Yesterday...

Assalamualaikum,

It seems that I have not blogging for a long time I think. But, I don't know why today I want to share something with all of you. Maybe because of I have a few nice story that I want to share with you.

First of all, I want to tell you about my dream yesterday night. Almost every night, I will dreaming but not all of it I was still remember after I awake from my unconsciousness. Only a part of it that I still remembered. What the most surprise for this time, the dream was about I was walking with a girl that I admire but not too much. If I tell to you who was it, it will not satisfied your demands also. Here I want to tell you that I admire not only to one girl, but there were so many of them that I admire. but the difference only how strong the feeling when we were with them. In that dream, she walks alone in a mall somewhere and I was around to buy something actually. Then, I don't know why I was escorting her and walking with here together although in reality, it was neraly impossible for me to do like that to her and I think the girl will also not doing like that in the real world. In the dream, I was very happy escorting her to the hostel and then before we reach the hostel, I was awake. Although the time we being together in the dream was not so long, but at least I now how was it feel walking with some girl that was special. However for real, for me myself, I will never and ever doing like that because it was restricted by Islam. Here I swear I will never coupling with someone before I married. Try to imagine,if we had our own couple before married, can you hold the relationship until married. Anything can happen in such time although it was not so short or long. Besides that, if we coupling, after we have married with her, what else that you want to share with your fiancee? Nothing right because you have told her everything before married and right now you have nothing. And I can say that this was one of the causes of divorce and polygamy cases right now. 1 more thing, I think what was I had dream actually was only the illusion that was create by Demon to make me feel happy and excited with that kind of life. So, I considered the dream was only the obstacles that I must get through because I believes it was the test from Allah to me to test my faith to him. Although it was so hurt so much to my heart on thinking to be with the girls that I admire, I will just keep it in myself for forever and I will never told them that I felt something to them. I will just keep it as I kept my other secrets in myself. I will just leave it to Allah to give the best girl to me that was suitable for me that can be a good wife someday. Insyaallah.

Oh, Allah,

I leave this things to you,

Just give me the best that is suitable with my faith to you,

So that I will never turn around from you,

And I can met you without any troubles or sins......

Second, I want to tell you that yesterday was the day where I was presenting my Story telling as one of the graded assignment for TLD 07-Language & Drama. The story that I choose for that was entitled "Stranger in the Dark". Now I want to share the story with all of you,

Stranger in the Dark....

A few months before I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, my Dad was fascinated by these enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me int the world a few months later.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Bilal, five years my senior. My younger sister, Fatimah gave me an opportunity to play big brother' and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors. My Mom taught me how to love the word of Allah and Dad taught me to obey it. The stranger was our storyteller. He could wave the most fascinating tales in the world. Adventuress, comedies and mysteries were his daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound fro hours each evening.

If I wanted to know about politics, histories and science, he knew it. He knew about the past, understood the present, and seemingly could predict the future. The pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or even cried as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family. he took Dad, Bilal and me to our first major league baseball game.

He was always encouraging us to see the movies and even made arrangements to introduce us to introduce us to several movie stars. The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn't seem to mind but sometimes Mom would quietly get up while the rest of us were enthralled by one of his stories of faraway places, go to her room, read the Quran and pray. i wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.

You see, my Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But the stranger was never felt an obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example was not allowed in our house-not for some of us, from friends or adults. A longtime visitor, however, used occasionally four letter words that turned my ears and made Dad squirm.

To my knowledge, the stranger was never confronted. Dad was a teetotaler and never permit alcohol in his house, as good Muslims should. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us by other ways of life. he offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talks freely (probably too much, too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive and generally embarrassing.

I know now that the stranger influenced my first concepts of man-woman relationships. As I look back, I believes it was the grace from Allah that the stranger did not influenced us more. Time after times, he opposed my parent values. Yet, he was seldom rebuked and never ask to leave. More than thirty years have passed since the stranger move in with young family on Wangee Road.

He is not so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parent's den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures..His name you asked?? He was called TV....

In the performs, I have forgotten a few part of the stories but I covered it as soon as possible. My storytelling was not so good because the intonation was so monotonous and lack of styles maybe. But, I felt so relief like that I have nothing to do at all after this and I can enjoy myself after that. But what happened after that was not as we expected...

And I think that's all for tonight. Actually I want to share to you another story about Taman Budaya the place were we would perform our Final Drama. Furthermore, tomorrow morning I need to get up earlier because all Teslian's will have a trip to Faculty of Education in UiTM Shah Alam and IPBA at Pantai Dalam. And if I was luck, I can met with Syahmi tomorrow. I hope so. See you later.

Wassalam.