Quarrel Poems By Husband & Wife...

These are funny!!

Poems written by WIFE & HUSBAND, who are not on talking terms...


WIFE:
I wrote your name on sand it got washed.
I wrote your name in air, it was blown away.
Then I wrote your name on my heart & I got Heart Attack.

HUSBAND replies:
God saw me hungry, he created pizza.
He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi.
He saw me in the dark, he created light.
He saw me without problems, he created YOU.

WIFE:
Twinkle twinkle little star
You should know what you are
And once you know what you are
Mental hospital is not so far.

HUSBAND replies:
The rain makes all things beautiful.
The grass and flowers too.
If rain makes all things beautiful
Why doesn't it rain on you?

WIFE:
Roses are red; Violets are blue
Monkeys like u should be kept in zoo.
Don't feel so angry you will find me there too
Not in cage but outside, laughing at you!


AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I was wondering, are there any husbands & wives out there who uses poems to express their emotional feelings like this during a heated argument. LMAO!!

People Who Are Ignorant (Hum Drum 2)...

People who are ignorant,
Have invested valuable time...
And money spent.
To prove their foolishness and ways,
Makes a difference.
Although these folks within their minds,
Have an absence of common sense.
And, are noticeably self destructive & crazed.

People who are ignorant,
Spend every dime spent...
Revealing their incompetence.
And taking direction from those who are right,
Is something they've never done.
Since deceit & decadence has been their main appetite.

People who are ignorant,
Believe an ability to thieve makes them great.
They believe their disasters started,
Shows their expertise & them being able to create.
But people who are ignorant,
Like these folks show they are & can be?
May seek an empathy from others for their stupidity.
But sincerity shown these empty headed 'entities'...
Is a waste of time.
Unless one wishes a suffering done endlessly.

However...
People who are ignorant,
Have been convinced their way of life...
Is one pursued by those who are jealous.
And are threaten because they are envied!
And standards they value,
Reflects upon them in a 'special' light.

By Lawrence S Pertillar

Tired Of People Taking Advantage (Hum Drum 1)...

Tired of people taking advantage
Tried to make people happy
But wasn't successful
Every method taken backfired

Trying to bridge the gap created
But seems like another is being formed
No one thinking about each other
Just themselves

Thinking no point anymore
Just causing more stress
Leave things as they are
Let them be ignorant

There's no unity anymore
No strong figure to unite them
Slowly drifting apart
Soon there will be nothing left

By Sakib Choudhury

Confused... Don't Know What To Say...

I really don't know what is it that you want from me & my family...

You treated us like we're some kind of pests when we're around; a nuisance & a complete disturbance to you & your family...

We're so near to each other but yet seemed so far...

Decision was finally made to leave your sanctity coz that's the only way... For our own good & before things get out of hand... And not for once did you looked back waiving your goodbye...

Now after a month of silence, you called up asking for a meet up with the kids... Kids? It's all just about the kids... Yes? But not about ME & MY FAMILY; my hubby, children & me... So it's ONLY just about our CHILDREN... YOU JUST WANT TO SEE THEM, OUR KIDS...

The fact that to you, it's only about the KIDS... And the fact that you seek permission from me FIRST instead of my HUBBY... Forgive me... I can't tolerate this no more...

I'm once bitten, twice shy...

I still have a husband who is still alive... I'm not yet a widow... At least have SOME respect & thoughts that I still have my husband & whatever it is that you want from me, I still NEED to SEEK PERMISSION from him coz decisions are made by him... Not me...

You've been treating my husband like as if he's someone of no use; like he's just invisible...

Why can't you guys put this in your minds?

I Hear My Heart Talking...

I may not be as smart,
And as rich,
As those highly educated-working moms,
Who holds a diploma or even a degree...

Although to some,
Being a homemaker isn't as glamorous,
As what some people might think,
I still dreamt of living the life of it...

A homemaker...
This dream I'm trying to pursue...
This dream I've been keeping inside of me,
For so long...

There's only one thing in my heart...
To guide and nurture my children...
To be a good wife and mom to my family...

A successful homemaker...
That's what I want to be...

Ummi Lily...

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We can achieve whatever we want to and strive for it... But if we fail to build up a good family, that means we fail at everything...

Tiade gune nye tangan menggenggam ijazah setinggi langet jikalau hidop porak perande dan anak2 menjadi anak yang durhake...

Allah Maha Mengetahui, The All-Knowing...

Jika kau merasa lelah dan tak berdaya dari usaha yang sepertinya sia2,
Allah s.w.t tahu betapa keras engkau sudah berusaha...

Ketika kau sudah menangis sekian lama dan hatimu masih terasa pedih,
Allah s.w.t sudah menghitung air matamu...

Jika kau fikir bahawa hidupmu sedang menunggu sesuatu dan waktu terasa berlalu begitu saja,
Allah s.w.t sedang menunggu bersama denganmu...

Ketika kau merasa sendirian dan teman2mu terlalu sibuk untuk menalipon,
Allah s.w.t selalu berada disampingmu...

Ketika kau fikir bahawa kau sudah mencuba segalanya dan tidak tahu hendak berbuat apa lagi,
Allah s.w.t punya jawapannya...

Ketika segala sesuatu menjadi tidak masuk akal dan kau merasa tertekan,
Allah s.w.t dapat menenangkanmu...

Jika tiba2 kau dapat melihat jejak2 harapan,
Allah s.w.t sedang berbisik padamu...

Ketika segala sesuatu berjalan lancar dan kau merasa ingin mengucap syukur,
Allah s.w.t telah memberkatimu...

Ketika sesuatu yang indah terjadi dan kau dipenuhi ketakjuban,
Allah s.w.t telah tersenyum padamu...

Ketika kau miliki tujuan untuk dipenuhi dan mimpi untuk digenapi,
Allah s.w.t sudah membuka matamu dan memanggilmu dengan namamu...

Ingat bahawa dimanapun kau atau kemanapun kau menghadap,
ALLAH SWT TAHU...

Therefore we should never feel lonely and weak...

Wanita, Akal Senipis Rambutnya...

Jangankan lelaki biasa, Nabi pun terase sunyi tanpa wanita...
Tanpa mereka, fikiran dan perasaan lelaki akan resah,
Masih mencari walau ada segalanya...

Apa yang tiada dalam Syurga?
Namun Adam tetap rindukan Hawa...

Dijadikan wanita daripada tulang rusuk yang bengkok untuk diluruskan oleh lelaki...
Tetapi seandainya lelaki itu sendiri tidak lurus,
Mana mungkin kayu yang bengkok akan menghasilkan bayang yang lurus?

Luruskan wanita dengan jalan yang ditunjukkan oleh Allah S.W.T
Didiklah mereka dengan panduan dariNya...

Janganlah cuba menjinakkan mereka dengan harta,
Kerana nantinya mereka akan semakin liar...
Jangan hiburkan mereka dengan kecantikkan,
Kerana nantinya mereka akan semakin derita...

Kenalkan mereka kepada Allah, Zat yang paling kekal...
Di situlah punca kekuatan dunia!!

Akal senipis rambutnya, tebalkan ia dengan ilmu...
Hati serapuh kaca, kuatkan ia dengan iman...
Perasaan selembut sutera, hiasilah ia dengan akhlak...

Suburkanlah ia kerana dari situlah nantinya mereka akan melihat nilaian dan keadilan Tuhan...
Bisikkan ke telinga mereka bahawa kelembutan bukan bererti satu kelemahan...
Ia bukan diskriminasi Tuhan,
Sebaliknya di situlah kasih dan sayang Tuhan...

Wanita lupa yang hakikat kejadiannya,
Pasti tidak akan terhibur dan menghiburkan,
Tanpa iman, ilmu dan akhlak...
Mereka tidak akan lurus,
Bahkan semakin membengkok...

Itulah akibatnya andai wanita tidak kenal Tuhannya...
Bila wanita menjadi derhaka,
Pasti dunia lelaki akan menjadi huru-hara...

Lelaki pula janganlah mengharapkan ketaatan semata-mata, tapi binalah kepimpinan...
Jinakkanlah dirimu kepada Allah, nescaya akan jinaklah segala-galanya di bawah pimpinanmu...

Janganlah mengharapkan isteri semulia Fatimah Az-Zahrah,
Andai dirimu tidak sehebat Saidina Ali Karamallahuwajhah...

Ramadhan... Oh Ramadhan...

As I look searchingly into the sky,

I look for a sign from Allah the most high...

People think I'm crazy sitting in this cold,

But I quest for something more precious than gold...

For mankind this sign represents something great,

but for the rejected one, it fills him with hate...

Suddenly out of the darkness the moon does appear,

the whole world rejoices 'Ramadhan is here"...

During Ramadhan the shaytan is in chains,

and Allah's mercy for a month reigns...

The doors of heaven are open wide,

begging for mankind to enter and abide...

So often in Hadith we are reminded and told,

that rewards are multiplied by many a fold...

In this month do good deeds and read Quran,

spend your time wisely and learn Islam...

After all these years I have made up my mind,

the right path and salvation I wish to find...

To Allah's will I will surrender at last,

Insya'allah, Allah will forgive my past...

Forgive-all those sins too good it sounds,

but Allah's mercy knows no bounds...

With sins stacked like mountains so high,

will be forgiven within a blink of an eye...

This Ramadhan my heart and soul are alive,

ready to change and ready to strive,

No more will the shaytan hold me back,

in the worship of my Lord nothing will lack...

Together lets make the decision to change,

our priorities in this life lets re-arrange...

This life on Earth is short and fast,

but the life in the hereafter will forever last...

Ironically this life for us holds much value,

when the next life is the one thats true...

To make effort on Dunya we never tire,

but will it take us to paradise or hell fire?

This month will give a fresh perspective,

on the way we ought to and the way we live...

With Zikr and prayer lets increase our Iman,

Join me and together lets celebrate Ramadhan...

With Ramadhan here the changes begin,

Firstly walking away from a life of sin...

The shackles of sin I have worn so long,

Now caste away to the righteous I belong...

The seeker finds and mercy does shower,

On lail-a-tul Qadr the night of Power...

The Quran came down on this blessed night,

A guidance for mankind an illuminating light...

From the depth of your Soul please pray,

as Duas are accepted and sins wiped away...

Ask with a clean heart is all Allah requires,

and ask for whatever good the soul desires...

Listen to the Quran every night in Tarawih...

Ah...

Allah's words what spiritual ecstasy,

It cools your heart and calms your soul...

So with crystal clear vision perceive your goal,

For this goodness to last there is a price,

For the Deen of truth you need sacrifice,

To toss aside Dunya you hold so dear...

Nothing but Allah will you ever fear...

Tossing and turning through every night,

the demon called Dunya you need to fight...

the demon called nafs you need to tame,

because struggling to surrender is your ultimate aim...

Itikaf is a another gift that Allah sent,

The last ten days in His path spent...

in the Mosque in the presence of your Lord,

doing Zikr, Salawat or Solat at your own accord...

These days to Allah you must also dedicate,

then disbelief and ignorance you will hate...

The Quran and Sunnah will be your guide,

Only then faith in your heart will reside...

Beginning this Ramadhan lets make amends,

Study and practice until our life ends...

Everything but our deeds we leave behind,

this is the truth to which we were blind...

Our cars, wealth and house on earth will stay,

our actions are the companions on that day...

when your breath expires so does hope,

so hold on firmly to Allah's rope...

There is great wisdom in this rhyme,

Its dedicated to me before its my time...

for these changes my soul does yearn,

this Ramadhan insya'allah its my turn...

Happy 3rd Wedding Anniversary To Us...

Give Me You...

I don't ask for too many things
Only one thing I really need
That is you baby next to me
With that I'm satisfied

Don't need diamonds
I don't need gold
I just need someone here to hold
To keep me warm when the nights are cold
That would do just fine

You don't have to promise me the stars
Just promise me love, inside your heart
And that's enough
Baby that's enough

Give me you, give me all of you
All my nights spent just holding you
All my days being close to you
Nothing else that I need

Give me you, give me all your love
All your time, all your tender time
All your soul baby that's enough
Nothing else that I need
Give me you
That's enough for me baby

I don't need things that money buys
All I need is there in your eyes
I just need your heart next to mine
All my whole life through

You don't have to bring the moon to me
Just bring me the love
The love that I need
And that's enough

You don't have to promise me the stars
Just promise me that I have your heart
You don't have to bring the world to me
Just give me your word, you will never leave
Coz having you beside me,
I have everything I need
So give me you

12 years ago, Friday, March 14th 1997 at exactly 10.50pm...

I remembered, on this very day we started out as a couple during our high school years...

Both, strangers to each other at first... We started out as friends... Me, trying to be a match-maker for a classmate of mine who was having a major crush on you...

I remembered, how I used to despise you for your long, centre-parting "Mat Sakai" "o-bit" looking hairdo and you had all the girls in high school admiring you just because you were the only guy who goes around riding a scrambler to high school and all the girls dreamed of hitching a ride on your bike... pfft... SO MENTEL!! bleurgh!!

And to top it all off, I hated you and your entire group of school friends coz you guys made me picked up all the disgusting leftover chicken bones on the canteen floor... At that time, I was one of the school councillors and was put incharge of taking care of the canteen's cleanliness... And gosh!! How I hate cleaning up for other people's MESS!!

Then one day, I saw you with this new "Andy Lau" haircut... From that moment on, I have to admit that I was beginning to fall for you.. Admire la kate kan... hee hee... But I kept my feelings to myself and continued trying to fix a date, for both you and my girlfriend to meet... And as usual, you would declined the offer...

Then came one night, on the phone, when you told me that you had feelings for me and my friend was not the type of girl you would want to be with... I was pretty reluctant to go out on a date with you at first but still, after a few chats on the phone, we did went out together... We got to know each other better... And that's when on March 14, 1997... We decided to go as a couple... =)

The thing that touches my heart was, when you, on our 1st day of marriage, told me that you already had feelings for me the moment when I sang Celine Dion's "The Power of Love" on stage during a High School Singing Contest... And while I was singing, you whispered to yourself (while looking at me who was singing on stage), "Yes! I will be your man one day..." These words that you said, I will never forget...

I remembered how I always reminded you umpteen times, not to shower me with gifts and jewellery... And how you would sometimes still surprises me with gifts and love notes (till now)... I remembered how you always told me you're glad I'm not a materialistic kind of girl and that's one of the reasons you had me chosen to be your life partner... And how I'm always flattered by your sweet words... And how we used to go on dates with just 10 bucks in our pockets during our school years...

We had people who dislikes us, and criticises us for what we are... We've been thru so many trials and tribulations together... But never did we ever give up hope on our relationship... Till now, I never regret to have you as my husband... Having 2 adorable little children together... It really is a gift from Allah to have you, Asil and Asyura in my life...

Happy Anniversary Baba... Remember our words, "Thru Good and Bad Times, We'll Always Be Together..."

Love you and our babies... Always...

Ummi...

What Do You Think Of This Poem?

Eventually, this poem had caught my eyes... Very interesting... Just something that I would like to share... Well according to the writer, it's just a satirical poem that jabs at the vexations of our society... Maybe some of you out there might find it offensive... Well, I don't know... As for me, I'm pretty OK with it... What about you people? What do you think?

My Minah Wife

I was relaxing one corner
When I spot a hot chick from far
I smiled and passed her my number
My love story starts with Minah

Minah's a girl I barely knew
But one bad day I strayed a shot
Within the weeks her tummy grew
So off we went to tie the knot

Wanted a wedding by the block
But Minah's mum said, "So low class?"
"I want grand music and a jock"
"And make sure the venue's five stars!"

Hotel banquets and high dowry
Just so that others will envy
My credit card runs on empty
But hell, at least Minah's happy

When minahs be somebody's wife
They keep no watch on their damn rice
Barely a year of blissful life
My dearest mate grew twice her size

One day she said "House feels empty!"
"Did you not promise a good life?"
"I want a big Plasma TV"
So owe to Courts husband and wife

Then Minah grew fat and lazy
She starts a craving for a car
One day she marched up right to me
"Sayang, I want a Toyota!"

But I tell her I've cash no more
My bank account's right to the floor
She said, "Sayang, we can borrow"
"Installment plans, cash down zero!"

Minah is now proud and happy
With lots to show off to her friends
But they know not the reality
We're hanging on to our wits' ends

My minah wife now makes me low
With nothing more left to adore
A husband joy turns to sorrow
Fret not, I've got space for three more :)

RESPECT Is What I Seek!!

Respect is what I seek...
So why? Why do people disrespect me?
Always messing with me...

So tired of hearing what they say,
I want to close my eyes and just wish them away...

Respect is a valuable thing...
You got to earn it...
I never show respect to a person who don't deserve it...

But what about me?
Respect is what I seek...

Why should I respect those who don't respect me?
Who look down upon me for my incapability...

You should only respect those who show respect for you...
At least to my own self I'll always be true....

Why should I respect those who trample the weak,
And muzzle those who for themselves cannot speak?

I only respect those who treat others fair...
And who love Allah's creations and are under Allah's care...


Note:

This poem is dedicated to those of you who think that you could simply pin me and my hubby down just because we are the so-called "minorities"... You people are undeniably wrong...

Instead of gaining our respect, you had made us lose our respect on you!! Bear this in that freaking mind of yours that we are not what you think we are... We mind our own damn business & we are NOT a bunch of busybodies who go around telling stories and create havoc in the lives of others!!

Do not treat our kindness as our weakness just because we are the so-called "minorities". Please reflect your own self in the mirror before blindly judging others!!

I'm sick and tired of being pin-pointed at just because you people think that I'm much more vulnerable to all those false accusations and criticisms!!

Wake up and use your sight!! Are you sure that you are right?

Little Things In Life...

Too often we don't realize what we have until it's gone,
Too often we wait too late to say, "I'm sorry - I was wrong"...

Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones we hold dearest to our hearts,
And we allow foolish things to tear our lives apart...

Far too many times we let unimportant things into our minds,
And then it's usually too late to see what had made us blind...

So be sure that you let people know how much they mean to you,
Take that time to say the words before your time is thru...

Be sure that you appreciate everything you've got,
And be thankful for the little things in life that mean a lot...

Coz I Am A Mother Now...

My status has been raised,
My efforts have been praised,
Not in an ordinary way or at some place small,
But in the Quran, the greatest book of all...
Being thankful to Allah, my head goes down to bow...
Why? Coz I am a mother now...

Mother-Baby bondage is the strongest for sure,
My rights when compared are three time more,
Though sacrifices are ahead that I have to endure,
Being thankful to Allah, my head goes down to bow...
Why? Coz I am a mother now...

The babies need my love and attention most,
Even if I don't have a career to boast...
Staying at home for my children's sake is worth it I vow...
Being thankful to Allah, my head goes down to bow...
Why? Coz I am a mother now...

Even if my children have few toys to play,
Having their mom as playmate will bring a happy day...
With my guidance and care they'll not go astray...
I'm sure proud that I am here at home to stay...
Being thankful to Allah, my head goes down to bow...
Why? Coz I am a mother now...

Islam balances the roles for both husband and wife,
Both offer their duties and smooth stays the carriage of life...
My husband provides for the money that's true,
And relieves me of the burden to find work to do
So that all my zest and energy are for our children too...
Being thankful to Allah, my head goes down to bow...
Why? Coz I am a mother now...

Research too states that mother is the best
Than leaving the baby at a day care nest...
Teaching right from wrong is the parents' full time job...
A child's personality is made once, thus impossible to rob...
Being thankful to Allah, my head goes down to bow...
Why? Coz I am a mother now...

Sajak Ramadhan...

Sajak Ramadhan

Maafkan… Ya…!!!

Telah banyak kata sudah diucapkan dan dilontarkan, tak semua menyejukkan
Telah banyak perilaku yang sudah dibuat dan diciptakan, tak semua menyenangkan
Telah banyak keluhan, kebencian, kebohongan menjadi bagian dari diri

Saatnya istirahat dalam “perjalanan dunia”
Saatnya membersihkan jiwa yang berjelaga,
Saatnya menikmati indahnya kemurahanNya
Saatnya memahami makna pensucian diri

Selamat menunaikan ibadah Puasa
Bersama, kita leburkan kekhilafan,
Semoga Allah mempertemukan kita dengan Keagungan Lailatul Qadar…
Dan kita semua menjadi pilihan untuk dikabulkan do’a-do’a dan kembali menjadi fitrah

Aamiin ya Rabbal ‘Alamiin

(October 9th, 2006/16 Ramadhan 1427)

Sekiranya Ku Seorang Ibu...

I'm tired, shagged, sleepy, moody, grumpy whatever... I don't even have the mood to even talk to my office colleagues... I'm just procrastinating till the time comes for me to leave the office and head back home... To add to my 'mood swings' there's a bunch of Renovation Contractors doing some renovation works downstairs... The sound of walls being drilled, hammered and all... urghh... It's so noisy and irritating...

So, yesterday at home, I was busy looking for this particular story book that I bought a few years back when suddenly, I stumbled upon my book of poems... You know I've this 'thing' for poems... Almost everything that involves around me will be written into poems... That's how I express my feelings... So as you can see in my older blogs, those poems are written by me... There's this particular poem that I wrote in Malay. I wrote it about 4 years ago... So here goes...

Sekiranya Ku Seorang Ibu...

Ku tak secerdik mereka,

Ibu-ibu yang berijazah

Ku tak sekaya mereka,

Yang berjawatan tinggi

Walaupun tak semulia,

Ku inginkan kejayaan berjaya

Sebagai seorang ibu...

Setiap impian ku hargai,

Agar menjadi suatu kenyataan

Setiap misi ku laksanakan

Hanya satu di lubuk hatiku,

Membimbingmu wahai ANAK,

Agar ku kan berjaya

Sebagai seorang ibu...

Walau kemuliaan tak ku kecapi,

Emas segudang tak ku punyai,

Sekiranya dia yang menyusuli

Menjadi ANAK JATI, aku bangga

Kerana ku tahu ku berjaya,

Sebagai seorang ibu...

Impianku yang satu ini,

Kan ku semat di hati selalu

Sekiranya ku gagal membentukmu ANAK,

Tiada apa yang dibanggakan lagi

Walau harta setinggi bukit

Hatiku kan tetap murung,

Sekiranya gagal untuk berjaya

Sebagai seorang ibu...

The Constant State of Going Nowhere...

Muhamad Isyraq Asil ~ Nur Ikramina Asyura

Here I am, here we are, as it will go on forever
Noise, always noise...
Candles burn, lights are low
I haven't got a place to go...
Life in its constant state of moving nowhere...

The music is nice, floats thru the air
Sounds of waves crashing everywhere...
Percussive submissions, mind conditions
Writing with a left hand, unknowing and taking the chance...

Why not fly?
Why not try?
This constant game and play to stay high

But all is just a state of mind
All is reality of your choice
Constant evolution, constant adaptation
The constant state of moving nowhere...

Footsteps...
Silence is loud, kindness is brave
Wisdom is long, loving is necessary
I need it, we need it
Searching, looking for satisfaction...
It is nowhere, it is everywhere...

Pleading and praying for help to come?
What are we waiting for?
Why are we so afraid of taking charge?

But it's always changing...
Always...
In the constant state of going nowhere...

The Veil...

They say, "Oh, poor girl, you're so beautiful you know

It's a shame that you cover up your beauty so."

She just smiles and graciously responds reassuringly,

"This beauty that I have is just one simple part of me.

This body that I have, no stranger has the right to see.

These long clothes, this shawl I wear, ensure my modesty.

Faith is more essential than fashion, wouldn't you agree?"

This hijab,

This mark of piety,

Is an act of faith, a symbol,

For all the world to see.

A simple cloth, to protect her dignity.

So lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity.

They tell her, "Girl, don't you know this is the West and you are free?

You don't need to be oppressed, ashamed of your femininity."

She just shakes her head and she speaks so assuredly,

"See the bill-boards and the magazines that line the check-out isles,

with their phony painted faces and their air-brushed smiles?

Well their sheer clothes and low cut gowns they are really not for me.

You call it freedom, I call it "anarchy."

This hijab,

This mark of piety,

Is an act of faith, a symbol,

For all the world to see.

A simple cloth, to protect her dignity.

So lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity.

Lift the veil from your heart and seek the heart of purity.

When Gone Is The Glory...

When gone is the glory, when gone is the flame,
When gone is the name and you're left with yourself...

You look in the mirror, to search your face,
To remember who you are, who you ever were...

When gone is the glory, when gone is the shine,
Be gone the whole of your future and pride...

You look all around in search for a friend,
That no longer stands till the bitter end...

When gone is the glory, when gone is the sun,
When gone is the game, then what have you won?

Heartache and pain, of what could have been,
Only you know the truth, of what is within...

When gone is the praise, when gone is the fun,
Be gone the worth of what you've become...

When I am alone at the end of this story,
How does it feel when gone is the glory?

Woman...

Made out of a clot of blood

Nestled in a womb, away from harm

Chaste, from the day she was born

But as she aged, impurity spreads within her

Defying the Master of this entire Universe

Creating disputes over the freedom He had destined & granted

Given a physical structure meant only for her & the love of her life

She exploits the wilderness inside

Giving endless pleasure to men, unworthy of her mutual trust & respect

Manipulating mankind thru her beauty & lust,

Seducing them to a world of darkness & dusk...

Where are her morality, sense of dignity & pride?

Putting her inner most precious possession to waste only for some blokes,

Indecent to be her man

True man will not forsake & fake

Neither will he abandon her

A man abiding his promises, appreciates the uniqueness in her,

Guarding her deepest threats

A man who shields, a man who guides...

Controlling her own life

She walks on narrow pathways,

Unknown of the danger & obstacles ahead

She is let to drift, surrendering to a world of human needs & fantasies

Unable to foresee the depthness of her accumulated sins,

She is let loose & gone untamed

Promoting herself in a disreputable manner

Neglecting the great consequences in life, fully unaware of what lies upfront

Till the day retribution penetrates & strikes,

In the state of guilt & grief she will be

Turning into repentance with a crushed heart, she weeps

She is unfaithful, unfortunate & unforgivable...

Husband...

I never knew what love meant until I met you...
You're always there for me,
Whenever I need you...
You worry so much for baby and me...
And I do too...
That when we are not together,
We miss each other all the way thru...

You always comfort me,
When I'm sad...
You try so hard to make me happy,
Even when I'm mad...
I don't know sometimes how you put up with me...
I guess that's very nice,
To have a wonderful husband,
Always by my side...

Dedicated to my husband, Muhamad Rizal Yusop...