"A beautiful heart"

The more hurt and pain you have gone thru in life, the stronger and more beautiful your heart will be..am not sure about it..but i think it can be true..

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces missing.

The people stared. How can he say his heart is more beautiful?? they thought. The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.

The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.

They embraced and walked away side by side..love will keep us together; regardless of races, religions or watever..as long as we love each other..as a human at least, we will live in peace & harmony..

LOOK INTO MY EYES-Outlandish

Look into my eyes-Outlandish (Palestine's Song)

Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see.
You don’t see a damn thing,
’cause you can’t possibly relate to me.

You’re blinded by our differences.
My life makes no sense to you.
I’m the persecuted Palestinian.
You’re the American red, white and blue.

Each day you wake in tranquility,
No fears to cross your eyes.
Each day I wake in gratitude,
Thanking God He let me rise.

You worry about your education
And the bills you have to pay.
I worry about my vulnerable life
And if I’ll survive another day.

Your biggest fear is getting ticketed
As you cruise your Cadillac.
My fear is that the tank that just left
Will turn around and come back.

American, do you realize,
That the taxes that you pay
Feed the forces that traumatize
My every living day?

The bulldozers and the tanks,
The gases and the guns,
The bombs that fall outside my door,
All due to American funds.

Yet do you know the truth
Of where your money goes?
Do you let your media deceive your mind?
Is this a truth that no one knows?

You blame me for defending myself
Against the ways of Zionists.
I’m terrorized in my own land
And I’m the terrorist?

You think you know all about terrorism
But you don’t know it the way I do,
So let me define the term for you,
And teach you what you thought you knew.

I’ve known terrorism for quite some time,
Fifty-five years and more.
It’s the fruitless garden uprooted in my yard.
It’s the bulldozer in front of my door.

Terrorism breathes the air I breathe.
It’s the checkpoint on my way to school.
It’s the curfew that jails me in my own home,
And the penalties of breaking that curfew rule.

Terrorism is the robbery of my land,
And the torture of my mother,
The imprisonment of my innocent father,
The bullet in my baby brother.

So American, don’t tell me you know about
The things I feel and see.
I’m terrorized in my own land
And the blame is put on me.

But I will not rest, I shall never settle
For the injustice my people endure.
Palestine is our land and there we’ll remain
Until the day our homeland is secure.

And if that time shall never come,
Then we will never see a day of peace.
I will not be thrown from my own home,
Nor will my fight for justice cease.

And if I am killed, it will be in Falasteen.
It’s written on my every breath.
So in your own patriotic words,
Give me liberty or give me death.

look into my eyes - Outlandish

AKU MARAH!!!! AKU SANGAT-SANGAT MARAH!!!

Salam buat semua rakan bloggers..

Lama tidak menulis, bukan kerana ketandusan idea tapi kerana bermacam-macam masalah tentang kehidupan yang menuntut masa dan pengorbanan dari bermacam segi..mental, fikizal, wang ringgit dan pengorbanan dari saya, jadi cara terbaik ialah untuk saya selesaikan dahulu segala permasalahan yang sedang membelenggu diri saya..Alhamdulillah segalanya telah selesai, seperti yang saya harapkan..dipanjatkan syukur ke hadrat Ilahi atas segala ketentuanNya..dan tak lupa terima kasih atas doa-doa kalian sahabat-sahabat dan dari kekuatan yang dipinjamkan itu, segalanya telah saya lalui dengan tenang dan tabah..hasrat hati ingin berehat barang sehari dua sebelum menulis lagi, tadi dek kerana terlalu marah, saya menulis juga..mungkin inilah sekecil-kecil pertolongan yang dapat saya lakukan..tapi bukan topik tentang saya yang ingin diutarakan kali ini, segala permasalahan yang saya hadapi ini jika dibandingkan amatlah kecil, mungkin hanya sebesar hama dari apa yang berlaku pada saudara kita; Palestine.

Hari demi hari kita lalui, satu demi satu peristiwa yang kita hadapi semuanya jika difikirkan terlalulah kecil dan masih lagi bisa diselesaikan dan setidak-tidaknya tidaklah terlalu memudaratkan fikir saya, jika kita buka mata, telinga dan hati dengan merenung sejenak foto-foto yang saya muatkan di sini..terlalu kejam, menitis air mata bila satu demi satu foto saya tatap, saya amati..terus saya tutup dan buka kembali..terus-terang saya katakan, saya tak sanggup, tak tergamak dan tak dapat  membayangkan..cuba saya yakinkan diri saya sendiri, semua ini hanyalah ilustrasi foto dan mungkin ia hanya sekadar mainan jurugambar..tapi hakikatnya TIDAK!!! Inilah yang berlaku pada saudara-saudara kita di sana; Palestine..melihatkan anak-anak yang tak berdosa, nyawa-nyawa mereka semacam tidak berharga dijadikan permainan oleh Yahudi yang kejam..

Cuba kita bayangkan andainya foto-foto ini digantikan dengan wajah anak-anak kita yang kita cintai dan insan-insan yang kita sayangi..sanggupkah kita untuk bayangkan?? Mampukah kita walau hanya sekadar membayangkan?? TIDAK!!! Air mata ini tak mampu saya tahan lagi bila membayangkan sekiranya ini yang terpaksa ditempuhi oleh anak-anak kita yang tak berdosa, yang tidak mengerti apa-apa tapi terpaksa menghadapi hari-hari yang sebegini..anak-anak yang ingin bersekolah, yang hanya ingin menuntut ilmu yang  bila paginya melangkah keluar dari rumah tapi petangnya belum tentu dia bisa pulang dan kembali bersama ibunya, belum pasti apakah dia dapat menikmati hari esok..tak dapat saya bendung lagi air mata dari terus menitis..saya juga insan yang lemah seperti anda, malah lebih lemah anak-anak kecil di Palestine yang hatinya waja dan cekal untuk terus berjuang demi mempertahankan tanah air mereka; Palestine..saya tak mampu mengangkat senjata seperti anak-anak ini. Andainya saya berada di tempat anak-anak ini, saya juga tak pasti apakah saya seberani mereka?? Mungkin tidak..apa yang mampu saya lakukan amatlah kecil sumbangan saya buat mereka, dan saya amat berharap dengan sekecil-kecil sumbangan ini mampu saya satukan dan sedarkan sahabat-sabahat sekalian untuk bersatu, ya umat Islam perlu bersatu..untuk kita terus berdoa dan bantu saudara-saudara kita di sana..buang ke tepi segala masalah yang kita hadapi kerana apa yang mereka lalui adalah lebih besar dari apa yang kita lalui..hari ini saya sedar, saya yang selalu merungut kadang-kadang pada kesusahan yang terpaksa saya lalui sebenarnya tidaklah sesusah mana pun jika dibandingkan dengan mereka..kadangkala kita lupa, makan kita yang tidak sedap, tapi kita masih punya makan..kereta kita cumalah kancil, tapi kita masih berkereta, rumah kita terlalu sempit, tapi kita masih punya tempat tinggal..ini yang selalu kita gusarkan walhal jika kita buka mata dan minda..masih ada lagi persoalan yang lebih berat yang perlu dilalui oleh insan lain..saya bangga dengan Palestine, amat-amat bangga..kerana mereka bangsa yang terpilih untuk melalui semua ini..meski satu demi satu nyawa mereka melayang setiap saat, setiap ketika tapi takkan lenyap bangsa Palestine dari bumi Allah ini..biar itu yang cuba dilakukan Yahudi.  Berjuanglah dan teruslah berjuang, saudaraku di Palestine, andai terkorban, syahid itu adalah milikmu..

Buat sahabat bloggers sekalian, marilah kita berdoa setiap hari agar saudara Palestine kita terus tabah dan dilindungi Allah SWT dan semoga Allah beri balasan yang setimpal terhadap Yahudi laknatullah! Amin..

Palestine..try not to cry, you r not alone..Allah's with u and we will always be with you..& one day Palestine will be free, dats Allah's promise..