Throughout my whole life, I have been given chances by Allah for so many times. Allah has given me so many chances that I can’t even believe that I’m still getting more. I feel ashamed with myself as, despite the unconditional love shown by Allah to me, I still am not the best human being, the ideal, ultimate but modest and moderate Muslim which I was supposed to be, since long time ago. I still fail to greet each calamity, hardship and sadness as a way to redeem my past mistakes and sins. I still fail to guard my lips from saying the useless, I still fail to guard my limbs my hands from committing the pointless acts and I still fail to guard my heart from feeling what is not to be felt.
Unlike those who were pure and innocent from the beginning, I have come along way to be who I am today. My life is not really something to be proud of but nonetheless it is a life so valuable and so blessful, full with love from the ultimate source.
As far as I can remember, all the incidents which happened to me were like a series of events organized perfectly to deliver the ‘hidayah’ the light that I am supposed to get. There was no other planner, who is more perfect than Allah. Being me; I sometimes feel like my whole life during my wild years was like having a bad dream we usually find hard to wake up from. The people I met along the way…they were Allah’s little characters who were put along my way to get to my destination. Some came as challenges but some left footprints and marks tattooed so deep that it was impossible to scratch them out. To these people, my prayers stay with them wherever they go.
Unlike those who were pure and innocent from the beginning, I have come along way to be who I am today. My life is not really something to be proud of but nonetheless it is a life so valuable and so blessful, full with love from the ultimate source.
As far as I can remember, all the incidents which happened to me were like a series of events organized perfectly to deliver the ‘hidayah’ the light that I am supposed to get. There was no other planner, who is more perfect than Allah. Being me; I sometimes feel like my whole life during my wild years was like having a bad dream we usually find hard to wake up from. The people I met along the way…they were Allah’s little characters who were put along my way to get to my destination. Some came as challenges but some left footprints and marks tattooed so deep that it was impossible to scratch them out. To these people, my prayers stay with them wherever they go.
to be continued...- The Red Umbrella :)





Lubuk 
