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		<title>Inviting bloggers to Participate in a Survey</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 16:10:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Assalamualaikum W.B.T. To all IIUM Bloggers, how was your holiday? Salam Eid Mubarak and Maaf Zahir Batin. Hopefully you had a great time with your friends and family members. Actually, this is my first time publishing an entry for IIUMBloggers.com. Well, if the admin did not delete my account at the first place, this might [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Assalamualaikum W.B.T.</p>
<p>To all IIUM Bloggers, how was your holiday? Salam Eid Mubarak and <em>Maaf Zahir Batin</em>. Hopefully you had a great time with your friends and family members. Actually, this is my first time publishing an entry for IIUMBloggers.com. Well, if the <strong>admin </strong>did not delete my account at the first place, this might be not my first post. XD Hehe&#8230; Kidding.</p>
<p>Okay. Now let’s get back to the main topic. This semester, my group members and I are taking the subject <strong>COMM 4420: Public Opinion and Persuasion. </strong>As for the assignment, we are required to conduct a research related to “Public Opinion”. Therefore, we have chosen a topic entitled <strong>Monitoring the Blogging Fever among Bloggers from IIUM. </strong>We have decided that our target participants are<strong> bloggers who are currently and were formerly studying in IIUM.</strong></p>
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<p>After thinking for few days and discussing with my friends on how to approach all of you, (yes, you!) I have decided to seek an assistance from the Admin of IIUMBloggers.com. He agreed to help me. Therefore, I am doing this survey in collaboration with the Admin of IIUMBloggers.com. He has provided me with a list of e-mail addresses of all of those who have registered under IIUMBloggers.com. He also checked my survey form for any grammatical mistakes as well . Not to forget, <a href="http://ginny-uninterrupted.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Max J Potter</a> who has checked my consent letter. Thank you so much to both of you and I highly appreciate it.</p>
<p>As mentioned above, my target participants are bloggers from IIUM. Therefore, I would like to take this opportunity to invite all of you to answer this survey form. I have put a link to the consent letter and the survey form below. I will also send an email to those who have registered under IIUMBloggers.com. The reward? All of you will be blessed by Allah S.W.T. Insha Allah. =)</p>
<p>By the way, I am doing this research quite late. Therefore, you need to submit the survey form <strong>before 1<sup>st</sup> October 2009</strong>. Well, all of us just return from our hometown right? I sincerely sorry for any inconvieniences. Lastly, thank you for your cooperation. I highly appreciate it from the very bottom of my heart.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/135349306/fa101c9f/Consent_letter_and_survey_form.html" target="_blank"><em>CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD THE CONSENT FORM AND THE SURVEY FORM</em></a></p>
<p><strong>DISCLAMIER</strong></p>
<p><strong>BY PARTICIPATING IN THE SURVEY, YOU ARE GIVING US PERMISSION TO USE YOUR INFORMATION FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES AND EDUCATIONAL PURPOSE. YOU ARE ELIGIBLE TO PARTICIPATE BECAUSE YOU ARE BLOGGERS WHO ARE CURRENTLY AND WERE FORMERLY STUDYING IN IIUM. PARTICIPATING IN THE SURVEY IS ON YOUR FREE WILL, YOU MAY CHOOSE NOT TO ANSWER SOME OR ALL OF THE QUESTIONS. YOUR NAME WILL NOT APPEAR ON YOUR COMPLETED SURVEY, NO IDENTIFYING INFORMATION IS BEING COLLECTED AS PART OF THIS SURVEY. THERE ARE NO KNOWN RISKS FROM YOUR PARTICIPATION AND NO DIRECT BENEFIT FROM YOUR PARTICIPATION IS EXPECTED. THERE IS NO COST TO YOU EXCEPT FOR YOUR TIME AND YOU ARE NOT COMPENSATED MONETARILY OR OTHERWISE FOR PARTICIPATION IN THIS STUDY.</strong></p>
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		<title>A Bus Not To Miss</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 14:10:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>syarief</dc:creator>
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		<title>Muamalah</title>
		<link>http://iiumbloggers.com/2009/01/muamalah/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 07:14:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Trini</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is off Gaza&#8217;s issue. But I believe ummah social illness is as important as the current issue we are discussing and fighting for. What&#8217;s so important? It is regarding muamalah. On a beautiful afternoon, as I walked to Ameenah cafe, which is my mahallah cafe, I saw a bunch of male students of IIUM, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">This is off Gaza&#8217;s issue. But I believe ummah social illness is as important as the current issue we are discussing and fighting for. What&#8217;s so important? It is regarding muamalah. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">On a beautiful afternoon, as I walked to Ameenah cafe, which is my mahallah cafe, I saw a bunch of male students of <strong>IIUM</strong>, who unfortunately are my aquaintances, were in the cafe. While it is familiar to see a couple of boy and girl sitting together, having some drinks and conversing, it is unlikely to see a bunch of guys sitting together that way in a cafe which is located in the mahallah for sisters. I glanced, I saw no girl. That raised my curiosity even more. Later I saw a girl sitting with them. When the girl was ordering a drink in the counter, I asked her, what are those guys doing here? She told me that they were just coming back from a waterfall nearby.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">She was the only girl with those 6-7 guys, while one of the guys is her boyfriend. After I left the cafe, I saw those people leaving the mahallah by two Kancils, one of the driver was the girl&#8217;s boyfriend. They left after dropping the girl nearby her block. I then wonder, <strong>a girl spending her times at a waterfall with 6-7 non-muhrim guys?</strong> How could she do that. I don&#8217;t think I would be thinking hard if the case is just like going to a movie, hanging out to mall, having lunch or dinner etc etc. But could you imagine what people do in a waterfall? Of course they went there for some excitement in the water, right? It might be said that the girl didn&#8217;t put off her tudung and covered her aurah well. But how well can she do that in the situation surrounded by 6-7 guys? What more it was at a waterfall. It doesn&#8217;t matter how loose your shirt is, but once it gets wet, it fits your body, and reveals your body shape. It is not arguable if you are accompanied by other girls or muhrims and away from males sight. But in this situation, I can&#8217;t sigh.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">To afraid of those guys doing something bad on her, I don&#8217;t think it should be taken into account, although I can&#8217;t deny the possibility, since she has been knowing those guys for at least 2 years. But to say about her convenience, do you think she&#8217;s okay with that? I mean playing in the water with 6-7 non-muhrim guys? and she was the only girl? </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">What has happened to the world today? I am not so good anyways, I socialise with people regardless their genders too and I do mistake most of the time, but at least this should be a red light for me and all of you for not doing the same. It can be argued that there&#8217;s nothing wrong with it since they didn&#8217;t touch each other or did something unlawful, but the limitation is still there. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><strong>I have never heard any teaching in Islam that allow two people of different genders going out together without important purpose.</strong> But this situation happens everywhere. And we are among those who make this situation happens. To just stop it right away is a bit difficult to most of us. But we can take a baby step by:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">1) Limiting thus reducing the frequency of mixing with opposite genders without reason. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">2) Then, do not text or call your friend of opposite gender if you have nothing important to say. It wastes your time, your energy and your credit. </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">Remember, time is sword, if you don&#8217;t seize it, it slays you. Money, just make good use it. And energy, optimise the use of it for good things while you are young. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">3) Last but not least, lower your gaze and abstain from looking forbidden things including women (for men) and obscenity.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">All in all, &#8220;Women of purity are for men of purity, and men of purity are for women of purity.&#8221; (an-Nur: 25)</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">d Third Child</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">ps: This is the longest babbling I ever write.</span></p>
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		<title>CFS IIUM Students Conquered Mt Jerai</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 23:13:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>saffa</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Adventure Club from CFS IIUM Nilai organized a hiking trip to Mt Jerai, Kedah from 29th – 31st December 2008. There are 14 girls and 24 boys included 4 students from PJ campus. It was 9.30pm when we head off to Yan, Kedah by IIUM bus. We arrived at Kem palas  around 4am, 29th December [...]]]></description>
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<p>Adventure Club from CFS IIUM Nilai organized a hiking trip to Mt Jerai, Kedah from 29<sup>th</sup> – 31<sup>st</sup> December 2008. There are 14 girls and 24 boys included 4 students from PJ campus. It was 9.30pm when we head off to Yan, Kedah by IIUM bus.<br />
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We arrived at Kem palas  around 4am, 29<sup>th</sup> December 2008. After we took some rest and ate our breakfast we went to the most famous waterfall. The journey took about 3 hours from Rekreasi Titi hayun.</p>
<p>On the second day, from Kem Palas, we went to Taman Rimba. This time, the journey became tougher. Firstly, we had to climb the steep ladder known as Tangga kenari, it consist of 1800 steps.</p>
<p>The path wasn’t as easy as you think even though it’s a tourism area.</p>
<p>We reached the peak of Mt Jerai on the next day and went back to CFS IIUM Nilai that evening. It was fun and probably the most remarkable achievement for the year 2008.</p>
<p>Read more at Saffawati.Com</p>
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		<title>Kisah Si Penjual Tempe</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 00:58:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>taban2</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ada sebuah kampung di pedalaman Tanah Jawa. Disitu ada seorang perempuan tua yang sangat kuat beribadat. Pekerjaannya ialah membuat tempe dan menjualnya di pasar setiap hari.. Ia merupakan satu-satunya sumber pendapatannya untuk menyara hidup. Tempe yang dijualnya merupakan tempe yang dibuatnya sendiri. Pada suatu pagi, seperti biasa, ketika beliau sedang bersiap-siap untuk pergi menjual tempenya, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGN5p_NoqgM/STnBxhCWPsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ol8KGuaQ6qI/s1600-h/tempe.jpg"><img style="295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGN5p_NoqgM/STnBxhCWPsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ol8KGuaQ6qI/s320/tempe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div style="justify;">Ada sebuah kampung di pedalaman Tanah Jawa. Disitu ada seorang perempuan tua yang sangat kuat beribadat. Pekerjaannya ialah membuat tempe dan menjualnya di pasar setiap hari.. Ia merupakan satu-satunya sumber pendapatannya untuk menyara hidup. Tempe yang dijualnya merupakan tempe yang dibuatnya sendiri.</p>
<p>Pada suatu pagi, seperti biasa, ketika beliau sedang bersiap-siap untuk pergi menjual tempenya, tib a tiba dia tersedar yang tempenya yang diperbuat daripada kacang soya hari itu masih belum menjadi, separuh jadi. Kebiasaannya tempe beliau telah masak sebelum bertolak. Diperiksanya beberapa bungkusan yang lain. <span>Ternyatalah kesemuanya belum masak lagi.</span></p>
<p>Perempuan tua itu berasa amat sedih sebab tempe yang masih belum menjadi pastinya tidak akan laku dan tiadalah rezekinya pada hari itu. Dalamsuasana hatinya yang sedih, dia yang memang kuat beribadah teringat akan firman Allah yang menyatakan bahawa Allah dapat melakukan perkara-perkara ajaib, bahawa bagiNya tiada yang mustahil. Lalu diapun mengangkat kedua tangannya sambil berdoa,</p>
<div style="#6600cc;"><span style="italic;">&#8220;Ya Allah , aku memohon kepadaMu agar kacang soya ini menjadi tempe. Amin&#8221;</span></div>
<p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGN5p_NoqgM/STnLVabJYDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kdyQfvk8viU/s1600-h/tawakkal.jpg"><img style="pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGN5p_NoqgM/STnLVabJYDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kdyQfvk8viU/s320/tawakkal.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="260" height="201" /></a>Begitulah doa ringkas yang dipanjatkan dengan sepenuh hatinya. Dia sangat yakin bahawa Allah pasti mengabulkan doanya. Dengan tenang perempuan tua itu menekan-nekan bungkusan bakal tempe dengan hujung jarinya dan dia pun membuka sikit bungkusan itu untuk menyaksikan keajaiban kacang soya itu menjadi tempe. <span>Namun, dia termenung seketika sebab kacang tu masih tetap kacang soya.</span></p>
<p>Namun dia tidak putus asa, sebaliknya berfikir mungkin doanya kurang jelas didengar oleh Allah. Maka dia pun mengangkat kedua tangannya semula dan berdoa lagi.</p>
<div style="center;"><span style="italic;">&#8220;Ya Allah, aku tahu bahawa tiada yang mustahil bagiMu. Bantu lah aku supaya hari ini aku dapat menjual tempe kerana inilah mata pencarianku. Aku mohon agar jadikanlah kacang soyaku ini kepada tempe, Amin&#8221;</span></div>
<p>Dengan penuh harapan dan debaran dia pun sekali lagi membuka sedikit bungkusan tu. Apakah yang terjadi? <span>Dia termangu dan hairan apabila tempenya masih tetap begitu!! </span>Sementara itu hari pun semakin meninggi sudah tentu pasar sudah mula didatangi ramai orang. Dia tetap tidak kecewa atas doanya yang belum terkabul. Walaubagaimanapun kerana keyakinannya yg sangat tinggi dia bercadang untuk tetap pergi ke pasar membawa barang jualannya itu. Perempuan tua itu pun berserah pada Tuhan dan meneruskan pemergian ke pasar sambil berdoa dengan harapan apabila sampai di pasar kesemua tempenya akan masak.</p>
<p>Dia berfikir mungkin keajaiban Allah akan terjadi semasa perjalanannya ke pasar. Sebelum keluar dari rumah, dia sempat mengangkat kedua tangannya untuk berdoa.</p>
<div style="center;"><span style="italic;">&#8220;Ya Allah, aku percaya, Engkau akan mengabulkan doaku. Sementara aku berjalan menuju ke pasar, Engkau kurniakanlah keajaiban ini buatku, jadikanlah tempe ini. Amin&#8221;</span></div>
<p>Lalu dia pun berangkat. Di sepanjang perjalanan dia tetap tidak lupa membaca doa di dalam hatinya.</p>
<p>Sesampai sahaja di pasar, segera dia meletakkan barang-barangnya. Hatinya betul-betul yakin yang tempenya sekarang mesti sudah menjadi. Dengan hati yg berdebar-debar dia pun membuka bakulnya dan menekan-nekan dengan jarinya setiap bungkusan tempe yang ada.</p>
<p>Perlahan-lahan dia membuka sedikit daun pembungkusnya dan melihat isinya. Apa yang terjadi? <span>Tempenya masih belum menjadi!!</span> Dia pun kaget seketika lalu menarik nafas dalam-dalam. Dalam hatinya sudah mula <span>merasa sedikit kecewa</span> dan <span>putus asa</span> kepada Allah kerana doanya tidak dikabulkan.</p>
<p><span>Dia berasakan Tuhan tidak adil</span>. Tuhan tidak kasihan padanya, inilah satu-satunya punca rezekinya, hasil jualan tempe. Dia akhirnya cuma duduk sahaja tanpa mempamerkan barang jualannya sebab dia berasakan bahawa tiada orang yang akan membeli tempe yang baru separuh menjadi. Sementara itu hari pun semakin petang dan pasar sudah mulai sepi, para pembeli sudah mula kurang.</p>
<p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGN5p_NoqgM/STnLwRplS1I/AAAAAAAAAow/XeO3KS7rqwc/s1600-h/allah+is+enough+for+me.jpg"><img style="pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGN5p_NoqgM/STnLwRplS1I/AAAAAAAAAow/XeO3KS7rqwc/s320/allah+is+enough+for+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="238" height="238" /></a>Dia meninjau-ninjau kawan-kawan sesama penjual tempe, tempe mereka sudah hampir habis. Dia tertunduk lesu seperti tidak sanggup menghadapi kenyataan bahawa hari ini tiada hasil jualan yang boleh dibawa pulang. Namun jauh di sudut hatinya masih menaruh harapan terakhir kepada Allah, pasti Allah akan menolongnya. Walaupun dia tahu bahawa pada hari itu dia tidak akan dapat pendapatan langsung, namun dia tetap berdoa buat kali terakhir,</p>
<div style="center;"><span style="italic;">&#8220;Ya Allah, berikanlah penyelesaian terbaik terhadap tempeku yang belum menjadi ini.&#8221;</span></div>
<p>Tiba-tiba dia dikejutkan dengan teguran seorang wanita.</p>
<div style="center;"><span style="italic;">&#8220;Maaf ya, saya ingin bertanya, Makcik ada tak menjual tempe yang belum menjadi? Dari tadi saya sudah pusing keliling pasar ini untuk mencarinya tapi masih belum berjumpa lagi.&#8221; </span></div>
<p>Dia termenung dan terpinga-pinga seketika. Hatinya terkejut sebab sejak berpuluh tahun menjual tempe, tidak pernah seorang pun pelanggannya mencari tempe yang belum menjadi. Sebelum dia menjawab sapaan wanita di depannya itu, cepat-cepat dia berdoa di dalam hatinya,</p>
<div style="center;"><span style="italic;">&#8220;Ya Allah, saat ini aku tidak mahu tempe ini menjadi lagi. Biarlah tempe ini seperti semula, Amin&#8221;</span></div>
<p>Sebelum dia menjawab pertanyaan wanita itu, dia membuka sedikit daun penutup tempenya. Alangkah seronoknya dia, ternyata memang benar tempenya masih belum menjadi! Dia pun rasa gembira dalam hatinya dan bersyukur pada Allah. Wanita itu pun memborong habis kesemua tempenya yang belum menjadi itu.</p>
<p>Sebelum wanita tu pergi, dia sempat bertanya wanita itu,</p>
<div style="center;"><span style="italic;">&#8220;Mengapa hendak membeli tempe yang belum jadi?&#8221; </span></div>
<p>Wanita itu menerangkan bahawa anaknya yang kini berada di England teringin makan tempe dari desa. Memandangkan tempe itu akan dikirimkan ke England, si ibu tadi kenalah membeli tempe yang belum jadi lagi supaya apabila sampai di England nanti akan menjadi tempe yang sempurna. Kalau dikirimkan tempe yang sudah menjadi, nanti di sana tempe itu sudah tidak elok lagi dan rasanya pun kurang sedap.</p>
<p>Perempuan tua itu pun kehairanan dan berfikir rupa-rupanya doanya sudah pun dimakbulkan oleh Tuhan&#8230;</p>
<p><span style="medium;">Moral:</span></p>
<p><span>Pertama:</span> Kita sering memaksa kehendak kita kepada Tuhan sewaktu berdoa, padahal sebenarnya Tuhan lebih mengetahui apa yang kita perlukan dan apa yang terbaik untuk diri kita. Jangan menyalahkanNya jika kita tidak dapat apa yang dipinta.</p>
<p><span>Kedua:</span> Sentiasalah berdoa dalam menjalani kehidupan seharian kita sebagai hambaNya yang lemah. <span>Jangan sekali-kali berputus asa</span> terhadap apa yang dipinta. Percayalah bahawa Tuhan akan mengabulkan doa kita sesuai dengan rancanganNya yang mungkin di luar jangkaan kita.</p>
<p><span>Ketiga:</span> Tiada yang mustahil bagi Tuhan</p>
<p><span><span>Keempat:</span> </span>Kita sering ingin Allah memenuhi hak kita sedang kita sentiasa gagal memenuhi hak Allah seperti menjaga perkara-perkara wajib, solat lima waktu, berkata-kata perkara yang berfaedah dan berpesan ke arah kebaikan..</p>
<p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGN5p_NoqgM/STnJt3NJXcI/AAAAAAAAAog/bj6l9BB8BDw/s1600-h/solat.jpg"><img style="258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGN5p_NoqgM/STnJt3NJXcI/AAAAAAAAAog/bj6l9BB8BDw/s320/solat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="italic;">p/s : saya peroleh cerita ini daripada emel. menarik untuk dikongsi bersama:)</span></div>
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Berkatalah Benar Sekalipun Kebenaran Itu Pahit
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		<title>Zamri Mohamad</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 03:25:34 +0000</pubDate>
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Perspektif Zamri Mohamad
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Perspektif Zamri Mohamad
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<p><strong>URL:</strong> <a href="http://www.motivasimindamu.blogspot.com/"> http://www.motivasimindamu.blogspot.com/</a>
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win or lost.glory or shame.superior or inferior.live or die.survival or demolished.remember or forgotten. this is my life and the story of the ups and downs of it.
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win or lost.glory or shame.superior or inferior.live or die.survival or demolished.remember or forgotten. this is my life and the story of the ups and downs of it.
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		<title>The Secret Dreamworld of a Bookaholic</title>
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You are on the brink of entering a world that’s populated by mad confessions, irregular updates and totally random observations. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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The Secret Dreamworld of a Bookaholic<br />
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You are on the brink of entering a world that’s populated by mad confessions, irregular updates and totally random observations. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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		<title>That’s My Perspective</title>
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<p><strong>URL:</strong> <a href="http://hasbimendez.blogspot.com/"> http://hasbimendez.blogspot.com/</a>
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