Boleh Amin Pinjam RM10?

Seorang bapa pulang ke rumah dalam keadaan letih disambut baik oleh anaknya yang berusia 7 tahun. Sambil mengangkat briefcase ayahnya, si anak itu bertanya kepada ayah.....

Anak: Ayah...ayah.. boleh Amin tanya satu soalan?

Ayah: Hmmm....nak tanya apa?

Anak: Ayah...berapa pendapatan ayah sejam di pejabat?

Nota khas kepada yang bergelar Menantu..

Di suatu hari Nabi Ibrahim pergi menziarahi menantunya ketika puteranya, Nabi Ismail tiada di rumah. Isteri Nabi Ismail belum pernah bertemu bapa mertuanya, Nabi Ibrahim. Apabila sampai di rumah anaknya itu, terjadilah dialog antara Nabi Ibrahim dan menantunya.

Nabi Ibrahim : Siapakah kamu?
Menantu : Aku isteri Ismail.
Nabi Ibrahim : Di manakah suamimu, Ismail?
Menantu : Dia pergi berburu.
Nabi Ibrahim : Bagaimanakah keadaan hidupmu sekeluarga?
Menantu : Oh, kami semua dalam kesempitan dan (mengeluh) tidak pernah senang dan lapang.
Nabi Ibrahim : Baiklah! Jika suamimu balik, sampaikan salamku padanya. Katakan padanya, tukar tiang pintu rumahnya (sebagai kiasan supaya menceraikan isterinya).
Menantu : Ya, baiklah.

Don't Ignore Your SMS

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Chinie is a typical college girl who enjoys life to the fullest. She loves her boyfriend so much and texts him every now and then. JM is Chinie's boyfriend who works in a call center in Ortigas. He's always busy doing so many things. He only manage to reply to Chinie's texts when he got off from work. One time JM receive a message from Chinie:


"hi baby! how r u? miss u! call me when u come home k?! tc! lov u!"

JM ignored the message because he always receive the same message whenever it is time for him to go home from work.

"baby,i miss u already! did u eat yet?! take care when u go home! ill be waiting 4 ur call. lov u!"
"baby,where r u?! u're not replying to my msg. well,ill b here waiting for ur call! lov u!"


JM reaches home and lay on his bed. The last time he knew is tha he's reading Chinie's text. He was so tired he fall asleep and wasn't able to return Chinie's call. He can still hear his phone beeps but he's too tired to take a glimpse on the message. When he woke up the next day, he remember that he needs to call Chinie. He ignored the messages and dialed Chinie's #. No one's answering in her house. He called up her cellphone and he was surprised that her father answered the call. In his voice you can feel his tears and hear his heart tearing apart.

"JM, why'd you call just now? Chinie's been waiting for you!"
"Dad sorry. I was tired so i fell asleep. I called at home but no one answered. Where are you now?"
"Just wait for us at home"

JM went to Chinie's house and much to his surprised he saw a lot of people inside. The house were so lighted but you can see the gloom on every person you'll meet there. He was greeted by Chinie's mom on tears. She hug him tight and cried on his shoulders.

"Chinie was waiting for you. She didnt go out with us cause she was waiting for your call. She was killed last night by some robbers who came in here. She's gone JM, she's gone!!"
"Ma,Chinie texted me last night..how could that have happened?!"

JM can't look who's inside the coffin. He can't move and it feels like his whole body is stucked on the chair his seating. He wanted to cry but it seems that something is blocking his tears to fall down. He turn to his phone and read the messages of Chinie.

"Baby, i'll be waiting for you to call. I wont go out with dad anymore!"

"Baby, i'm scared. I think there's someone downstairs. Pls call me already!"

"Baby, they're here. What if they kill me. Pls call me. Baby where are you? I need you here now. Pls baby i can hear them come..."

"Baby.... i love you!..."

He wanted to shout and cry so loud. It's true that Chinie is waiting for his call. Up to her last breath she only thinks about him. He stare at Chinie inside the coffin. Suddenly tears starts flowing down his cheeks. He can't say anything. The only words he uttered...

"My baby, i'm so sorry! I could have known, i could have fight for you! i'm really sorry! I love you so much!"

Message: never ignore a msg even u are very tired...cause u may lost your love ones...... how much u love? Tell your girlfriend/boyfriend how much they mean to you and how much you love them. You'll never know, this might be the last time..

Elle: Cerita ni Elle ambil dari salah satu email forward yang Elle terima. Dah lama dah cerita ni tapi Elle nak berkongsi dengan korang. Selalunya kalau perempuan dalam ketakutan dia akan mencari orang yang dia tahu boleh melinduingi dirinya. Tetapi jika hanya satu cara untuk menghubungi orang tersebut iaitu telefon tetapi panggilan atau SMS orang itu tidak diendahkan, apa perasaan korang? Dalam kes Chinie ni, kalau Chinie lebih bijak, dia akan menghubungi ibu bapa, atau sesiapa saja memandangkan boyfriend sendiri tak layan message darinya. Elle macam mana letih pun Elle akan check fon. Mana tau ada emergency atau orang mencari kita.

Story: Person Who Love Others Will Be Loved

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Another story from forward email.

A long time ago in China, a girl named Li-li got married and went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all. Their personalities were very different, and Li-li was angered by many of her mother-in-law's habits. In addition, she criticized Li-li constantly.

Days passed days and weeks passed weeks. Li-li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-li had to bow to her mother-in -law and obey her every wish.



All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing the poor husband great distress. Finally, Li-li could not stand her mother-law's bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it. Li-li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all.

Mr. Huang thought for a while, and finally said, "Li-li, I will help you solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you." Li-li said, "Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do."


Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs. He told Li-li "You can't use a quick acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people to become suspicious.

Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up in her body. Every other day prepare some pork or chicken and put a little of these herbs in her serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspects you when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen." Li-li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law.

Weeks went by, and months went by, and every other day, Li-li served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother. After six months had passed, the whole household had changed.

Li-li had practised controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. She hadn't had an argument in six months with her mother-in-law, who now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with. The mother-in-law's attitude towards Li-li changed, and she began to love Li-li like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-li was the best daughter-in-law one could ever find. Li-li and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter, and Li-li's husband was very happy to see what was happening.

One day, Li-li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help again. She said, "Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the poison from killing my mother-in-law! She is changed into such a nice woman, and I love her like my mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her".

Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head, "Li-li, there is nothing to worry about, I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude towards her,but that has been all washed away by the love which you gave to her".

MORAL:
have you ever realised that how you treat others is exactly how they will treat you?
In China it is said:
The person who loves others will also be loved.

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Story: Are you sure that you want divorce?

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One of my favourite story about a couple who wants to divorce.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I did'nt love her anymore...

I just pitied her!


With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing omething at the table. I did'nt have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month if we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she did'nt want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.

I thought she was going crazy.

Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I had'nt noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote:

I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship.

It is not the mansion, the car, property , the money in the bank,
blah..blah..blah.

These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.

Do have a real happy marriage!

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Story: Kasih Seorang Adik

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Aku cuma ada seorang adik. Usianya tiga tahunlebih muda daripada aku. Suatu hari, untuk mendapatkan sehelai saputangan yang menjadi keperluan anak gadis ketika itu, aku ambil 50 sen dari poket seluar ayah.
Petang itu, pulang saja dari sekolah - ayah memanggil kami berdua. Dia meminta aku dan adik berdiri di tepi dinding. Aku menggeletar melihatrotan panjang sedepa di tangan ayah.

"Siapa ambil duit ayah?" tanya ayah bagai singa lapar.
Aku langsung tidak berdaya menentang renungan tajam mata ayah. Kedua-dua kami membisu,cuma tunduk memandang lantai.
"Baik,kalau tak mengaku,dua-dua ayah rotan!"
sambung ayah sambil mengangkat tangan untuk melepaskan pukulan sulungnya ke belakang aku.
Tiba-tiba, adik menangkap tangan ayah dengan kedua-dua belah tangannya sambil berkata,
"Saya yang ambil!"

Belum sempat adik menarik nafas selepas mengungkapkan kata-kata itu, hayunan dan balunan silih berganti menghentam tubuh adik. Aku tergamam, lidah kelu untuk bersuara. Walau perit menahan sakit, setitis pun airmata adik tak tumpah. Setelah puas melihat adik terjelepok di lantai, ayah merungut:
"Kamu sudah mula belajar mencuri di rumah sendiri. Apakah lagi
perbuatan kamu yang akan memalukan ayah di luar kelak?"
Malam itu, emak dan aku tak lepas-lepas mendakap adik. Belakangnya yang berbirat dipenuhi calar-balar cuba kami ubati. Namun adik cukup tabah. Setitis pun air matanya tidak mengiringi kesakitan yang
mencucuk-cucuk. Melihat keadaan itu, aku meraung sekuat hati, kesal dengan sikap aku yang takut berkata benar.



Adik segera menutup mulutku dengan kedua-dua belah tangannya lalu berkata,"Jangan menangis kak, semuanya dah berlalu!"
Aku mengutuk diri sendiri kerana tidak mampu membela adik. Tahun bersilih ganti, peristiwa adik dibelasah
kerana mempertahankan aku bagaikan baru semalam berlaku. Adik mendapat tawaran belajar ke sekolah
berasrama penuh dan aku pula ditawarkan menyambung pelajaran ke peringkat pra-universiti.

Malam itu ayah duduk di bawah cahaya lampu minyak tanah bersama ibu di ruang tamu. Aku terdengar ayah berkata,
"Zah, kedua-dua anak kita cemerlang dalam pelajaran. Abang bangga sekali!"
"Tapi apalah maknanya bang...!" aku terdengar ibu teresak-esak.
"Dimana kita nak cari duit membiayai mereka?"

Ketika itulah adik keluar dari biliknya. Dia berdiri di depan ayah dan ibu.
"Ayah,saya tak mahu ke sekolah lagi!"
Perlahan-lahan ayah bangun, membetulkan ikatan kain pelekatnya dan merenung wajah emak,kemudian wajah adik dalam-dalam. Panggggg....sebuah penampar singgah di pipi adik. Seperti biasa yang mampu
aku lakukan ialah menutup muka dan menangis.

"Kenapa kamu ni?Tahu tak,kalau ayah terpaksa mengemis kerana persekolahan kamu, ayah akan lakukan!"
"Orang lelaki kena bersekolah. Kalau tak, dia takkan dapat membawa keluarganya keluar daripada kemiskinan," aku memujuk adik tatkala menyapu minyak pada pipinya yang bengkak.

"Kakak perempuan...biarlah kakak yang berhenti."

Tiada siapa yang menyangka, dinihari itu adik tiada dibiliknya. Dia membawa bersamanya beberapa helai baju lusuh yang dia ada. Di atas pangkin tempat dia lelapkan mata, terdapat sehelai kertas yang tercatat.....

"Kak...untuk dapat peluang ke universiti bukannya mudah. Saya cari kerja dan akan kirim wang buat akak."
Apa lagi yang saya tahu selain meraung. Ayah termenung, jelas dia cukup kecewa. Begitu juga emak yang menggunakan air matanya memujuk ayah.

Suatu petang ketika berehat di asrama, teman sebilik menerpa: "Ada pemuda kampung tunggu kau kat luar!"

"Pemuda kampung?" bisikku. "Siapa?"

Tergesa-gesa aku keluar bilik. Dari jauh aku nampak adik berdiri dengan pakaian comotnya yang dipenuhi lumpur dan simen. "Kenapa sebut orang kampung, sebutlah adik yang datang!"

Sambil tersenyum dia menjawab, "Akak lihatlah pakaian adik ni. Apa yang akan kawan-kawan akak kata kalau mereka tahu saya adik kakak?"

Jantungku terasa berhenti berdenyut mendengarkan jawapannya. Aku cukup tersentuh. Tanpa sedar, air jernih mengalir di pipi. Aku kibas-kibas bebutir pasir dan tompokan simen pada pakaian adik. Dalam suara antara dengar dan tidak, aku bersuara, "Akak tak peduli apaorang lain kata."

Dari kocek seluarnya, adik keluarkan sepit rambut berbentuk kupu-kupu.Dia mengenakan pada rambutku sambil berkata, "Kak, saya tengok ramai gadis pakai sepit macam ni, saya beli satu untuk akak."

Aku kaku. Sepatah kata pun tak terucap. Aku rangkul adik dan dadanya dibasahi air mataku yang tak dapat ditahan-tahan. Tamat semester, aku pulang ke kampung sementara menunggu konvokesyen. Aku lihat tingkap dan dinding rumah bersih, tak seperti selalu.

"Emak,tak payahlah kerja teruk-teruk bersihkan rumah sambut saya balik."
"Adik kamu yang bersihkan. Dia pulang kelmarin. Habis tangannya luka-luka."

Aku menerpa ke biliknya. Cantik senyum adik. Kami berdakapan.
"Sakit ke?" aku bertanya tatkala memeriksa luka pada tangannya.
"Tak....Kak tahu, semasa bekerja sebagai buruh kontrak, kerikil dan serpihan simen jatuh seperti hujan menimpa tubuh saya sepanjang masa. Kesakitan yang dirasa tidak dapat menghentikan usaha saya untuk
bekerja keras."

Apalagi...aku menangis seperti selalu. Aku berkahwin pada usia menginjak 27 tahun. Suamiku seorang usahawan menawarkan jawatan pengurus kepada adik.
"Kalau adik terima jawatan tu, apa kata orang lain?" kata adik.
"Adik takde pelajaran. Biarlah adik bekerja dengan kelulusan yang adik ada."
"Adik tak ke sekolah pun kerana akak." kata ku memujuk.
"Kenapa sebut kisah lama, kak?" katanya ringkas, cuba menyembunyikan kesedihannya.

Adik terus tinggal di kampung dan bekerja sebagai petani setelah ayah tiada. Pada majlis perkahwinannya dengan seorang gadis sekampung, juruacara majlis bertanya,
"Siapakah orang yang paling anda sayangi?"
Spontan adik menjawab, "Selain emak, kakak saya...."
katanya lantas menceritakan suatu kisah yang langsung tidak ku ingati.

"Semasa sama-sama bersekolah rendah, setiap hari kami berjalan kaki ke sekolah.Suatu hari tapak kasut saya tertanggal. Melihat saya hanya memakai kasut sebelah, kakak membuka kasutnya dan memberikannya pada saya. Dia berjalan dengan sebelah kasut. Sampai di rumah saya lihat kakinya berdarah sebab tertikam tunggul dan calar-balar."

"Sejak itulah saya berjanji pada diri sendiri. Saya akan lakukan apa saja demi kebahagiaan kakak saya itu. Saya berjanji akan menjaganya sampai bila-bila."

Sebaik adik tamat bercerita, aku meluru ke pelamin, mendakap adik sungguh-sungguh sambil meraung bagaikan diserang histeria. 

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