History of history

A weird story wanna to tell everybody who read this entry but I think its has its own significance and ‘hikmah’.Today maybe a history of myself.27 Ramadhan 1428H

I’ve never thought that I’ll do what I’ve done today.The second year I’m fasting and celebrating the ‘beutifulness’ of Ramadhan in Misr. And the second time to I cannot ‘khatam’ the Holy Quran in Ramadhan.And the second time I’m unable to fill the last ten days with ‘itikaf and other worship actions.The second time I cannot fasting in last ten days perfectly.(Takde rezeki lagi..isk3)

I’ve heard from last year that Imam Jibril will be in Masjid ‘Amru al-‘As every 27 of Ramadhan.And today is the day.They,my beloved friends spending their time tonight to ‘itikaf at Masjid Amru.(Ya Allah berilah aku peluang untuk menikmati 10 terakhir Ramadhan di Mesir dengan sempurna dalam tempoh 6tahun ni..)I’m jealous with them.

But today,although having the ‘public holiday’.I still went to Masjid ‘Amru.I have said to myself before I’ll be in there today,in this year.Alhamdulillah.Biiznillah.I managed to get there after maghrib.I could hear the ‘voice of great Imam’ Syeikh Muhammad Jibril today.I could listen to his ‘khutbah’.(Sampai pecah suara Imam bagi khutbah walaupun sebenarnya tak perlu jadi camtu sbb dh guna mic).Subhanallah.He is really a great person.He could make not just most of the Cairo’s residence but what I saw was the 'ummah' itself gathered there.He could touch their ‘hearts’ with his short khutbah.He could make them ‘cry’ because of Allah.Because of ‘INNI AKHAFULLAH’ including myself.I could not stop my tears listening to his khutbah.Listening to the ‘tilawah’ of the Quran.It was a great feeling.

Its worth it.All the ‘makcik and pakcik’ were angry of us.For the first time,wearing baju kurung I climb n jump from the car.Just like the 'action movie'.A little twelve years old girl help us.Her name was Iman.(May Allah send you to Jannah for helping us).For the first time I’ve been pushed by thousands of jamaah.For the first time I dare to face the adventurous road because of just want to listen to the Imam.No matter how crazy its seems or how ‘buang mase’ it is for others,I’m glad to do it.And one of the ‘makcik’ were very mad of us,because we didn’t pray and just sitting on the vespa.(what to do makcik.I’ve wished to,but I can’t).All for the first time.But Alhamdulillah.It’s very sweet.(Actually I want to see the imam,but I’ve to get home early or wait for one hour to pass the jamaah after solat.Takde rezeki nak tengok Imam lagi)

Although facing obstacles to pass the ‘ocean of jamaah’.My heart was very,very,very thankful to Allah.For the first time I saw thousands of muslimin and muslimat gathered until the whole road was closed for traffic.(memang kalah Sure Heboh or konsert2 kat Malaysia).I wish I could see this amazing scenery in my own country.(Ya Allah.izinkanlah aku menyaksikannya..)Subhanallah.MasyaAllah.Although I’ve not been send to the Europe countries,although my ‘elaun’ do not raise until 98%(actually never increase).Altough I’ve been send to 3^rd world country.I’ve falled in love with Ardul kinanah.It taught me a lot how to live,how to learn Islam ,how to appreciate Iman, how to love and believe in Allah more than everything.

Alhamdulillah ‘ala kulli hal

Written at:27 Ramadhan 1428h(12.30am)

p/s:sorry lame takde entry dalam blog ni.I miss Andalus so much,but still don’t have time to write about it.