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"Do what you love and you'll be good at it. Sounds simple enough. But what if you love reading comics, playing video games and watching korean dramas until your eyes pop out? Is it possible to make a career out of such things? What's the alternative? Spend all your time wishing you were brave enough to take that leap? Don't let fear stop you from doing what you love. Because ultimately, it's about being true to yourself."


Tuesday, 12 July 2011



When I received an SMS from my school mate about the death of our old friend, it startled me at first. I felt like I wanted to cry but I couldn't. It was hard. I don't know why. It felt like my eyes stopped my tears from running down my cheeks. I couldn't cry. Arghh, it frustrated me! Is it because the news is too shocking for all of us or we couldn't accept the fact that we lost our close friend? 

But, when I thought back, suddenly the answer came into my mind. Only He knows everything and there must be wisdom behind everything.

Remembering about the death of our friend (Abdul Hadi Nordin) it makes me ponder about this scary term. "Death." I'm wondering, when will be my turn to return to Him? Will it be next year, next month, next week, next day or could it be a few minutes later? Na'udhubillah... Seriously we will never know when we will leave this world. That's why it's very necessary to prepare ourselves earlier, in case He will call us any time without we realise.

Hadi's death remind me of one of  Emily Dickinson's poem about death. 

Let me share with you here:

Because I Could not Stop for Death

Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.

We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—

Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—

Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity—

So, what say you? Are you ready to join me preparing ourselves before we meet Him?

Wake up and stop dreaming. Let's start the engine.

Note: From Him we came and to Him we shall return... Al-Fatihah to Abdul Hadi. May he be placed among the people who are faithful to God. Amin.

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