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Malay to English Translation: TERLENA by Hamka

 

TERLENA Waktu berlalu begitu pantas menipu kita yang terlena  Belum sempat berdzikir di waktu pagi hari sudah menjelang siang belum sempat bersedekah pagi matahari sudah meninggi.  Niat pukul 9.00 pagi hendak Sholat Dhuha tiba-tiba adzan Dhuhur sudah terdengar.. Teringin setiap pagi membaca 1 juz Al-Quran menambah hafalan satu hari satu ayat itu pun tidak dilakukan.  Rancangan untuk tidak akan melewatkan malam kecuali dengan Tahajjud dan Witir walau pun hanya 3 rakaat semua tinggal angan-angan  Beginikah berterusannya nasib hidup menghabiskan umur? Berseronok dengan usia?  Lalu tiba-tiba menjelmalah usia di angka 30 sebentar kemudian 40 tidak lama terasa menjadi 50 Dan kemudian orang mula memanggil kita dengan panggilan “Tok Wan, Atok…Nek” menandakan kita sudah tua.  Lalu sambil menunggu Sakaratul Maut tiba diperlihatkan catatan amal yang kita pernah buat Astaghfirullah, ternyata tidak seberapa sedekah dan infaq cuma sekedarnya mengajarkan ilmu tidak pernah ada silaturrohim tidak pernah buat.  Justeru, apakah roh ini tidak akan melolong, meraung, menjerit menahan kesakitan di saat berpisah daripada tubuh ketika Sakaratul Maut?  Tambahkan usiaku ya Allah aku memerlukan waktu untuk beramal sebelum Kau akhiri ajalku. Belum cukupkah kita menyia-nyiakan waktu selama 30, 40, 50 atau 60 tahun?  Perlu berapa tahun lagikah untuk mengulang pagi, siang, petang dan malam? Perlu berapa minggu, bulan, dan tahun lagi agar kita bersedia untuk mati? Kita tidak pernah merasa kehilangan waktu dan kesempatan untuk menghasilkan pahala Maka 1000 tahun pun tidak akan pernah cukup bagi orang-orang yang terlena. *HAMKA*

HEEDLESS Time slips past As we stay oblivious Deceiving those Who remain heedless  We barely have time for morning Zikr When all too soon daylight creeps in We barely have time for morning Sadaqah When all too soon the sun peeks out  At 9.00 we plan to pray Dhuha prayer When suddenly, we hear the call for Zuhur We've always yearned to Recite one Juz of Quran each morning Commit to memory one verse each day Still, neither wish ever gets fulfilled  We keep telling ourselves No more staying up late into the nights Save for Tahajjud and Witir Even if only for 3 Rakaats Yet again, they just remain a wish  Is this how it's going to be for the rest of our lives? Merely enjoying our time? When suddenly we've turned 30 Then much too soon we hit 40 before we know it, we're already 50!  Soon after, others start to call us Grandpapa, Grandmama A sure sign that we've grown old  Then while waiting for death to take us away Our record of past deeds Parts open in display  Astaghfirullah! Only then we realize Our Sadaqah is a measly sum Our Infaq barely suffice Imparting knowledge we never did Nor was Siloturrohim part of our deed  If so, how then will our soul Not scream, not grief, and not wail in agony As our soul departs our body While struggling thru' Sakaratul Maut?  Extend my life, oh Allah! I need time to do good deeds before you end my life.  Has it not been enough for us to idle away time for 30, 40, 50 or 60 years?  How much more time do we crave to repeat our mornings, our days, our evenings and our nights?  How many more weeks, months, and years do we need until we are prepared to face our death?  If we never feel the loss Of the time and the chance We have been given To seek rewards  So even if we're given 1000 years It would still never be enough If we remain heedless #expressitwrite #englishtranslationbyexpressitwrite

 

Hooked

If you were to ask me what food I love most, I would say without a single doubt durian tops the list. My love for durian probably started even before I was born. I was so addicted to the spiky fruit that I failed to understand how anyone could have it in them to hate durian. Like my Aunt Effa, for instance.

Through the eyes of a kettle

The task was to write about a morning through the eyes of a kettle.

At 5.00 a.m. every morning, the maid would pick me up from the side table and carry me to the kitchen sink. She would take off my hat and hold me under the tap. Then she turns on the tap to let the cold water to gush through my hatless top and fill my body.

of Lose, Loss, Lost, and Loose... Oh, the misery!

Wearing a supposedly loose tunic top that is in reality too tight for my liking, I tried to lose myself in the crowd hiding from my loser friend, Zalore. She loses her head every time she sees me because I am the only friend she has.