Laluan Bomba

Ya, inilah dia laluan bomba yang terdapat di UTP. tujuan saya menulis post ini ialah untuk menerangkan kepada rakan2 saya di UTP, di mana letaknya laluan bomba. Idea ini tercetus apabila saya seringkali menghadapi masalah dengan rakan2 UTP, saya memberitahu mereka untuk tunggu saya di laluan bomba dan mereka akan membalas, "hah? laluan bomba? kat mana tu?" . YAYT.... dah bertahun2 duduk UTP. tapi mungkin juga kerana mereka tak pernah tengok ada bomba guna jalan tu, sebab tu mereka tak tau tu laluan untuk bomba.

Kalau ikut sejarahnya(sejarah bermula 2006 je la, iaitu masa saya baru masuk UTP) , para pelajar biasanya akan park kereta di laluan bomba ini kerana ia amatlah dekat dengan blok asrama. Pelajar2 di sini, kalau boleh, mahu saja parking kereta dekat sebelah katil di dalam bilik(hehe, refer balik pada diri sendiri. =P). Tidak lama selepas itu, selepas puas kereta2 disaman tatkala meletakkan kenderaan di laluan itu, pihak yang berkuasa pun mulalah menutup jalan tersebut. Bermula dengan kon-kon besar, pelajar pun kisah sangat dengan kon-kon tu sebab ianya mudah untuk diubah2.dan akhir sekali mereka menggantikannya dengan penghalang yang warnanya merah putih tu. taraaaa~ nampakkan pada gambar tu? ada penghalang warna merah putih..... wuuuu...

Jadi kawan2, dengan ini, rasmilah laluan bomba yang melalaui v3 , v4 dan v5 itu. Lepas ni, kalau saya cakap tunggu di "laluan bomba yang hala dengan parking poket C" , maka dengan itu, anda tahu lah kan? tak perlu la berbuih2 mulut ni explain lagi sekali laluan bomba kat mana. =P

wsalam. :)

p/s: terbayang2 dalam kepala kenderaan bomba melalui jalan tersebut.hhuhuhu,minta2 takdela apa2 kebakaran. kalau tak, nayo juga =P

THE TEARS OF RASULULLAH

since i was little, i never get bored to this story. it is so touching. and it is so true...
Rasulullah loves us all, do we all love him as much as he does to us?

THE TEARS OF RASULULLAH

Suddenly, there was a person said salaam.

“May I come in?” he asked.

But Fatimah did not allow him enter the room.

I’m sorry, my father is ill,” said Fatimah turned back and closed the door.

She went back to her father who had opened his eyes and asked Fatimah,

“Who was he, my daughter?”

“I don’t know, my father. It was the first time for me to see him,” Fatimah said gently.

Then, Rasulullah looked at his daughter with trembled look, as if he wanted

to reminisce about every part of her daughter’s face.

“Know one thing! He is who erases the temporary pleasure; he is who separates the companionship in the world.

He is the death angel,” said Rasulullah .

Fatimah bore the bomb of her cry. The death angel came toward him,

But Rasulullah asked why Jibril did not come along with him.

Then, Jibril was called. Jibril was ready in the sky to welcome the soul of

Habibullah and the leader of the earth.

“O Jibril, explain me about my rights in front of ALLAH?” Rasulullah asked with a weakest voice.

“The doors of sky has opened, the angels are waiting for your soul.”

“All jannats open widely waiting for you,” Jibril said.

But, in fact, those all did not make Rasulullah relieve, his eyes

were still full of worry.

“You are not happy to hear this news?” asked Jibril.

“Tell me about the destiny of my people in future?”

“Don’t worry, o Rasul ALLAH . I heard ALLAH told me: ‘I make Jannat haram

for every one, except the people of Muhammad”

Jibril said.

It became closer and closer, the time for Malaekat Izrail to dohis work.

Slowly, Rasulullah’s soul was pulled. It was seemed that the body of

Rasulullah was full of sweat; the nerves of his neck became tight.

“Jibril, how pain this sakaratul maut is!”

Rasulullah uttered a groan slowly. Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali sat beside

her bow deeply and Jibril turned his face back.

“Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face back o Jibril?”

Rasulullah asked to the Deliverer of Wahyu.

“Who is the one who could see the Habibullah in his sakaratul maut,” Jibril said.

Not for a while, Rasulullah uttered a groan because of unbearable

pain.

“O ALLAH, how greatest is this sakaratul maut. Give me all these pains,

don’t to my people.”

The body of Rasulullah became cold, his feet and chest did not

move anymore.

His lips vibrated as if he wanted to say something, Ali took his

ear close to Rasulullah .

“Uushiikum bis shalati, wa maa malakat aimanuku – take care the saalat and

take care the weak people among you.”

Outside the room, there were cries shouted at each other, sahabah

held each other. Fatimah closed her face with her hands and, again, Ali took

his ear close to Rasulullah’s mouth which became bluish.

“Ummatii, ummatii, ummatii?” – “My people, my people, my people.”

And the life of the noble man ended.

Could we love each other like him? Allahumma sholli ‘ala Muhammad

wa baarik wa salim ‘alaihi. How deep is Rasulullah’s love to us.

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thanks for sharing my dearest hafsah.

^_^