humayra_solehah

:: Fill the world with colors paint it everywhere u go :: Paint everything u see and tell everyone u know::Quran will be your paint and your brush will be iman :: So fill the world with color every color of Islam ::

Heritages: Asian

Languages: Bahasa Malaysia (Malay)

Job: Student-College/University

About Me:
A simple girl who yearns for Mardhatillah still trying to get there, despite the obstacles that i face hoping to gain His pleasure and His love i'm trying to be a full bloom rose in the garden of Islam. beautiful, but adorned with thorns. to be a good muslimah, but protected with Imaan and haya' from the lies of the world.. i'm currently studying health science in a uni here in malaysia.. welcome to visit my site... http://humayrasolehah.blogspot.com

Hobbies:
_The Rhythm_ All the sounds that surrounds us, all the noises that dumbfound us, the clatter and the clamor of the clutter of our lives. Cars and streets make silence shatter, idle minds fill up with idle chatter, if we fill our void that’s all that matters. Why are the drums so silent? Why can’t we hear the rhythm? What’s wrong with you and I? Why are the drums so silent? Why can’t we hear the rhythm from the heals of believers marching to the garden as they strive? We’ve digitized The Revelation. Does our rehearsed recitation go any deeper than our throats? Our calls to prayer seem to rise up to the sky, conferences and lectures, seminars for you and I, the words that blow away with anasheed that make us cry yet, Why are the drums so silent? Why can’t we hear the rhythm? What’s wrong with you and I? Why are the drums so silent? Why can’t we hear the rhythm from the heals of believers marching to the garden as they strive? If we can just be brave enough to be each other’s mirror we may finally recognize the face of conscience that we fear. And if we take the time to mute the noise we’ve built around ourselves the rhythm of the heartbeats and the purpose may be clear, If we beat the drum… (a whisper of peace…) Beat the drum… (moving through the land…) Beat the drum… If we beat the drums of hope and faith we will all fall into rhythm, I have faith in you and I. If we beat the drums of hope and faith, then we will feel the rhythm from our footsteps and our striving, marching to the garden as we try. Marching to the garden as we die.

Movies:

Books:
Loveletters.. (of course!) Way to the Quran and in The Early Hours are great! Any Islamic novels (dunno of much that's in english though. http://spaces.muxlim.com/usercp/profile many in Malay)

Music:
Quran (the love letters from Allah (*_*) Nasyeeds (Malay ones plus Dawud Warnsby Ali's english ones) One of my favourite lyrics.. Muhammad, `alayhis salam, Sat quietly in the evening His companion asked, “O beautiful man, why do you sit here, grieving?” “My ummah, those who follow me, The future of their faith Makes me worry ’til I cry. My brothers and sisters in Islam, Will they be strong and carry on after I die?” The Prophet stood silently and prayed His beard becoming wet as he cried for his fears. “O Allah, don’t let this nation fade!” As he pleaded through the night The earth around him filled with tears. “My ummah, those who follow me, The future of their faith Makes me worry ’til I cry. My brothers and sisters in Islam, Will they be strong and carry on after I die?” A stillness fell over the land Companions gathered near to where the Prophet lay. As Ayesha, his wife, held tight to his hand, The Prophet spoke again before he passed away, “My ummah, those who follow me, The future of their faith Makes me worry ’til I cry. My brothers and sisters in Islam, Will they be strong and carry on after I die?” Believers, Brothers and sisters in Islam, Will we be strong and carry on Until we die....