T.H.E ~ R.A.C.E

~life can knocked you down, but you choose whether to get up or not~




“Quit!” “Give up, you’re beaten!” they shout at me and plead.
...“There’s just too much against you now, this time you can’t succeed.”
And as I started to hang my head in front of failure’s face,
My downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
And hope refills my weakened will as I recall that scene,
For just the thought of that short race rejuvenates my being.
A children’s race, young boys young men; now I remember well.
Excitement, sure, but also fear; It wasn’t hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope. Each thought to win that race
Or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
And fathers watched from off the side, each cheering for his son,
And each boy hoped to show his dad that he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they sped, as if they were on fire
To win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire.
And one boy in particular, his dad was in the crowd,
Was running near the lead and thought, “My dad will be so proud.”
But as he speeded down the field across a shallow dip,
The little boy who thought to win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his hands flew out to brace,
And mid the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
So, down he fell and with him hope. He couldn’t win it now,
Embarrassed, sad, he only wished to disappear somehow.
But, as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face
Which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win the race!”
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all.
And ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
His mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
“I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”
But, in the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face;
That steady look that said again, “Get up and win the race.”
So, he jumped up to try again. Ten yards behind the last,
“If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast.”
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight or ten
But trying so hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
Defeat! He lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye.
“There’s no sense running anymore. Three strikes, I’m out…why try?
The will to rise had disappeared, all hope had fled away.
So far behind, so error prone, closer all the way.
“I’ve lost so what’s the use?” he thought, “I’ll live with my disgrace,”
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.
“Get up,” an echo sounded low. “Get up and take your place.
You weren’t meant for failure here, get up and win the race.”
With borrowed will, “Get up,” It said. “You haven’t lost at all,
For winning is no more than this … to rise each time you fall.”
So up he rose to win once more. And with a new commit,
He resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been.
Still he gave it all he had and ran as though to win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered the winning runner as he crossed the line, first place.
Head high and proud and happy: no falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen crossed the finish line, last place
The crowd gave him the greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last, with head bowed low, unproud;
You would have thought he won the race, to listen to the crowd.
An to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me you won,” his father said, “you rose each time you fell.”
And now when things seem dark and hard and difficult to face,
The memory of that little boy helps me in my race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all,
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
“Quit!” “Give up, you’re beaten!” They still shout in my face.
But, another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race.”

~ By Dee Groberg

segala yang tersembunyi di pertiga malam ..

“Wahai orang yang berselimut! Bangunlah solat tahajjud pada waktu malam, selain daripada sedikit masa (yang tidak dapat tidak untuk berehat) iaitu separuh dari waktu malam atau kurangkan sedikit dari separuh itu ataupun lebihkan (sedikit) daripadanya: dan bacalah al-Quran dengan tartiil”

(Surah al-Muzammil ayat 1-4)

p/s : maksud tartil adalah baca dengan perlahan dan mengelokkan bacaan..

Air mata keinsafan
Yang mengalir di malam sepi
Inilah dia pelembut jiwa
Bagi mendapat kasih Ilahi

Rintihan di pertiga malam
Dari seorang hamba yang dhoif
Kerna mengenang segala dosa
Moga mendapat keampunan dari Ilahi

Setiap kekasih Allah
Menempuhi jalan ini
Untuk mereka memiliki kejayaan
Ayuh bersama kita susuli
Perjalanan kekasih Allah
Agar kita tiada rugi
Dalam meniti hidup ini

Deraian air mata ini
Titisan yang paling berharga
Buat menyimbah api neraka
Moga selamat di titian Sirat
Bahagia menuju syurga abadi

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mungkin link2 ni bole membantu kite kan => credit goes to the blog's owner..

tips utk bgn mlm :
http://al-hafizaidi.blogspot.com/2010/07/tip-untuk-bangun-tahajjud.html

rahsia tidur mengikut cara rasulullah :
http://www.zilhan.com/rahsia-tidur-mengikut-cara-rasulullah-s-a-w/

God Works In Mysterious Way ~ THE LITTLE THINGS ~

The Little things

After Sept. 11th, one company invited the remaining members of other companies who had been decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers

to share ! their available office space.

At a morning meeting, the head of security told stories of why these people were alive... and all the stories were just:

the LITTLE things

As you might know, the head of the company survived
that day because his son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was
his turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her
alarm clock didn't go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
because of an auto accident.

One of them
missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
time to change.

One's
car wouldn't start.

One went back to
answer the telephone.

One had a
child that dawdled
and didn't get ready as soon as he should have.

One couldn't
get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man
who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
took the various means to get to work
but before he ! got there, he developed
a blister on his foot.

He

stopped at a drugstore
to buy band-aid

That is why he is alive today.

Now when I am
stuck in traffic, miss an elevator,

turn back to answer a ringing telephone...

all the little things that annoy me.
I think to myself,
this is exactly where

God wants me to be
at this very moment..

Next time your morning seems to be
going wrong,

the children are slow getting dressed,
you can't seem to find the car keys,
you hit every traffic light,
don't get mad or frustrated;

May God continue to bless you
with all those annoying little things
and may you remember their possible purpose.

p/s : subhanallah.... i will never make a fuss over the little things happen .. everything happen packed completely with reasons and consequences.. lets live with gratitude.. and always look on the bright side of life ..