Wish You All The Best....

Muhammad, Alayhis salam Sat quietly in the evening His companion asked... "O, beautiful man, why do u sit here, grieving? " "My, Ummah, those who follow me... the future of their faith makes me worry till 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 all his fears "Oh, Allah, don't let this nation fade.." As he pleaded through the night the earth arround him filled with tears "My, Ummah, those who follow me... the future of their faith makes me worry till 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 the Prophet laid 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 till I cry.. My brothers and

Jakarta... When I mentioned this word at 15 years or more ago, I will think what a wonderful big city. Yeah, actually after more than 12 years i live here, Jakarta really grow up than that time i arrived. All aspect in everything, bu t the ironic thing its seem like as Rhoma Irama's song, a little lyric of the song if i translated maybe like this " The whole country property, Only for its people prosperity, b ut my heart always wondered, Why life is not evenly The rich get richer, The poor get poorer, The rich get richer, The poor get poorer State does not belong to class And also does not belong to individu als And therefore do not arbitrarily Enrich yourself blindly" That song can showing us, what Jakarta look alike, i would like to say "Jakarta behind The Scene" Sometimes, its too funny, when one in another place, government still busy with build the city by manything and in another place face of poverty still arrround the world . In o