to bear these trials with "patient perseverance and prayer." &lt;/span&gt;Indeed, Allah reminds us that many people before us have suffered and had their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;faith tested&lt;/span&gt;; so too will we be tried and tested in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are dozens upon dozens of verses that remind Muslims to be patient and trust in Allah during these times of trial. Among them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Seek Allah's help with patient perseverance and prayer. It is indeed hard except for those who are humble." (2:45)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you who believe! Seek help with patient perseverance and prayer, for God is with those who patiently persevere." (2:153)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be sure We shall test you with something of fear and hunger, some loss in goods, lives, and the fruits of your toil. But give glad tidings to those who patiently persevere. Those who say, when afflicted with calamity, 'To Allah we belong, and to Him is our return.' They are those on whom descend blessings from their Lord, and mercy. They are the ones who receive guidance." (2:155-157)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you who believe! Persevere in patience and constancy. Vie in such perseverance, strengthen each other, and be pious, that you may prosper." (3:200)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And be steadfast in patience, for verily Allah will not suffer the reward of the righteous to perish." (11:115)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be patient, for your patience is with the help of Allah." (16:127)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Patiently, then, persevere - for the Promise of Allah is true, and ask forgiveness for your faults, and celebrate the praises of your Lord in the evening and in the morning." (40:55)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one will be granted such goodness except those who exercise patience and self-restraint, none but persons of the greatest good fortune." (41:35)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Verily man is in loss, except such as have faith, and do righteous deeds, and join together in the mutual enjoining of truth, and of patience and constancy." (103:2-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Muslims, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we should not let our emotions get the better of us.&lt;/span&gt; It is certainly difficult for a person to look at the tragedies of the world today and not feel helpless and sad. But believers are called to put their trust in their Lord, and not to fall into despair or hopelessness. We must continue to do what Allah has called us to do: put our trust in Him, perform good deeds, and stand as witnesses for justice and truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not righteousness that you turn your faces towards East or West.&lt;br /&gt;But it is righteousness to believe in Allah and the Last Day,&lt;br /&gt;And the Angels, and the Book, and the Messengers;&lt;br /&gt;To spend of your substance, out of love for Him,&lt;br /&gt;For your kin, for orphans, for the needy,&lt;br /&gt;for the wayfarer, for those who ask, and for the ransom of slaves;&lt;br /&gt;To be steadfast in prayer&lt;br /&gt;And give in charity;&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill the contracts which you have made;&lt;br /&gt;And to be firm and patient, in pain and adversity&lt;br /&gt;And throughout all periods of panic.&lt;br /&gt;Such are the people of truth, the God-fearing.&lt;br /&gt;Qur'an 2:177&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verily, with every difficulty there is relief.&lt;br /&gt;Verily, with every difficulty there is relief.&lt;br /&gt;Qur'an 94:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.islam.about.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-1642371727400728024?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/1642371727400728024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=1642371727400728024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/1642371727400728024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/1642371727400728024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/02/patience-perseverance-and-prayer.html' title='Patience, Perseverance, and Prayer'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-4438011647814639667</id><published>2010-01-30T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:51:56.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Immodesty, obscenity and any form of adultery be it of the eyes, ears, tongue or thoughts makes a hole in the heart. Through this hole leaks out iman."&lt;br /&gt;(Fitnah-Free FB)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-4438011647814639667?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/4438011647814639667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=4438011647814639667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4438011647814639667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4438011647814639667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/immodesty-obscenity-and-any-form-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-4174004993090795927</id><published>2010-01-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:01:56.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ibn Rajab and others gave an account of a worshiper who ran out of resources while he was in Makkah. He became extremely hungry and was about to die from lack of nourishment.  One day, as he was wandering in the precincts of Makkah, he found an expensive necklace. He put it into his sleeves and headed for the Masjid. On his way he came across a man announcing that he had lost a necklace. The poor man later said, ” I asked him to describe it to me, and he did so, perfectly, leaving no room for doubt. I gave him the necklace without taking reward from him. I said,: ” O Allah, I have given it for You, so compensate me with what is better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the ocean and began a journey in a small boat. Only a brief period of time passed before a storm came with heavy winds crashing into the boat. The boat smashed into pieces and the man was forced to cling to a piece of wood. The winds were violent, propelling him to the left and to the right. Finally, he was washed ashore onto an island. He found there a Masjid filled with people who were praying, so he joined them. He found papers with parts of the Qur’an written on them and he began to recite from them. The people of the island asked him, “Do you read Qur’an?” He answered in the affirmative. They said, ” Teach our children Qur’an.” So he began to teach them and he took a salary for his services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they saw him writing and they asked, ” Will you teach our children to write?” Again he answered in the affirmative and began teaching them for a salary. A short time later, they said to him, ” There is an orphaned girl with us whose father was a good man. Will you marry her?” He agreed to the marriage and later related, “I married her and found that she was wearing the exact same necklace. She said that her father lost it in Makkah and a man found it and returned to him. She said that her father would always supplicate while prostrating, for her daughter to become blessed with a husband similar to the honest man. I then informed her that I was that man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O Allah, I have given it for You, so compensate me with what is better.” &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Abandoning something for the sake and Pleasure of Allah- Allah will definitely compensate with something that is better, either sooner or later, in this world or Hereafter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Don’t be Sad – Shaykh Aaidh ibn Abdullah Al-Qarni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-4174004993090795927?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/4174004993090795927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=4174004993090795927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4174004993090795927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4174004993090795927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/ibn-rajab-and-others-gave-account-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2023651408207630084</id><published>2010-01-28T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:22:33.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A broken hayaa' with a worthless awrah' A broken chastity with a shameful story. A broken birth with a sinful meat&lt;br /&gt;A broken azan to a divided ummah.  A piece of truth to calm this broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Knowing that Allah knows our condition gives us patience with Allah’s decision.”&lt;br /&gt;(Book of Illumination)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2023651408207630084?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2023651408207630084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2023651408207630084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2023651408207630084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2023651408207630084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/broken-hayaa-with-worthless-awrah.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-7052483282312138562</id><published>2010-01-27T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T01:04:56.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“I am with those whose hearts are broken for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My sake&lt;/span&gt;.” &lt;br /&gt;(At haf 6/290)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The divine light penetrates into the broken hearts, so do not be afraid of occasions of sorrow and shocks. If you truly and firmly believe in Allah, then this broken heart, these rising sighs and these tears will take you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;to greater heights of spiritual achievement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Say: If your fathers, your sons, your brothers, your mates, or your kindred; the wealth that you have gained; the commerce in which you fear a decline: or the dwellings in which you delight – are dearer to you than Allah, or His Messenger, or the striving in His cause;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;then wait until Allah brings about His punishment: and Allah does not guide the fasiqeen.&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;br /&gt;[Surah At-Tauba Verse 24]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-7052483282312138562?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/7052483282312138562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=7052483282312138562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7052483282312138562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7052483282312138562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-with-those-whose-hearts-are-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2645732897363698162</id><published>2010-01-25T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:04:07.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-k6kiTz9Vg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-k6kiTz9Vg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She believed in me when no one else did. &lt;br /&gt;She embraced Islam when people disbelieved me. And she helped and comforted me in person and wealth when there was no one else to lend me a helping hand. I had children from her only."&lt;br /&gt;(Musnad Imam Ahmad 6/118)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2645732897363698162?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2645732897363698162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2645732897363698162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2645732897363698162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2645732897363698162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-believed-in-me-when-no-one-else-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-4793708217020437951</id><published>2010-01-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:33:20.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A true Muslim is thankful to Allah in prosperity, and resigned to His will in adversity. (Muslim)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-4793708217020437951?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/4793708217020437951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=4793708217020437951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4793708217020437951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4793708217020437951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/true-muslim-is-thankful-to-allah-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-5357895673718869140</id><published>2010-01-19T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:24:30.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meet Rafik Azadi's little brother ^ Kifar Azadi&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; (well I simply rearrange the letters from Rafik)&lt;/span&gt; hahahahhaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed him by just clicking your mouse and make him follow you by moving your cursor &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cheered me up macam budak-budak umur 2 tahun dapat gula-gula! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-5357895673718869140?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/5357895673718869140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=5357895673718869140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5357895673718869140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5357895673718869140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-rafik-azadis-little-brother-kifar.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-3366381284389250953</id><published>2010-01-18T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:08:20.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Books and dresses tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one who trusts in God is at peace with His promise,the one who surrenders is content with His knowledge, and the one who assigns his affairs to God is satisfied with His wisdom"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-3366381284389250953?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/3366381284389250953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=3366381284389250953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3366381284389250953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3366381284389250953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/books-and-dresses-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-8910623189493919575</id><published>2010-01-17T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:09:03.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A Muslim who meets with others and shares their burdens is better than one who lives a life of seclusion and contemplation." (Muslim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A true Muslim is thankful to Allah in prosperity, and resigned to His will in adversity." (Muslim)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-8910623189493919575?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/8910623189493919575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=8910623189493919575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8910623189493919575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8910623189493919575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/muslim-who-meets-with-others-and-shares.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-4200160083659964715</id><published>2010-01-16T00:25:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:50:42.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The sexual instinct is the greatest weakness of the human race. That is why Shaytan selected this weak spot for his attack on the believer.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Say to the believing men to lower their gaze and guard their modesty. That is purer for them, and Allah is aware of what they do. And say to the believing women to lower their gaze and guard their modesty.” [Qur’an, 24:30-31].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly Allah says in Surah a l-Ahzab:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When you ask them [i.e. the wives of the Prophet (Allah bless him &amp; give him peace)] for anything then ask from behind a screen (hijab). This is a means for greater purity for your hearts and their hearts.” [Qur’an, 33:53].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O wives of the prophet! You are not like other women, if you are god-fearing. So do not be soft in speech. Lest in whose heart is disease should be moved with desire.” [v. 32].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse clearly indicates &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;that men and women should not talk unnecessarily and when they do so, the both the content and manner of conversation must be appropriate, and free of anything inciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam al-Bukhari and Imam Muslim narrate in their Sahih from Uqba ibn Amir (Allah be pleased with him) that the Messenger of Allah said: “Do not go near [non-Mahram] women.” A person inquired: “What about in-laws?” The Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him and give him peace) responded, “The in-laws are death.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet of Allah (Allah have mercy on him) compared male in-laws to death. This means that one should be even more careful with in-laws with regards to interaction as there is greater risk for fitna, especially given the comfortable, social atmosphere in which both parties may lower their guard and forget lowering their gazes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above mentioned [and other] verses of the Qur'an and sayings of the Prophet [Sallallahu Alayhi Wasallam] indicate the importance of observing the proper limits of gender interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are the rules deduced from the Qur'an and Sunnah regarding the social behavior of men and women, as outlined by the scholars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Both men and women should dress properly and modestly, such that their nakedness (awra) is covered with loose clothing that does not define the shape of the limbs below. This, of course, includes women being in proper hijab, avoiding tight-fitting clothing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Men and women who are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not immediately related should not talk to each other unnecessarily. When there is a genuine need (such as work or education) to talk, the conversation should be in a modest, restrained manner, and be limited to the extent of the need;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) It is from the guidance of the Prophet (Allah bless him and give him peace) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;that women cannot wear fragrances that might catch the attention of strange men&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(this is one of my weaknesses ): I love wearing them! but not for men of course.)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Both men and women should lower their gazes. It is disliked to look at someone young of the opposite sex even without the fear of desire; when one even fears desire, it is impermissible to look;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Particular care must be given to one’s interaction with in-laws, relatives, and others one is likely to have sustained contact with, such as co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the light of the above, we can see that the free intermingling of both the sexes is not allowed. Islam enjoins on both men and women to cast down their looks in presence of each other. How is it possible for men and women to meet freely in dinners, tea parties and other social events with looks cast down? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There is not a single instance in the history of early Islam of men and women being allowed to meet each other freely in any social, political or religious gathering.&lt;/span&gt; Even in the Masjid men and women had their separate rows at the time of prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one narration, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;listening to the voice of a woman with lust has been termed as adultery.&lt;/span&gt; The scholars have debated whether the voice of a women is Awrah, although according to the Hanafi Madhab it is not considered awrah, but it shows the importance of keeping away from free mixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibn Abideen says in his “Hashiya”: If one fears Fitna or lust then it will be Haram for him to look at the face of a woman. One is not allowed to look at the face of a Non-Mahram woman, not because it's part of the Awra, rather due to Fitna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If intermixture becomes necessary at any time, then too much freedom must be avoided and all the rules and conditions must be observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah guide us to the straight path. And Allah knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaykh Muhammad ibn Adam al-Kawthari&lt;br /&gt;Edited by Faraz Rabbani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-4200160083659964715?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/4200160083659964715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=4200160083659964715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4200160083659964715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4200160083659964715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-read-until-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-6488754542336238044</id><published>2010-01-15T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:44:23.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s hard to take a step back and notice the bigger picture. Often Allah takes things away from us, only to replace them with something greater/better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not.” (2:216)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6488754542336238044?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6488754542336238044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6488754542336238044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6488754542336238044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6488754542336238044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-hard-to-take-step-back-and-notice.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-5113930782510078798</id><published>2010-01-14T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:43:29.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I looked at all friends and did not find a better friend than safeguarding the tongue. I thought about all dresses, but did not find a better dress than piety. I thought about all types of wealth, but did not find a better wealth than contentment in little. I thought of all types of good deeds, but did not find a better deed than offering good advice. I looked at all types of sustenance but did not find a better sustenance than patience."&lt;br /&gt;— Umar Radhiallahu ‘anhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-5113930782510078798?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/5113930782510078798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=5113930782510078798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5113930782510078798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5113930782510078798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-looked-at-all-friends-and-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-9049445907505587313</id><published>2010-01-10T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:40:41.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Redha,my dear little weak heart,redha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my one and only little heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the day that you have waited and asked for. Tomorrow will be the day that I know you will cry,for what reason,I have yet to know. Now my dear little heart,I am only hoping that you will be strong through out the whole process and no matter what happens,I want you to(still) stay strong. I know you well my dear little heart,so if you need to cry please let it be a light one. My dear little heart,I know you have worked so hard but do know my dear that everything,everything happens for a reason and whatever happens tomorrow,there must be a reason for it and if not,Allah swt knows better.&lt;br /&gt;My dear little heart,tell my little weak faith in you to keep me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my little weak heart and my little weak faith,so please,you both,do not fail me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Yourstruly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-9049445907505587313?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/9049445907505587313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=9049445907505587313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/9049445907505587313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/9049445907505587313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/redhamy-dear-little-weak-heartredha.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-6968772650470857272</id><published>2010-01-07T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:22:58.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the authority of Anas, who said: I heard the messenger of Allah say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah the Almighty has said: “O son of Adam, so long as you call upon Me and ask of Me, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I shall forgive you for what you have done, and I shall not mind&lt;/span&gt;. O son of Adam, were your sins to reach the clouds of the sky and were you then to ask forgiveness of Me, I would forgive you. O son of Adam, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;were you to come to Me with sins nearly as great as the earth and were you then to face Me, ascribing no partner to Me, I would bring you forgiveness nearly as great as its.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhanaka-Allah humma wa bi hamdika wa ash-hadu al la Ilaha illa Anta astaghfiruka wa atubu ilayk; Glory be to You, Allah, and with You Praise (thanks) and I bear witness that there is no deity but You, I ask Your forgiveness and I return to You (in obedience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6968772650470857272?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6968772650470857272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6968772650470857272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6968772650470857272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6968772650470857272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-authority-of-anas-who-said-i-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-5302387651205822817</id><published>2010-01-05T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:42:20.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Specially for Nurlelawati H. &lt;3 yang tengah mabuk knowledge tentang akhirat dan yang sewaktu dengannya&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To commence salaam is Sunnah and to reply is Wajib.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabrani narrates from Abu Darda, who says that we asked the Holy Prophet s.a.w.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O Prophet of Allah, we meet each other, so who from amongst us should give salaam first?” The Holy Prophet s.aw. replied, “The one who is the most obedient to Allah from amongst you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He who says Assalaamu Alaikum (Peace be upon you) ten rewards are written down for him, and he who says Assalaamu Alaikum wa rahmatullah (Peace be upon you and Allah’s mercy) for him twenty rewards are written down and he who says Assalaamu Alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh (Peace be upon you and Allah’s mercy and blessing) thirty rewards are written down (for him).”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-5302387651205822817?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/5302387651205822817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=5302387651205822817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5302387651205822817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5302387651205822817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/specially-for-nurlelawati-h.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-6340354464813672485</id><published>2010-01-03T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:54:42.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Men are naturally tempted by the lure of women, children, treasures of gold and silver, horses of mark, cattle and plantations. These are the enjoyments in the life of this world; but with Allah lies a goodly abode to return to. &lt;br /&gt;(Ali Imran 3:14)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6340354464813672485?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6340354464813672485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6340354464813672485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6340354464813672485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6340354464813672485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/men-are-naturally-tempted-by-lure-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-7509778248704493114</id><published>2010-01-02T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:50:15.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most people are afraid of what they might find if they try to analyze themselves too much. You have to crawl into your wounds to discover where your tears are. Once the bleeding starts, the cleansing can begin.&lt;br /&gt;(Tori Amos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-7509778248704493114?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/7509778248704493114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=7509778248704493114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7509778248704493114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7509778248704493114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-people-are-afraid-of-what-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-4913683728511799407</id><published>2010-01-01T01:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:38:45.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 1431/2009 bring you Happiness,Success and Sincere Love.</title><content type='html'>I learned that things don’t always turn out the way you planned, or the way you think they should.&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve learned that there are things that go wrong that don’t always get fixed or get put back together the way they were before. &lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that some broken things stay broken, and I’ve learned that you can get through bad times and keep looking for better ones, as long as you have people who love you.&lt;br /&gt;(Jennifer Weiner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So move on,bury it all under and never look back again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And thank you so much for the wishes and texts(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-4913683728511799407?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/4913683728511799407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=4913683728511799407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4913683728511799407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4913683728511799407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-love-most-about-my-residential.html' title='May 1431/2009 bring you Happiness,Success and Sincere Love.'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-66450587045968647</id><published>2009-12-31T12:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:03:41.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.&lt;br /&gt;(Audrey Hepburn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. &lt;br /&gt;Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-66450587045968647?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/66450587045968647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=66450587045968647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/66450587045968647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/66450587045968647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-hold-onto-things-for-so-long-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-4160151525346339803</id><published>2009-12-28T02:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:09:55.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love means Letting Go.</title><content type='html'>It's 2.44am now and I've just finished sorting out my give away books for a junior. While sorting out,I suddenly find it hard to let go of them,not because they're worth a lot of money but because each one of them represent something so deep to me. I love my books,so much. I love the knowledge in it and I couldn't bear to let go of it. One of the hardest is my Science Chemistry textbook. I love Chemistry although I never do well in it. So,at last,I end up keeping it(: Heee Im sorry Suhaidah Saad. I hope you understand,but but! Im still giving you the O levels Chemistry 10 years series though. Believe me,back then,we use it a lot more than the text book! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also keeping my notebooks and my Buku Panduan Melayu,I love the peribahasa in it and Im sure Cikgu will give a new one to them(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make myself feel better,I make myself think about the pahala I will get when she flips open my books,one by one..the knowledge she'll get from it and the burden I have lifted from her parents pocket. SubhanaAllah! Heeeeee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,it's all over for me now and I hope this girl that shares the same name(Suhaidah) with me will enjoy her roller coaster 2010 ride. May she handle the emotions and pressure well and may she succeed in O levels. Ameen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-4160151525346339803?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/4160151525346339803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=4160151525346339803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4160151525346339803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4160151525346339803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-2.html' title='Love means Letting Go.'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2394413836275662904</id><published>2009-12-25T03:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T03:35:20.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you make intense supplication and the timing of the answer is delayed, do not despair of it. His reply to you is guaranteed; but in the way He chooses, not the way you choose,  and at the moment He desires, not the moment you desire.&lt;br /&gt;(Ibn Ata’Allah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2394413836275662904?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2394413836275662904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2394413836275662904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2394413836275662904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2394413836275662904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-make-intense-supplication-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-1364569411108580624</id><published>2009-12-22T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:25:18.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, &lt;br /&gt;and people continue to disappoint them.&lt;br /&gt;(Jodi Picoult)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-1364569411108580624?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/1364569411108580624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=1364569411108580624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/1364569411108580624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/1364569411108580624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/hati-siapa-tahu.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-3348306826681646879</id><published>2009-12-21T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:50:25.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anger is just a cowardly extension of sadness. It’s a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you’re hurt.&lt;br /&gt;(Tom Gates)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-3348306826681646879?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/3348306826681646879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=3348306826681646879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3348306826681646879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3348306826681646879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/anger-is-just-cowardly-extension-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-8409732376305347348</id><published>2009-12-19T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:54:15.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surah Al Hijr 39-50</title><content type='html'>[Iblîs (Satan)] said: "O my Lord! Because you misled me, I shall indeed adorn the path of error for them (mankind) on the earth, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I shall mislead them all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Except&lt;/span&gt; Your chosen, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(guided) slaves&lt;/span&gt; among them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Allâh) said: "This is the Way which will lead straight to Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly, you shall have no authority over My slaves, except those who follow you of the Ghâwîn (Mushrikûn and those who go astray, criminals, polytheists, and evil-doers, etc.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And surely, Hell is the promised place for them all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It (Hell) has seven gates, for each of those gates is a (special) class (of sinners) assigned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truly! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Muttaqûn (pious and righteous persons) will be amidst Gardens and water-springs (Paradise)&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(It will be said to them): 'Enter therein (Paradise), in peace and security.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And We shall remove from their chests any sense of injury (that they may have), (So they will be like) brothers facing each other on thrones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No sense of fatigue shall touch them, nor shall they (ever) be asked to leave it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Declare (O Muhammad ) unto My slaves, that truly, I am the Oft-Forgiving, the Most-Merciful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that My Torment is indeed the most painful torment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-8409732376305347348?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/8409732376305347348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=8409732376305347348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8409732376305347348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8409732376305347348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/surah-al-hijr-39-50.html' title='Surah Al Hijr 39-50'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-7268660319761894744</id><published>2009-12-19T01:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:06:54.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A calamity that makes you turn to Allah is better for you then a blessing which makes you forget the remembrance of Allah.&lt;br /&gt;(Shaykh Ibn Taymiyyah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To completely trust in God is to be like a child who knows deeply that even if he does not call for the mother, the mother is totally aware of his condition and is looking after him.&lt;br /&gt;(Imam Al Ghazali)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-7268660319761894744?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-1039638963259335368</id><published>2009-12-17T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:06:41.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute solat? Think again.</title><content type='html'>He remembered his grandmother’ s warning about praying on time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’My son, you shouldn’t leave prayer to this late time’. His grandmother’ s  age was 70 but, whenever she heard the Adhan, she got up like an arrow and  performed Salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, however could never win over his ego to get up and pray. Whatever he  did, his Salah was always the last to be offered and he prayed it quickly  to get it in on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, he got up and realized that there were only 15 minutes  left before Salat-ul Isha. He quickly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul  Maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While making Tasbih, he again remembered his grandmother and was  embarrassed by how he had prayed. His grandmother prayed with such  tranquillity and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began making Dua and went down to make Sajdah and stayed like that for  a while. He had been at work all day and was tired, very tired. He awoke  abruptly to the sound of noise and shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sweating profusely. He looked around. It was very crowded. Every  direction he looked in was filled with people. Some stood frozen looking  around, some were running left and right and some were on their knees with  their heads in their hands just waiting. Pure fear and apprehension filled  him as he realized where he was. His heart was about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Day of Judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was alive, he had heard many things about the questioning on the  Day of Judgment, but that seemed so long ago. Could this be something his  mind made up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the wait and the fear were so great that he could not have imagined  this.  The interrogation was still going on. He began moving frantically  from people to people to ask if his name had been called. No one could  answer him. All of a sudden his name was called and the crowd split into  two and made a passageway for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two angels grabbed his arms and led him forward. He walked with unknowing  eyes through the crowd. The angels brought him to the centre and left him  there. His head was bent down and his whole life was passing in front of  his eyes like a movie. He opened his eyes but saw only another world. The  people were all helping others. He saw his father running from one lecture to the other, spending his wealth in the way of Islam. His mother invited guests to their house and one table was being set while the other was being cleared.  He pleaded his case, ‘I too was always on this path. I helped others. I spread the word of Allah. I performed my Salah. I fasted in the month of Ramadhan.’ ‘Whatever Allah ordered us to do, I did.’ ’Whatever he ordered us not to do, I did not.’  He began to cry and think about how much he loved Allah. He knew that whatever he had done in life would be less than what Allah deserved and his only protector was Allah He was sweating like never before and was shaking all over. His eyes were fixed on the scale, waiting for the final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, the decision was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two angels with sheets of paper in their hands, turned to the crowd. His legs felt like they were going to collapse. He closed his eyes as they began to read the names of those people who were to enter Jahannam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was read first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell on his knees and yelled that this couldn’t be, ‘How could I go to Jahannam? I served others all my life, I spread the word of Allah to&lt;br /&gt;others.’  His eyes had become blurry and he was shaking with sweat. The two angels took him by the arms. As his feet dragged, they went through the crowd and advanced toward the blazing flames of Jahannam. He was yelling and wondered if there was any person who was going to help him. He was yelling of all the good deeds he had done, how he had helped his father, his fasts, prayers, the Noble Qur’an hat he read, he was asking if none of them would help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jahannam angels continued to drag him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had gotten closer to the Hellfire. He looked back and these were his last pleas. Had not Rasulullah [SAW] said, ‘How clean would a person be who bathes in a river five times a day, so too does the Salah performed five times cleanse someone of their sins?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began yelling, ‘My prayers? My prayers? My prayers?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two angels did not stop, and they came to the edge of the abyss of Jahannam. The flames of the fire were burning his face. He looked back one last time, but his eyes were dry of hope and he had nothing left in him. One of the angels pushed him in. He found himself in the air and falling towards the flames. He had just fallen five or six feet when a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.&lt;br /&gt;He lifted his head and saw an old man with a long white beard.  He wiped some dust off himself and asked him, ‘Who are you?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man replied, ‘I am your prayers.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Why are you so late?! I was almost in the fire! You rescued me at the last minute before I fell in.’ The old man smiled and shook his head, ‘You always performed me at the last minute, did you forget?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that instant, he blinked and lifted his head from Sajdah. He was in a sweat. He listened to the voices coming from outside. He heard the Adhan for Salat-ul Isha. He got up quickly and went to perform Wudhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;A reminder for you and me(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-1039638963259335368?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/1039638963259335368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=1039638963259335368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/1039638963259335368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/1039638963259335368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/read-until-end-let-this-be-reminder-for.html' title='Last minute solat? Think again.'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2732026322440419159</id><published>2009-12-17T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:00:25.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Allâh burdens not a person beyond his scope. He gets reward for that (good) which he has earned, and he is punished for that (evil) which he has earned. "Our Lord! Punish us not if we forget or fall into error, our Lord! Lay not on us a burden like that which You did lay on those before us (Jews and Christians); our Lord! Put not on us a burden greater than we have strength to bear. Pardon us and grant us Forgiveness. Have mercy on us. You are our Maulâ (Patron, Suppor-ter and Protector, etc.) and give us victory over the disbelieving people." &lt;br /&gt;Surah Al Baqarah; 286&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough to effect the ebb and flow of the tides- not enough to upset my equilibrium. There were still 24 hours in the day and the sun still rose in the East and set in the West. I was at first afraid and thought I could see this even in my shadow, and that I could hear it when the quiet set in. It was just enough for me to feel when I stopped moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember playing tug of war as a child? Do you remember feeling the resistance of the rope as it slid back and forth between your hands? Do you remember surrendering to the pull for just a moment- and that brief respite, the relinquishment of control gave you the strength it took to keep going? And then just one more tug- and that simple combination of resistance and surrender- that was all you needed to win? There was something courageous and beautiful in that release and then acceptance of strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go. And if the world shifts for you, dear heart, know that wars will not wage, nor will great catastrophe occur. If it scares you or if you feel suddenly lost- look in the direction of the setting sun or count the hours in the day. Like my love for you, they are evermore, never less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Natalie Anne Erlanson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2732026322440419159?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2732026322440419159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2732026322440419159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2732026322440419159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2732026322440419159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/allah-burdens-not-person-beyond-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-3801091362411030400</id><published>2009-12-16T00:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:46:48.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bees.</title><content type='html'>"And whatever of blessings and good things you have, it is from Allâh. Then, when harm touches you, unto Him you cry aloud for help." &lt;br /&gt;Surah An Nahl; 53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever is with you, will be exhausted, and whatever with Allâh (of good deeds) will remain. And those who are patient, We will certainly pay them a reward in proportion to the best of what they used to do." &lt;br /&gt;Surah An Nahl; 96&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-3801091362411030400?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/3801091362411030400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=3801091362411030400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3801091362411030400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3801091362411030400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-whatever-of-blessings-and-good.html' title='The Bees.'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-5378461400460608782</id><published>2009-12-15T01:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:59:25.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="5"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0put0_a--Ng&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0put0_a--Ng&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storms are raging&lt;br /&gt;On the rolling sea&lt;br /&gt;And on the highway of regret&lt;br /&gt;Though winds of change&lt;br /&gt;Are throwing wild and free&lt;br /&gt;You ain't seen nothing&lt;br /&gt;Like me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Make your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Go to the ends&lt;br /&gt;Of the Earth for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-5378461400460608782?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/5378461400460608782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=5378461400460608782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5378461400460608782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5378461400460608782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/storms-are-raging-on-rolling-sea-and-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-5764895649249980466</id><published>2009-12-14T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:09:48.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“If you’re in prayer, take care of your heart; if you’re eating, take care of your throat; if you’re in another man’s house, take care of your eyes; if you are among people, take care of your tongue. Remember two matters and forget two matters: Remember Allah and death; forget any good that you have done to another &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and any evil that was done to you by another&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-5764895649249980466?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/5764895649249980466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=5764895649249980466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5764895649249980466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5764895649249980466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-youre-in-prayer-take-care-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-5585812822328845978</id><published>2009-12-14T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:10:44.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyURVNMgBqI/AAAAAAAABS8/NOASDI7d2-I/s1600-h/DSC_6937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyURVNMgBqI/AAAAAAAABS8/NOASDI7d2-I/s400/DSC_6937.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414753182999905954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Picture by Aidah R.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sesungguhnya tiada terlepas seseorang itu dari percakapan manusia. Maka orang yang berakal tiadalah dia mengambil pertimbangan melainkan kepada Allah S.W.T saja. Barang siapa mengenal kebenaran, itulah yang menjadi pertimbangannya dalam tiap-tiap satu."&lt;br /&gt;(Luqmanul Hakim.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-5585812822328845978?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/5585812822328845978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=5585812822328845978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5585812822328845978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5585812822328845978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/sesungguhnya-tiada-terlepas-seseorang.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyURVNMgBqI/AAAAAAAABS8/NOASDI7d2-I/s72-c/DSC_6937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-6785313927732963152</id><published>2009-12-13T01:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:29:53.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyPUf78mkpI/AAAAAAAABSs/ZrNICHqDRKY/s1600-h/DSC_6775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyPUf78mkpI/AAAAAAAABSs/ZrNICHqDRKY/s400/DSC_6775.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414404822162379410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by Aidah R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet (SAW) said: "You shall not enter Paradise until you believe, and you have not believed until you love one another. Shall I tell you of something you can do to make you love one another? Spread the greetings of Salam (peace) amongst yourselves (i.e. between each other).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6785313927732963152?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6785313927732963152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6785313927732963152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6785313927732963152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6785313927732963152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/picture-by-aidah-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyPUf78mkpI/AAAAAAAABSs/ZrNICHqDRKY/s72-c/DSC_6775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2116303488405165093</id><published>2009-12-11T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:28:17.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I showed you the answers,now here's the door.</title><content type='html'>I see your eyes,so gentle,so serene&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice,so calm,so comforting&lt;br /&gt;I hold your hand,so warm so content&lt;br /&gt;I lay in your arms,so firm,so assuring&lt;br /&gt;I know who you are,I want to know you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes,so wanting,so greedy&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice,so cold,so mocking&lt;br /&gt;I hold your hand,so reluctant,so tense&lt;br /&gt;I lay in your arms,so angry,so ignoring&lt;br /&gt;I know who you are,I rather not know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day and night uses the same sky&lt;br /&gt;Yet the sky contain two kinds of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2116303488405165093?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2116303488405165093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2116303488405165093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2116303488405165093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2116303488405165093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-showed-you-answersnow-heres-door.html' title='I showed you the answers,now here&apos;s the door.'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-9106048000942462013</id><published>2009-12-08T18:15:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:53:31.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made with love for love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/Sx46oV7SEWI/AAAAAAAABSc/8kx8Lv2FYEc/s1600-h/DSC_6494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/Sx46oV7SEWI/AAAAAAAABSc/8kx8Lv2FYEc/s320/DSC_6494.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412828266900885858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I did my first dessert today. Super super happy :D Alhamdullilah. Woke up from sleep and father asked when will I start my nak-belajar-buat-cake. I promised him the other day that I will do something sweet and soft for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of doing cocktail today because that's the only thing that I know and its easy,Kak Irah gave me the instruction the other day.But ayah didn't want that. He had dadih last Sunday(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;done by Kak Ina&lt;/span&gt;) and he wants it again so I called my cousin up and jot down the things that I need. Thank God! cume serbuk and evaporated milk aje(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/Sx46gFoQalI/AAAAAAAABSU/VbthUw4Ol_U/s1600-h/DSC_6464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/Sx46gFoQalI/AAAAAAAABSU/VbthUw4Ol_U/s320/DSC_6464.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412828125087165010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instruction were given at the back of the packaging but I kept on calling my cousin for confirmation Hahahaha :D &lt;br /&gt;Step 1 je da buat salah. I was suppose to boil the water with the sugar and milk together but instead,I only boiled the water "-.- So I had to re-do it all over again and it takes quite a long time for it to re-boil. I started to get impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/Sx428FMBIKI/AAAAAAAABSE/_-WjS604B68/s1600-h/DSC_6455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/Sx428FMBIKI/AAAAAAAABSE/_-WjS604B68/s320/DSC_6455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412824207958548642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/Sx43EwSzcKI/AAAAAAAABSM/u9hjEI6Ohdg/s1600-h/DSC_6492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/Sx43EwSzcKI/AAAAAAAABSM/u9hjEI6Ohdg/s320/DSC_6492.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412824356968689826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/Sx49hUuDvkI/AAAAAAAABSk/9VeTKbZSB1o/s1600-h/DSC_6501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/Sx49hUuDvkI/AAAAAAAABSk/9VeTKbZSB1o/s320/DSC_6501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412831444852784706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're now in the fridge and I can't wait for my mother to come home :D &lt;br /&gt;Im so proud that I did it! Alhamdullilah :D Happpppppppppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear dear father,&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for not being able to give you a spread. Im sorry that I do not know how to cook. I know that its my responsibility as a daughter,im really sorry. I hope this first dessert will make you proud of me :D Thank you ayah for being so patient. Thank you for not complaining when the coffee is bitter. Thank you for smiling when I asked if its okay. Thank you for not scolding me when I totally forget to make you coffee and tea. Thank you for being thankful. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for the compliment. Thank you for bringing me into this world despite not being beneficial to the household chores. Thank you for the love and sincerity. Thank you for Rafik Azadi. Thank you for everything. I love you Ayah,more than anything else in this world. I love you Ayah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-9106048000942462013?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/9106048000942462013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=9106048000942462013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/9106048000942462013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/9106048000942462013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/made-with-love-for-love.html' title='Made with love for love.'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/Sx46oV7SEWI/AAAAAAAABSc/8kx8Lv2FYEc/s72-c/DSC_6494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-6383515721689698435</id><published>2009-12-05T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:25:12.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Tak seorang pun dari ahli maksiat yang jauh dari Allah, dan tak seorang pun dari ahli ketaatan yang dekat dengan Allah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A believer sees his sins as if he were sitting under a mountain which, he is afraid, may fall on him; whereas the wicked person &lt;br /&gt;considers his sins as flies passing over his nose and he just drives them away like this.” Abu Shihab (the sub-narrator) moved his hand over his nose in illustration.&lt;br /&gt;(Hadith Bukhari)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6383515721689698435?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6383515721689698435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6383515721689698435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6383515721689698435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6383515721689698435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/tak-seorang-pun-dari-ahli-maksiat-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2967689582006197341</id><published>2009-12-04T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:03:38.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibn 'Ata'illah</title><content type='html'>"When He alienates you from His creatures,then know that &lt;br /&gt;He wants to open for you the door of intimacy with Himself"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2967689582006197341?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2967689582006197341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2967689582006197341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2967689582006197341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2967689582006197341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/12/ibn-ataillah.html' title='Ibn &apos;Ata&apos;illah'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-6796794559485449471</id><published>2009-11-30T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:33:51.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He has created man: He has imparted unto him articulate thought and speech. [At His behest] the sun and the moon run their appointed courses; the stars and the trees prostrate themselves [before Him]. And the skies has He raised high, and has devised [for all things] a measure, so that you [too, O men,] might never transgress the measure [of what is right]: weigh, therefore, [your deeds] with equity, and cut not the measure short!&lt;br /&gt;(55:3-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's start question in ourselves,isn't this proof enough for us or &lt;br /&gt;are we so blind to push it all aside? We just have to open our eyes, our hearts, and minds. We can't keep hiding from the truth, let it take us by surprise&lt;br /&gt;take us in the best way,guide us every single day. &lt;br /&gt;Why deny whats in front of your eyes,the biggest miracle of life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6796794559485449471?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6796794559485449471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6796794559485449471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6796794559485449471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6796794559485449471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-has-created-man-he-has-imparted-unto.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-7143931794567816494</id><published>2009-11-28T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:56:08.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sesungguhnya Allah membela orang yang beriman. Sungguh,Allah tidak menyukai setiap orang yang berkhianat dan kufur nikmat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Hajj; 38&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-7143931794567816494?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/7143931794567816494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=7143931794567816494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7143931794567816494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7143931794567816494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/11/sesungguhnya-allah-membela-orang-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-8895730205255185557</id><published>2009-11-22T23:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:15:27.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengorbanan.</title><content type='html'>Abdurrahman bin Auf yang terkenal dengan kekayaannya, meninggalkan seluruh hartanya dari dibawa ke Madinah bagi mengelak Kaum Quraisy Makkah menghalangnya berhijrah. Suhaib Ar-Rumi juga merupakan seorang yang teramat kaya, pergi berhijrah sehelai sepinggang tanpa harta meninggalkan gedungnya yang besar di Makkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uthman bin Affan mendermakan sebilangan hartanya untuk membeli mata air milik Yahudi di Madinah agar tidak berebut dengan orang islam. Belum dikira lagi sumbangannya terhadap ketenteraan Islam pada masa itu. Saidina Umar Al-Khattab menyumbangkan separuh hartanya untuk Islam. Saidina Abu Bakr pula menyumbangkan seluruh hartanya dan meninggalkan keluarganya Allah dan rasul sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saidina Ali, ketika peristiwa hijrah sanggup mempertaruhkan dirinya menggantikan Rasulullah SAW di katil baginda, tatkala kaum quraisy mengepung rumah Rasulullah SAW untuk membunuh baginda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Abu Talhah RA, menjadi dinding penghalang kepada panah-panah musuh di medan Uhud yang hendak menghujani Rasulullah SAW. Dia berdiri di hadapan Rasulullah, menghalang panah-panah dengan tubuhnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilal bin Rabah bertahan dengan batu besar di atas tubuhnya, di tengah padang pasir panas, dan tidak pula mengikut kata-kata tuannya, Umaiyah bin Khalaf untuk menukar agama. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sumaiyah, mati dalam keadaan disula oleh Abu Jahal kerana mempertahankan Islam. Asma’ binti Abu Bakr dilempang hingga subangnya tercabut apabila Abu Jahal memaksanya untuk memberitahu kedudukan Rasulullah SAW&lt;/span&gt; ketika baginda dan Abu Bakr bersembunyi di gua tsur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bara’ bin Malik RA memasukkan dirinya ke dalam manjanik, lalu menyuruh kaum muslimin melontarnya ke dalam kota penuh musuh agar dia mampu membuka pintu gerbang dari dalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Langit Ilahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-8895730205255185557?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/8895730205255185557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=8895730205255185557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8895730205255185557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8895730205255185557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/11/korban-pengorbanan.html' title='Pengorbanan.'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-6932122320629616113</id><published>2009-11-21T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:58:49.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SweBLwuFwaI/AAAAAAAABP4/LwoU7YK_KWM/s1600/DSC_6132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SweBLwuFwaI/AAAAAAAABP4/LwoU7YK_KWM/s400/DSC_6132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406431916738331042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by Aidah R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orked dah mula layu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6932122320629616113?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6932122320629616113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6932122320629616113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6932122320629616113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6932122320629616113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-by-aidah-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SweBLwuFwaI/AAAAAAAABP4/LwoU7YK_KWM/s72-c/DSC_6132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-4716444118665933753</id><published>2009-11-20T20:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:04:18.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SwaNJO-NnwI/AAAAAAAABPw/PWEo-Julj8U/s1600/DSC_6117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SwaNJO-NnwI/AAAAAAAABPw/PWEo-Julj8U/s400/DSC_6117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406163592482234114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture II by Aidah R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrated by Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;"When he went to his bed,he joined his hands and breathed into them,reciting into them al-ikhlas,al-falaq,an-nas. Then he would wipe as much of his body as he could"&lt;br /&gt;(Bukhari,Muslim)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-4716444118665933753?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/4716444118665933753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=4716444118665933753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4716444118665933753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4716444118665933753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/11/insensitive.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SwaNJO-NnwI/AAAAAAAABPw/PWEo-Julj8U/s72-c/DSC_6117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-7548689694085379186</id><published>2009-11-19T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:29:39.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SwTXqYQCpeI/AAAAAAAABPo/nuPk6KESGGs/s1600/DSC_6121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SwTXqYQCpeI/AAAAAAAABPo/nuPk6KESGGs/s400/DSC_6121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405682575815648738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by Aidah R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allah larang berzina, Allah larang pergaulan bebas, tetapi kita ingkar pada Allah SWT atas nama cinta dan sayang."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-7548689694085379186?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/7548689694085379186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=7548689694085379186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7548689694085379186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7548689694085379186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/11/allah-larang-berzina-allah-larang.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SwTXqYQCpeI/AAAAAAAABPo/nuPk6KESGGs/s72-c/DSC_6121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-883009793695245083</id><published>2009-11-18T14:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:34:51.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Iman letaknya di hati,suburkanlah dengan ilmu,bajainya dengan zikrullah.&lt;br /&gt;Ia menunjukkan jalan keredhaan Allah,benteng penghalang dosa.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang teguh iman sabar dengan ujian,di akhirat sana dia insan yang mulia."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-883009793695245083?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/883009793695245083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=883009793695245083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/883009793695245083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/883009793695245083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/11/iman-letaknya-di-hatisuburkanlah-dengan.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-7215368892406395933</id><published>2009-11-15T10:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:49:47.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If you ask me about love and what I know about it,my answer would be,its everything about Allah,the pure love to our souls. The one that make us whole and free. He's always watching us,guiding us and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He knows whats in our little heart&lt;/span&gt;,so when you lose your way,to Allah you should turn,that is His promise to you,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;will always be there&lt;/span&gt;. SubhanaAllah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-7215368892406395933?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/7215368892406395933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=7215368892406395933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7215368892406395933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7215368892406395933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-ask-me-about-love-and-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-6010843430911639319</id><published>2009-11-10T10:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:31:17.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Down to the earth I fell,with dripping wings. Heavy things won't fly&lt;br /&gt;and the sky might catch on fire and burn the axis of the world&lt;br /&gt;that's why I prefer a sunless sky to the glittering and stinging in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Gleaming in the dark sea I'm as light as air,floating there breathlessly.&lt;br /&gt;When the dream dissolves I open up my eyes and I realize that&lt;br /&gt;everything is shore-less sea. A weightlessness is passing over me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6010843430911639319?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6010843430911639319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6010843430911639319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6010843430911639319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6010843430911639319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-just-too-much-that-time-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2097431045479460526</id><published>2009-11-04T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:31:53.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we're staging.</title><content type='html'>"It just suggests that this is just what happiness is. It kind of hurts when the kind of words you write turn themselves into knives.&lt;br /&gt;Through timeless words,and priceless pictures we'll fly like birds not of this earth.&lt;br /&gt;Tides they turn,and hearts disfigure but that's no concern when we're wounded together"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2097431045479460526?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2097431045479460526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2097431045479460526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2097431045479460526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2097431045479460526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-were-staging.html' title='What we&apos;re staging.'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-1611301089753669718</id><published>2009-11-03T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:22:31.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning flower,&lt;br /&gt;I have long forgotten about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-1611301089753669718?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/1611301089753669718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=1611301089753669718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/1611301089753669718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/1611301089753669718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning-flower-i-have-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-479253206965329499</id><published>2009-10-31T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:25:12.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-479253206965329499?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/479253206965329499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=479253206965329499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/479253206965329499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/479253206965329499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/10/through-humor-you-can-soften-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-6146698700285927440</id><published>2009-10-25T21:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:14:10.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never been so afraid of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, when the Trumpet is blown, there will be no kinship among them that Day, nor will they ask of one another"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6146698700285927440?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6146698700285927440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6146698700285927440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6146698700285927440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6146698700285927440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-never-been-so-afraid-of-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-3267173802133962499</id><published>2009-10-22T20:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:37:55.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The importance of the prayer in Islam cannot be understated. It is the first pillar of Islam that the Prophet (peace be upon him) mentioned after mentioning the testimony of faith, by which one becomes a Muslim. It was made obligatory upon all the prophets and for all people. Allah has declared its obligatory status under majestic circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The importance of prayer is demonstrated in the many of the Prophet's statement. For example, the Prophet (peace be upon him) said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first matter that the slave will be brought to account for on the Day of Judgment is the prayer. If it is sound, then the rest of his deeds will be sound. And if it is bad, then the rest of his deeds will be bad." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The importance of the prayers lies in the fact that no matter what actions one performs in his life, the msot important aspect is one's relationship to Allah, that is, one's faith (imaan), God-consciousness (taqwa), sincerity (ikhlas) and worship of Allah (`ibaadah). This relationship with Allah is both demonstrated and put into practice, as well as improved and increased, by the prayer. Therefore, if the prayers are sound and proper, the rest of the deeds will be sound and proper; and if the prayers are not sound and proper, then the rest of the deeds will not be sound and proper, as the Prophet (peace be upon him) himself stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, the prayer is performed properly -- with true remembrance of Allah and turning to Him for forgiveness -- it will have a lasting effect on the person. After he finishes the prayer, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;his heart will be filled with the remembrance of Allah&lt;/span&gt;. He will be fearful &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;as well as hopeful of Allah&lt;/span&gt;. After that experience, he will not want to move from that lofty position to one wherein he disobeys Allah. Allah has mentioned this aspect of the prayer when He has said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bacalah kitab(Al Quran) yang telah diwahyukan kepadamu(Muhammad) dan laksanakanlah solat. Sesungguhnya solat itu mencegah dari (perbuatan) keji dan mungkar. Dan ketahuilah mengingat Allah(solat) itu lebih besar(keutamaanya dari ibadah yang lain). Allah mengetahui apa yang kamu kerjakan."&lt;br /&gt;(Surah Al-Ankabut; 45)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-3267173802133962499?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/3267173802133962499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=3267173802133962499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3267173802133962499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3267173802133962499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/10/importance-of-prayer-in-islam-cannot-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-2235448204249111516</id><published>2009-10-19T11:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:42:13.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One after another..</title><content type='html'>Account crashed,again. Photography files semua hilang,lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jadikanlah sabar dan shalat sebagai penolongmu&lt;/span&gt;. Dan sesungguhnya yang demikian itu sungguh berat, kecuali bagi  orang-orang yang khusyu’"&lt;br /&gt;- Surah Al-Baqarah ayat 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..dan jangan kamu berputus asa dari rahmat Allah. Sesungguhnya tiada&lt;br /&gt;berputus asa dari rahmat Allah, melainkan kaum yang kafir."&lt;br /&gt;- Surah Yusuf ayat 87&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-2235448204249111516?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/2235448204249111516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=2235448204249111516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2235448204249111516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/2235448204249111516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-after-another.html' title='One after another..'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-6526773101075458198</id><published>2009-10-16T19:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:34:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya Allah. Ya Rahim. Ya Salam. Ya Jabbar. Ya Mutakkabir. Ya Ghaffar. Ya Qahhar. Ya Basit.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Alim. Ya Rafi' Ya Mu'iz. &lt;br /&gt;Ya Rauf. Ya Waliy. &lt;strong&gt;Ya Mujib&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doakan semoga diperolehi ketenangan,kebahagian,kejayaan di dunia &amp; akhirat. Syukran.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6526773101075458198?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6526773101075458198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6526773101075458198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6526773101075458198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6526773101075458198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/10/nak-nangis.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-4887638554756461565</id><published>2009-10-14T22:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:15:07.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/StXmHSqXZMI/AAAAAAAABNo/5Lxdml5ne9k/s1600-h/DSC08270(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/StXmHSqXZMI/AAAAAAAABNo/5Lxdml5ne9k/s200/DSC08270(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392469141789041858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Verily, your Lord knows better, who (among men) has gone astray from His Path, and He knows better those who are guided"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-4887638554756461565?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/4887638554756461565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=4887638554756461565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4887638554756461565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/4887638554756461565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/10/verily-your-lord-knows-better-who-among.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/StXmHSqXZMI/AAAAAAAABNo/5Lxdml5ne9k/s72-c/DSC08270(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-427506262653293106</id><published>2009-09-29T19:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:33:11.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Do you know how eagles mate? They mate for life,and once a year they take off together on a conjugal flight.They soar to an unimaginable height,and then in midair,they lock their talons together and plunge to earth,mating as they fall. If all goes well,they pull apart just before they hit the ground and soar away together. But sometimes they crash and one or both are killed.We would like to hold on to our relationship together and mate for life like the eagles. But &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sometimes,destiny will lead to a different way&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Walk Through Life by Normah Kassim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have we not lifted up your heart,&lt;br /&gt;and relieved you of your burden&lt;br /&gt;which weighed down your back? &lt;br /&gt;And exalted thy fame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;With hardship comes ease&lt;br /&gt;Indeed with hardship comes ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have completed your task,resume your toil&lt;br /&gt;And seek your Lord with all fervour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surah Ash-Sharh 94:1-8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-427506262653293106?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/427506262653293106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=427506262653293106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/427506262653293106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/427506262653293106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-know-how-eagles-mate-they-mate.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-3696183245108730107</id><published>2009-09-23T20:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:41:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SroXFDpUrRI/AAAAAAAABMU/CWo0p7bD9Lk/s1600-h/DSC_5364-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SroXFDpUrRI/AAAAAAAABMU/CWo0p7bD9Lk/s400/DSC_5364-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384641680120261906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SroXP_8tcAI/AAAAAAAABMc/UEYXiDnt5Lg/s1600-h/DSC_5149(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SroXP_8tcAI/AAAAAAAABMc/UEYXiDnt5Lg/s400/DSC_5149(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384641868106395650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seventh&lt;/span&gt;, and this is the most wonderful, the heart being soft, subdued and meek before Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ninth&lt;/span&gt;, sitting with the beloved and sincere, benefitting from the most fruitful of their speech. And not to speak unless speaking is more beneficial and you know that it will improve your state and be beneficial to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tenth&lt;/span&gt;, remaining away from every cause that comes between the heart and Allah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-3696183245108730107?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/3696183245108730107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=3696183245108730107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3696183245108730107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/3696183245108730107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SroXFDpUrRI/AAAAAAAABMU/CWo0p7bD9Lk/s72-c/DSC_5364-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-8394104632877973830</id><published>2009-09-20T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:38:56.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When my heart became constricted and my paths became narrow,&lt;br /&gt;I took my hope in Your pardon and forgiveness as an escape"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eid mubarak! Mohon maaf zahir &amp;batin(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-8394104632877973830?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/8394104632877973830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=8394104632877973830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8394104632877973830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8394104632877973830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-my-heart-became-constricted-and-my.html' 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sejati.&lt;br /&gt;O Allah yang maha Pengasih lagi maha Pengampun,&lt;br /&gt;cabutlah noda hitam di hati kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-9064760973736342995?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/9064760973736342995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=9064760973736342995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/9064760973736342995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/9064760973736342995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/09/munajatku-dalam-syahdumerindui.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-5551487545521209213</id><published>2009-09-13T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:20:57.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lailatul qadar or not,what I've gone through last night(Qiam @ Al-Mutaqqin) is priceless and very special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-5551487545521209213?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-273742642248416356</id><published>2009-09-08T21:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:28:42.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I practice every day to find some clever lines to say to make the meaning come through&lt;br /&gt;But then I think I'll wait until the evening&lt;br /&gt;gets late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-273742642248416356?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/273742642248416356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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He was asked why (he offered such an unbearable prayer) and he said, &lt;br /&gt;"should I not be a thankful slave."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-6133310204558948786?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/6133310204558948786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=6133310204558948786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6133310204558948786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/6133310204558948786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/08/prophet-used-to-stand-in-prayer-or-pray.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-8047311265916604043</id><published>2009-08-24T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T05:23:39.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Narrated Anas:&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet said, &lt;br /&gt;"If you knew that which I know, you would laugh little and weep much."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-8047311265916604043?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/8047311265916604043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=8047311265916604043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8047311265916604043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/8047311265916604043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cannot-stop-thinking-about-siti.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-7186963481411936398</id><published>2009-08-20T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:29:24.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something better,something different.</title><content type='html'>The month of Ramadhan is just around the corner,I sincerely apologize for the wrongs that I've done and the hurt that I've caused unintentionally(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Ramadhan and may Allah swt accept our amalan through out.&lt;br /&gt;Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Prophet (peace be upon him) said:&lt;br /&gt;Verily Shaytan runs in the Son of Adam like blood. Therefore, constrain the passageways of Shaytan with hunger. [al-Bukhari and Muslim]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-7186963481411936398?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/7186963481411936398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=7186963481411936398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7186963481411936398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/7186963481411936398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/08/month-of-ramadhan-is-just-around-corner.html' title='Something better,something different.'/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-5782544519475811500</id><published>2009-08-13T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:32:25.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is too numb to feel any lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-5782544519475811500?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/5782544519475811500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=5782544519475811500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5782544519475811500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/5782544519475811500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-too-numb-to-feel-any-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534575356022688318.post-9173507051559228390</id><published>2009-08-09T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:15:27.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s533.photobucket.com/albums/ee340/aiderasid/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_3485.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee340/aiderasid/DSC_3485.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s533.photobucket.com/albums/ee340/aiderasid/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_3645.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee340/aiderasid/DSC_3645.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning I woke up and was already running late,for both fajr and the event. I checked my phone and wondered if I would cause any anger to some parties whom I've promised to be on time. I picked the long one,where there's a cut but kept it unseen with another white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me only 3 hours until I walk out from that sliding door with something different,I smiled over the compliment the lady gave and picked up the falling papers that slip off from her hand -that was when I saw the little scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the stairs,out from the musollah level and that was when I stumble into a handsome young man. &lt;br /&gt;I exit the gate and knew I'll never come near it again,so I took the other route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dan janganlah kamu mendekati zina; sesungguhnya zina itu adalah suatu perbuatan yang keji dan suatu jalan yang buruk."&lt;br /&gt;surah Al-Isra,ayat 32.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534575356022688318-9173507051559228390?l=augustgale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/feeds/9173507051559228390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3534575356022688318&amp;postID=9173507051559228390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/9173507051559228390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534575356022688318/posts/default/9173507051559228390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgale.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-are-raw.html' title=''/><author><name>Augustgale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745181135164268938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQJ3N425VHo/SyoggaiCxSI/AAAAAAAABTI/8hcWBDzADqQ/S220/DSC_7049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
