Sunday, October 25, 2009

the kite runner~



It was suppose to be just an ordinary paperback book bought from a warehouse sale for a friction of the price-rm10.
Never did i expect a single book to actually alter the way i viewed and perceived life altogether.
Those expensive coach handbags and shoes bought stacked in the corner of the room suddenly became an eyesore for me to look at. Not only did it remind me of my greediness and my self absorved selfish manner of spending money on useles junks, it caused me excrutiating pain to contemplate what that amount of money could have done for needy ones suffering in every corner of the globe.

-thanx to the book for awakening the human in me-

Lust;nafsu. One of the seven deadly sins that grips over human beings. The addcition converts us from slaves of Allah swt to beings worst than animals. Whether it concerns lust literally(raping) or the lust for things that we purchase and acquire. The rat race of feeling superior and owning the latest gadgets to gain admiration and dignity in society drags us far from the shadows of wanting to be a humble person and followin 'sunnah nabi saw'. We are all greedy in various ways; greedy for love, attention, family, banknotes, status..etc. When did we become so self absorbed that we forgot the fundamental teachings of religion; of Islam? Rather than spending and acquiring worldly goods, we should be donating to charity, donating to orphans, paying zakats, and allocating the money into good use for the future generations of our bloodline.


Reading the book unravelled the side of me that was overshadowed by greed and lust. I hope i would be able to have the oppurtunity to atleast watch the movie with Zaidarlin.
(he loathes readin books)


I would only describe the book in a single word;
MASTERPIECE.

the beginning~

Its been ages since i last remember considering the act of starting my very own blog. I am still in awe that i actually started blogging-today.
I used to love to scribble on my journal a.k.a diary during my sophomore years in high school..the nostalgic whirlwind of memories still occupying the back of my head as if high school happened just yesterday. I can proudly say that i loved my hgh school years-mainly bacause i met the most dearest person to my heart there.
=)
Anyway, the thought of pouring my heart out in a piece of parchment seemed somehow kinky to me. Maybe the thoughts alluding to mummy one day reading it and unravelling my deepest secrets makes me wanna scream my lungs out; i hate her for doing it. Alas, i figured out that i possibly can scribble down my emotions without mummy actually coming in the picture and decipher it-hence-blog!
(of course im never allowing anyone to discover it)
=p