Un maestro preguntó a sus discípulos:
“¿Por qué gritamos con rabia? ¿Por qué la gente se grita cuando están molestos?
Los discípulos pensaron un rato, y uno de ellos dijo:
“Porque perdemos la calma,… será por eso? ”
“Pero, ¿por qué gritar cuando la otra persona está a tu lado? ¿No es posible hablar con él o ella con una voz suave? ¿Por qué le gritas a una persona cuando estás enojado?”
Los discípulos le dieron algunas otras respuestas pero ninguna de ellas satisfacía al maestro.
Finalmente explicó:
“Cuando dos personas están enojadas, sus corazones se alejan mucho. Para cubrir esa distancia deben gritar para poder escucharse entre sí. Mientras más enojados estén, más fuerte tendrán que gritar para escucharse uno a otro a través de esa gran distancia.”
Entonces el maestro le preguntó:
“¿Qué sucede cuando dos personas se enamoran? No se nota en cada uno sino que se hablan suavemente, ¿por qué? Debido a que sus corazones están muy cerca. La distancia entre ellos es muy pequeña …
Y por fin dijo:
“Cuando se aman aún más, ¿qué sucede?
No hablan, sólo susurran y se tienen aún más cerca el uno al otro en su amor.
“Finalmente no necesitan siquiera susurrar, sólo se miran el uno al otro y eso es todo. Así es como están cerca dos personas cuando se aman.”

silence is such a beautiful thing

like a thick wool blanket, it keeps us warm from the cold realities of this life, it keeps us sane in times of utterly illogical insanity, it muffles out everything we don't wish to hear or deal with at the moment. we look to it like a distraught child does to its mother. distraught and lost in the confounding complexity of this life, longing for the safety and calm that we find in its embrace.

and yet, silence is the refuge of cowards. silence is safety, yes. but it is one that lulls us into a perpetual state of inaction. it blunts the tongue and dulls the mind. it is the white flag that we raise before we even go into battle, trembling pathetically even as we do so.

silence is me.

Desire makes us forget. It makes us instinctively disregard any and everything that comes in the way of our self-deluded vision of the world. Like intoxicated spiders, we unknowingly start spinning our own invisible threads of speculation, foolishly trying to link together randomly meaningless details and events into an equally incongruous web of fantasies. Rarely do we ever realize - before it's too late, that is - that the webs we were so passionately making, were slowly becoming our own objects of torture; binding us in a cocoon of stupidity and childish hopes.

I have fallen in love,
I think...

Is not love
That which warms the soul?
Like the rays of sunlight that fill me with strength

Is not love
That which tenderly caresses?
Like the wind whose soft tendrils comb my hair

Is not love
That which selflessly comforts?
Like the rain whose gentle tears accompany my own

But above all,
Is not love
That which reminds me of You?
Like the waves that prostrate in worship along the shore,
Like the trees whose hands are forever raised in prayer,
Like the soil that yields in silent adoration.

Yes,
I have fallen in love
With every element of this world that You have weaved into being
The rain and moon,
Sun and wind,
Sky and sea.

And like true love,
I seek not to own nor alter,
But simply to relish in the joy of being in their presence
And care for them with heart and soul.

don't know if this should be poetry or prose?

Ya Allah, Engkau telah jadikan sebuah bara api berkobar di dalam hatiku,
Bara api yang lahir tidak lain karena cinta yang begitu besar kepadaMu,
Dan kesedihan atas bulan suciMu yang telah berlalu..

Oleh karenanya..
JANGANlah Engkau padamkan api ini Ya Rabb!

Kipasilah ia dengan hembusan cobaan-cobaan dariMu
Yang pada akhirnya dapat membuatnya berkobar lebih tinggi!

Berikanlah ia kayu-kayu rezekiMu,
Bukan untuk sekedar ditimbun dan disayang-sayangi,
Tapi untuk diolah sebagai bahan bakar,
Agar bisa bertahan di dunia ini,
Memberikan kehangatan bagi orang-orang yang melindunginya

Dan tempatkanlah ia Ya Allah,
Di dalam lindungan orang-orang yang Engkau cintai,
Agar ia pun senantiasa menjadi dzat yang lembut dan peduli.

...

Dikala bara api membakar di hati,
Perbanyak dzikir mengingat Sang Ilahi
Niscaya kalbu pun akan tentram lagi
Dan kembali pada jalan yang diridhoi

Allahumma inni as'aluka hubbak, wa hubba man yuhibbuk, wa'l-'amala 'lladhi yuballighuni hubbak

“O Allah, I ask of You to grant me Your love, and the love of those who love You, and the love of those actions which will bring me to Your love.”

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Sabda Rasulullah shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam, “Jika datang suatu kedudukan mulia dari Allah untuk seorang hamba yang mana ia belum mencapainya dengan amalannya, maka Allah akan memberinya musibah pada tubuhnya atau hartanya atau anaknya, lalu Allah akan menyabarkannya hingga mencapai kedudukan mulia yang datang kepadanya.” (HR. Imam Ahmad. Dan hadits ini terdapat dalam silsilah Al-Haadits Ash-shahihah 2599)

L.U.C.K. + ng-indo dikit + miscellaneous etc gajelas

I truly am lucky. God gave me the chance to be a part of so many different communities. So many different friends. So many different families. I’ve shared happiness and tears, hysterical laughter and sulky silences with them. Each and every one of them. So many of them I’ve almost lost count now, but whom I’ll never, ever lose from my memories.

So many of us are so engrossed in our own selfish aims that we forget that there are other people besides the usual me, myself, and I. We forget that there are also ‘we’s and ‘us’ in our human vocabulary and our human lives. And so, many of us have become beings that are trapped in our isolation. We blame the world for our sorrows. We curse God for letting us drown in our misery. We shun our families for all that they’ve failed to give us. When really it is us that have been depriving our own selves.