THE ART of LETTING go

Why do we have to part while the love is still there?
Why do we have to suffer?
Why do we have to cry when somebody bids goodbye?
Why do beginnings have to end?
Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end?


There are questions left unanswered,
words left unsaid,
letters left unread,
poems left undone,
songs left unsung,
love left unexpressed,
promises left unfulfilled.

In a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is
saying goodbye and letting go.
It is as hard as breaking a crystal
because you'll never know
when you will be able to pick up the pieces again.

More often than not, they who go,
do not feel the pain of parting,
it is they who stay behind that suffer,
because they are left with memories of a love
that was meant to be, a love that was.

At the beginning and at the end of a relationship,
we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone.
Unfair as it may seem,
but that's the way love goes.

That's the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of
falling in love.
After all, nothing is constant but change.
Everything will eventually come to its end
without us knowing when,
without us knowing how,
without us even knowing why.
And we must not forget because we have to but
because we HAVE TO.

In letting go,
sorrows come not as a single spy but in batallion.
It seems that everywhere you go,
everything you do,
every song you hear,
every turn of your head,
every move of your body,
every beat of your heart,
every blink of your eye and every breath you take,
always reminds you of him.
It's like a stab of a knife,
a torture in the night.

Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated
when only one person is missing.
Just imagine, there are billion people on earth
and yet it seems you feel LONELY and empty
without the other.

I don't know if it's worth calling an art,
but letting go entails special skills sparkled with a
considerable space and time.
Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on
our part.
Acceptance plays a part.

Sometimes we have to part
because of circumstances beyond our control.
We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for
others.
We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains.
Every beginning has its end like every dawn has its
dusk.
It's something we can't control, something we had
to live up.

It's over.
He's gone.
But life has to go on.
Goodbye DOESN'T always mean forever.
There WILL always be a place and time
where questions will be answered,
words will be spoken,
letters will be read,
poems will be recited in the night,
songs will be sung in harmony,
love will be expressed in solitude
and promises will be fulfilled.

Somewhere. Somehow. Someday..

SALASILAH BENDAHARA PADANG SAUJANA : LELUHUR RAJA AHMAD

SIla KLIK pada RAJAH untuk memperbesarkan RAJAHNYA

Di katakan dari kajian keturunan TUN HABAB ini adalah dari keturunan al aidarus yang datang ke Indonesia dari Yaman Hadramaut. Keturunan beliau adalah dari Sayyid Abdullah al Aidarus.

Kedatangan keturunan Al Aidarus ini adalah gelombang pertama dari kedatangan ahlulbait RSAW dan telah berasimilasi dengan penduduk nusantara melalui perkahwinan sehinggakan keturunan ini meninggalkan gelaran Sayyid/Habib mereka dengan memakai gelaran kebangsawanan.

Sayyid Aiddarus (Abdullah al Aidrus) leluhur dari kajian di dapati bersusurgalur kepada RSAW, wallahualam.

Saya perturunkan di sini, salasilah susurgalur itu bermula dari Tun Habab Abd Majid (1688-1697), gelarannya Bendahara Padang Saujana.

Bendahara Tun Habib Abd Majid ibn Bendahara Maharaja Seri Di-Raja ibn Syed Zainal Abidin ibn (Abdullah) al-Aidrus ibn Sheikh ibn Abdullah al ibn Sheikh ibn Abdullah al-Aidrus ibn Abu Bakr as-Sakran ibn Abd Rahman as-Saqaf ibn Muhammad ibn Alwi ibn Muhammad ibn Ali ibn Muhammad Sahib Mirbath ibn Ali ibn Alawi ibn Muhammad ibn Alawi ibn Ubaidullah ibn Ahmad al-Muhajjir ibn Isa ibn Muhammad an-Naqib ibn Ali ibn Ja’afar as-Sadiq ibn Muhammad al-Baqar ibn Ali Zainal Abidin ibn Imam al-Hussein (Radiallahuanhu) ibn Sayyiditina Fatimah az-Zahra bint Muhammad Rasullullah Sallallahualai Wasallam

Memetik kata dari seorang blogger di Asyraaf.NEt,

Mengenai penghijrahan golongan pertama 'first wave' oleh ahlulbait byk dlm bentuk riwayyah. yakni hanya khabar mahsyur dan tidak diketahui keshohehannya. Ada riwayat mengatakan mereka ini 'disembunyikan' nasab sehingga munculnya Imam Mahdi. yg menjadi masalah ialah riwayat ini tidak pernah diceritakan secara jelas dlm mana2 kitab nasab. Yang ada hanyalah riwayat dari lisan yg diwarisi dari turun-temurun.

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Sekian wallahualam.

A Wishing Happy Birthday From the Unknown Person

( I just received a wishing happy birthday from someone in the internet who sent it to my yahoo tagged. I think its just a random sending wishes...anyway, thank you so much to this unknown person...its really a sweet and touching wishes..)

Happiness, sadness, pain, losses, love, patience, sacrifices and all other things happens for reasons ..Nevertheless, all this are parts and parcels of life...even our camaraderie in this virtual world have its own reason that we may not know until one moment in time...there are all kinds of friends and friendships vary.

Friendships can be compared to the concentric circles in a tree stump. We stand in the center of ever-widening circles. Each ring represents a certain degree of friendship. Time teaches us that most friends will be 'friends in spots. "Everyone yearns for a true and forever friend - someone who is in our first circle and we are in theirs.

A first circle friendship involves mutual acceptance, trust, and good will. It's with someone to whom we can feel free to open our heart, dreams, dark side and truest self and find understanding - and they can do the same with us.

One's dearest friend is that other human with whom we can be the most ourselves - and still find empathy and respect. They knew our hesitancy to open ourselves to one another. Yet, despite our ambivalence, we look and look for a close and trusted friend - one of the priceless treasures of life.

To my dearest friend, as for your Birthday ;

I wish you all enough sun to keep your attitude bright

I wish you all enough rain to appreciate the sun more.

I wish you all enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.

I wish you all enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you all enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you all enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you all enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

So lets make the best of our life, while we still have it... never stop sharing our love coz we will not lose a thing. Life has got to go on, we have a life to live and so many love to give, go to the distance.