<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUFQnY_fSp7ImA9WhRUFUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542</id><updated>2012-01-26T21:23:33.845+08:00</updated><category term='What a Life'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Ad-deen'/><title>Forever In Wonderland</title><subtitle type='html'>I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be happy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A04GRX49eyp7ImA9WhRUFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-5068052175833925617</id><published>2012-01-26T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:25:24.063+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-26T17:25:24.063+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a Life'/><title>This blog will be private~</title><content type='html'>Salam n hi friends. im gonna make this blog private so please leave ur email at Comments if u still wanted to access my blog.hehe.. but it's not a promise that i'll approve you.haha.. I dah delete sume post lame.. so tinggal bape kerat je. nak buka buku baru ni. hehe..till then, salam :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-5068052175833925617?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/5068052175833925617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=5068052175833925617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/5068052175833925617?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/5068052175833925617?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-blog.html' title='This blog will be private~'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUEAQnw9fyp7ImA9WhRUFUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-7030950796176916981</id><published>2012-01-01T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:14:03.267+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-26T21:14:03.267+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title>Kamu</title><content type='html'>Jarak.&lt;br /&gt;
Aku mencintai kamu, &lt;br /&gt;
maka rindu menjadi pertemuan terindah ketika tanpa kamu di sisiku.&lt;br /&gt;
Suaramu musik yang membebaskan aku dari sepi..&lt;br /&gt;
Gemuruh. &lt;br /&gt;
aku dengar ombak kejauhan, bagai ritma jantung yang memecah sunyi bila kau dekat.&lt;br /&gt;
Teluk hatiku dipenuhi gemuruh laut yang tak pernah surut..&lt;br /&gt;
Kerna hanya rindu mampu menyempurnakan percakapan kita,&lt;br /&gt;
yang kadang tak berakhir dengan senyuman...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-7030950796176916981?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/7030950796176916981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=7030950796176916981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/7030950796176916981?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/7030950796176916981?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2012/01/kamu.html' title='Kamu'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQDRH87fSp7ImA9WhdXGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-7472179108864103494</id><published>2011-09-01T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T05:32:55.105+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-01T05:32:55.105+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a Life'/><title>been dreaming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d0478e912ea4560a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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It's amazing how someone can break ur heart but u still can love them with all the little pieces.. i cry with joy for the time u were mine; but now i cry for the memories i've left behind, i cry for the vain, the lost, the old, the new, i cry for times i thought i had u...... the weirdest thing happened the other morning, i woke up with tears in my eyes, and one rolling down my cheek... and i knew i must have been dreaming of u again... &lt;br /&gt;
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there are things that we dont want to happen but have to accept, things we dont want to know but have to learn, and people we cant live without but have to let go........... now im too afraid to see what's outside.. even though it may be something right for me.. i dunno how to believe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-7472179108864103494?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/7472179108864103494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=7472179108864103494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/7472179108864103494?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/7472179108864103494?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2011/09/been-dreaming.html' title='been dreaming.'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUQNQ3g-eyp7ImA9WhdQFEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-354974565567584607</id><published>2011-08-15T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:03:12.653+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-15T21:03:12.653+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title>No Title</title><content type='html'>When u love someone so deep inside.. &lt;br /&gt;
it seems like it's so easy to hide&lt;br /&gt;
you've loved him for so very long&lt;br /&gt;
u would think he could do no wrong..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Every day u would hope and pray,&lt;br /&gt;
that he would always stay this way..&lt;br /&gt;
he treated you like you should be treated,&lt;br /&gt;
u thought ur life was finally completed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
U thought ur love was growing true&lt;br /&gt;
and then one day it was all so blue..&lt;br /&gt;
he started putting you down and it hurts..&lt;br /&gt;
u thought all u were to him was dirt&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He started ignoring u and u wondered why..&lt;br /&gt;
all u wanted to do was curl up and die..&lt;br /&gt;
u thought ur relationship would never end,&lt;br /&gt;
but that was all so fake and pretend..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One night he was so sweet to you&lt;br /&gt;
u thought all those things were maybe untrue&lt;br /&gt;
two days later he was back the same,&lt;br /&gt;
u thought u were the one to blame..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He thought the relationship was getting too serious&lt;br /&gt;
and that u had become a little too curious..&lt;br /&gt;
by this time you knew it wouldn't last,&lt;br /&gt;
all the nice things he said were in the past..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
U thought that u would marry him some day,&lt;br /&gt;
but this time God wanted to get his way..&lt;br /&gt;
u wanted things back how they were before,&lt;br /&gt;
but you knew this couldn't happen anymore..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was a Thursday night about 8 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;
u heard the news and it wasn't a shock&lt;br /&gt;
u knew this was going to happen soon..&lt;br /&gt;
as you laid there and cried in the pale lit moon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-354974565567584607?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/354974565567584607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=354974565567584607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/354974565567584607?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/354974565567584607?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkYFQn05eip7ImA9WhRUFUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-8429590755174298633</id><published>2011-01-27T04:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:21:53.322+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-26T21:21:53.322+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a Life'/><title>Bertabah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i ever thought n said- i dunno why i dont inherit my parents' leadership, confidence and patience..? till now i still believe that i dont inherit these qualities at the best.. i wish i could.. Saya mahu jadi seorang yang tahan dikritik, yang bijak membuat keputusan, yang sabar bila difitnah, yang masih mampu senyum bila dilanda masalah, yang boleh 'say no' bila hati dan fikiran benar2 berkata tidak, yang boleh suarakan apa yang dimahukan.. &amp;nbsp;Kenapalah saya ni cpt sgt mengalah bila dikritik.. kenapalah saya ni susah sgt nak buat keputusan.. kenapalah saya ni cpt melatah bila diperkatakan bukan2.. kenapalah saya cpt emosional bila ada masalah.. kenapalah saya susah sgt nak katakan tidak, ikut saja ckp org, tak mampu nak defend diri sendiri.. kenapalah saya ni takut sgt nak cakap apa yang saya nak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kdg2 perlu jadi selfish..kdg2 perlu buat hati kering, kdg2 perlu utk tak pedulikan org lain, kdg2 perlu jadi outspoken dan annoying demi mempertahankan kehendak dan hak diri. Tapi kenapa susah sgt sy nak jadi mcm tu? Adakah kerana saya terlalu memikirkan- &lt;b&gt;jangan buat apa yang kita tak suka org buat kat kita? &lt;/b&gt;Tapi pada masa skrg, macam tak ada gunanya menjadi terlalu baik.. bila kita baik sgt org akan eksploitasi. Tapi bila saya fikir balik, mmg sakit bila jadi baik kat dunia ni, but it pays later. maybe. atau sebenarnya saya keliru antara baik dan lembik? whatever. Saya rasa, xde salahnya jadi baik. yang salah adalah mentaliti manusia skrg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nabi Muhammad s.a.w. contoh manusia terbaik di dunia. Kerana baiknya baginda, lembut hatinya, buatkan org sayang dan org percaya. Rasulullah tak jadi pemimpin dlm sekelip mata, dia lalui saat2 getir utk sampai ke tahap itu.. itu dulu. waktu di mana manusia masih ada hati suci utk memandang dgn telus. tapi skrg, yang pandai memanipulasi org itulah yg bakal berkuasa. Lalu org baik jd mangsa.. Maka semua org mahu belajar bagaimana memanipulasi dan mengeksploitasi org.. sbb itu saja cara utk buat org hormat dan sanjung. lalu berkuranglah org baik2 sbb dah dimanipulasi dan dieksploitasi oleh mereka yg ada kuasa.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;kata2 org baik xde org nak dgr sgt sbb org baik tak berkuasa..&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;bak kata salah seorang pegawai undang2 tmpt saya praktikal dulu,&lt;b&gt; ibaratnya bila semua pokok kat atas bumi ni nak pupus, kalau kita sorg je yg berusaha nak tanam, mmg susah nak berhasil..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Saya nak jadi kuat dan tabah mcm papa.. saya nak keyakinan dan kesabaran mcm umi.. saya mahu jadi cukup teguh utk diri sendiri di saat org lain tak lagi mampu utk mempertahankan saya... Apa pun yang terjadi selepas ini, saya harap saya mampu bertahan demi mak ayah saya, dan paling penting demi agama saya.. Niat kita hanya kita dan Tuhan yang tahu...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-8429590755174298633?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/8429590755174298633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=8429590755174298633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/8429590755174298633?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/8429590755174298633?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2011/01/bertabah.html' title='Bertabah.'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkIBRnY7eyp7ImA9WhRUFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-8601774686146191641</id><published>2010-12-03T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T03:09:17.803+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-26T03:09:17.803+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a Life'/><title>Like i care? But somewhat~herm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSbH18vCiv4/TPhAN5nA8gI/AAAAAAAABds/O4nUiXMuPjY/s1600/i_am_free2007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSbH18vCiv4/TPhAN5nA8gI/AAAAAAAABds/O4nUiXMuPjY/s320/i_am_free2007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam &amp;amp; hi. what do u feel when every single part of ur life is like having giant spotlights? that u're not free to do anything u like or want, or u may so, but with less freedom. I dunno.. sometimes i feel like i dont care, dont care what people might say or act if i do. But when a few who close to me talk about something that i've done or may be done, and those words seem like dont 'fit' my ears, then i feel very uncomfortable. Can these people just leave me alone to be myself? i still know &amp;amp; very understand what is wrong and what is right. For the past times, let bygones be bygones.. i think my life activities just like normal, so what's wrong with me people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dont want to mess up with this problem, but they put me in. I just want to live my life as ordinary as i could, without people to talk about me behind, or even in front and i just can reply yada,yada,yada.. Im just a normal human being-need to express feelings, need a real life, need love, need joy, need a supportive family, need friends, need freedom. why should i always be connected to their lives? why do i need to follow other people's desires? why do i need to be other people pleaser? why do i need to think about others before doing something when there's nothing wrong? I have my own life, please..understand me.let me be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To whom it may concern, i dont know how to make u understand this. yes i know we're different, in many aspects, but please understand. i want to live my youth, so please let me. please dont control my life otherwise the situation may become worse. why should i always be connected to ur lives? why do i need to be a pleaser to ur desires? can't i choose the way of my life by myself? can u just let me be free for this moment? then i'll be back to you, at the end. thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-8601774686146191641?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/8601774686146191641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=8601774686146191641&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/8601774686146191641?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/8601774686146191641?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2010/12/like-i-care-but-somewhatherm.html' title='Like i care? But somewhat~herm..'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSbH18vCiv4/TPhAN5nA8gI/AAAAAAAABds/O4nUiXMuPjY/s72-c/i_am_free2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0cARn4-cCp7ImA9WhRUFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-2467525857016707614</id><published>2010-11-13T05:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T03:17:27.058+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-26T03:17:27.058+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a Life'/><title>Sekiranya..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Telah datang padaku seorang insan yang mengetuk pintu hati ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sekiranya dia adalah jodohku yang terbaik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yang telah Engkau tetapkan buatku sejak dari kandungan ibuku lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Maka permudahkanlah urusanku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Permudahkanlah urusan dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dan permudahkanlah urusan kami berdua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ya Allah Ya Rahman Ya Allah Ya Rahim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lindungilah imanku Ya Allah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lindungilah iman dia Ya Allah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dan lindungilah iman kami berdua sepanjang perhubungan ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tolong pesan padanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aku tak mahu menjadi punca kegagalannya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tolong pesan padanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aku membiarkan Yang Esa menjaga dirinya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tolong khabarkan pada si dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aku tidak mahu melekakan dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tolong khabarkan pada si dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aku mahu dia berjaya dalam impian dan cita-citanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tolong khabarkan pada si dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jadilah penyokong dalam kehidupanku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tolong sampaikan pada si dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kerana aku tidak mampu memberitahunya sendiri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSbH18vCiv4/TN2tIE5RuWI/AAAAAAAABcE/aRPBXUP9ToA/s1600/muslim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSbH18vCiv4/TN2tIE5RuWI/AAAAAAAABcE/aRPBXUP9ToA/s320/muslim.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-2467525857016707614?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/2467525857016707614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=2467525857016707614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/2467525857016707614?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/2467525857016707614?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2010/11/sekiranya.html' title='Sekiranya..'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSbH18vCiv4/TN2tIE5RuWI/AAAAAAAABcE/aRPBXUP9ToA/s72-c/muslim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMDRHoyfCp7ImA9Wx5XFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-7931250039384025151</id><published>2009-11-01T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T06:01:15.494+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-17T06:01:15.494+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title>Hanyalah Nama Tak Beerti..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Impianku, hancur keranamu..&lt;br /&gt;jiwa tergelincir olehmu&lt;br /&gt;Namun salah siapa..&lt;br /&gt;salahku?&lt;br /&gt;menjunjungmu terlalu tinggi&lt;br /&gt;menggantung harapan di hujung jemarimu..&lt;br /&gt;Dewi, bidadari, puteri, kekasih,&lt;br /&gt;hanyalah nama tak beerti..&lt;br /&gt;Lalu lelaki,&lt;br /&gt;jangan kau datang lagi ke hati ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-7931250039384025151?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/7931250039384025151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=7931250039384025151&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/7931250039384025151?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/7931250039384025151?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2009/11/hanyalah-nama-tak-beerti.html' title='Hanyalah Nama Tak Beerti..'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMDRHoycSp7ImA9Wx5XFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-5175068665006680756</id><published>2009-06-21T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T06:01:15.499+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-17T06:01:15.499+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a Life'/><title>Untuk Hero Saya.. Walaupun Dia Tak Membacanya..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSbH18vCiv4/ShctsrhA_pI/AAAAAAAAA1U/F-INJLU4k2k/s1600-h/father-daughter-reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSbH18vCiv4/ShctsrhA_pI/AAAAAAAAA1U/F-INJLU4k2k/s200/father-daughter-reading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338786128889708178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salam Semua.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Selamat Hari Bapa and Happy Father's Day&lt;/span&gt; buat insan2 yg bergelar bapa, ayah, walid, papa, abah, abi, daddy dan abuya sekalipun..dan ape2 sajelah yg m'bawa makna 'ayah'. A very happy father's day buat Ayahanda saya yang tercinta..yg selalu jauh di mata tp dekat di hati.. buat abang2 saya yang dikasihi-abg Zakir, abg Aidi and abg Fariz.. smoga rahmat Allah sentiasa ada utk kluarga kamu dan didiklah anak2 sebaik mungkin.. buat abg ipar  yg saye hormati, akhi Haniff, smoga kebahagiaan yg dimiliki b'panjangan hingga akhir usia.. Tak taulah knape, mood saye tibe2 sayu n &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melancholic&lt;/span&gt; pulak on father's day ni.. maaf la ye.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kali menatap wajah berusia 66 tahun itu, hati saya selalu rasa sayu. Selalu hati saya tertanya-tanya, owh dia tak tahu penat kah? dia tak pernah kenal erti bosankah? Siang malam bekerja tanpa henti.. seolah-olah sepicing waktu pun tidak bisa ditinggalkan.. t'ingat saya kata-katanya, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duit bole cari, tapi masa tak boleh di ganti..&lt;/span&gt;" Sampai skrg terngiang-ngiang di akal dan pendengaran saya. Tapi masih lagi saya gemar melengahkan waktu.. Degilkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dan pesan saya pada anak2, walaupun ibu bapa kamu mampu memberikan apa yg kamu ingin miliki, janganlah mempergunakan semua itu sewenang2nya.. Fikirkan juga hari tua mereka dan kemungkinan2 yg tak diingini b'laku.. Mana tahu bencana akan menimpa memusnahkan segalanya, mana tahu di saat mereka sakit tenat dan kos yg byk diperlukan utk perubatan.. Di saat itulah wang simpanan sgt2 diperlukan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk ayahanda tercinta.. Walaupun kamu tak baca blog ni and memang kamu tak pandai guna internet &amp;amp; computer skalipun, tapi at least ada org tahu yg saya sgt sygkan kamu.. you're the best father in te world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya saya sunyi tanpa kamu, pa. Kalau saya bangun awal pagi, dan menyiapkan breakfast di dapur, selalu saja kamu menyapa selepas pulang dr surau solat subuh... "ja masak apa pagi ni.." b'sama senyuman yg gives bright into my day.. Pada hari2 saya t'lajak tidur, kamulah yg mengetuk pintu bilik saya supaya bangun solat subuh.. Dan di waktu tengahari, walaupun saya m'jadi kelam kabut memasak di dapur krn kamu sudah menunggu di meja makan tidak sabar mahu menikmati hidangan, tetapi suasana itulah yg saya rindui bila kamu tiada krn hanya kamu yg boleh buat sy rasa dihargai krn masakan sy.. Kalau kamu tiada, saya dan umi tak tahu nak masak apa dan kedua-duanya takde selera nak makan apa2 pun.. semua yg dimasak rasa tak sedap dan akhirnya masuk ke peti ais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu kecil2 dulu, ketika kindergarten &amp;amp; primary school, kamulah yg bangunkan saya pagi2 dan paksa saya mandi.. kerana umi sdg sibuk buat sarapan di dapur.. Sehinggakan kamu beli water heater baru di bathroom saya krn saya malas mandi pagi.. Dan di waktu2 saya malas ke skolah, kamulah yg memaksa saya bangun ke skolah.. dan jika saya berdegil dan berkeras tak mau pergi, kamulah yg terpaksa membuang malu menelefon skolah yg saya tak hadir pd hari itu.. Kalau saya demam atau sakit, kamulah yg slalu insist saya supaya ke klinik.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kalau saya dpt result ujian atau exam yg tak bagus, terutamanya matematik, kamu tak pernah marah saya, kamu tak pernah ckp saya tak pandai, tapi kamu suruh saya usaha lagi.. tapi result math saya tak pernah elok malah makin teruk.. tapi kamu ttp cool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu dulu juga, kamu slalu berusaha utk meluangkan masa menemani saya krn abg2 blajar jauh, dan masa itu pula saya masih blom 'ngam' dgn kakak.. jarak usia 6 tahun itu m'buatkan kami slalu berselisih. Tapi pa, kamu tahu kan skrg saya dan kakak adalah entiti yg tak mampu dipisahkan.. Saya masih ada hati utk main chess dgn kamu wlaupun saya tahu kamu sgt terror main chess.. Dan kdg2 saya minta kamu belikan A&amp;amp;W dan kamu bawa saya ke sana.. Masa kecik2 dulu kamu slalu bawa saya ke rumah nenek dan saya sgt suka krn dpt wang saku dr nenek.. dan makan makanan yg jarang dijumpai di bandar2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu kecil2 seawal usia 3,4 tahun dulu, kamu slalu bawa saya melancong.. wlaupun saya tak ingat, tapi dgn melihat gambar pun cukup utk m'buat saya puas hati.. Skrg kita dah jarang travel sama2, krn waktu lapang kita slalu tak sama.. Seingat saya p'cutian terakhir kita pd thn 2003.. Dan selepas itu banyak plan kita t'paksa cancel, krn kamu dgn kerja kamu, da saya dgn jadual pengajian saya.. Dan trip baru2 ini pun kita t'paksa cancel krn H1N1.. owh saya sgt kecewa tapi tak mengapalah..  Dan skrg kita sudah jarang makan di luar sama2.. kamu lebih gemar tapau dan makan di rumah..  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Apapun, saya seronok b'sama kamu wlaupun kamu tak macam ayah org lain yg boleh diajak lepak di mamak ataupun kedai kopi.. Saya faham cara kamu wlaupun kdg2 terkilan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa, walaupun banyak hal saya uruskan sendiri, beli brg keperluan sendiri, buka akaun bank sendiri, uruskan mykad &amp;amp; passport sendiri, ke klinik sendiri malah ke pasar dan ke kedai pun sendiri membeli keperluan rumah dan dapur kita, tak seperti rakan2 seusia saya ketika itu yg kebanyakannya diuruskan ibubapa, tapi saya tak pernah salahkan kamu dan umi.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;kerana saya sedar tuntutan hidup kamu bukan hanya utk keluarga tapi utk banyak lagi perkara yg tak terlihat oleh mata kasar, dan hanya kita yg tahu dan faham.. Malah semua itu m'jadikan saya seorg yg b'dikari dan matang.. Matang b'fikir dan matang b'tindak.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Walaupun selalu saya b'tindak ikut hati, tapi saya masih tidak mengenepikan didikan kamu dalam hidup saya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu saya sgt degil, saya suka lawan cakap kamu, ckp umi.. saya memberontak.. merajok.. tapi apabila semakin dewasa, skrg,  agaknya kamu perasan tak saya smakin lembut, saya smakin b'tggjawab dan m'jadi seorg yg lebih berfikir..? Krn saya sedar saya byk melukai hati kamu.. Saya tahu sebanyak mana pun penat saya yg terbuang krn kamu, sbyk mana pun rasa tidak puas hati yg t'pendam krn teguran &amp;amp; tindakan kamu, yg saya rasakan menyakitkan hati, itu semua tidak mampu m'balas semua jasa2 kamu pada saya.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Saya sedar kasih seorang ayah itu sangat halus dan tidak terzahir dgn pelukan, kucupan mahupun kata2.. Walaupun org kata kamu hanya beri duit pd saya, tp tak ambil tahu hal kehidupan saya, namun saya tak merasakan begitu krn jauh di sudut hati saya dpt merasai kasih syg kamu pd saya..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Malah andai sepucuk pistol di acukan pd saya ketika ini, saya rasa kamulah org pertama yg dtg menyelamatkan saya.. Kamu tetap lelaki teragung dlm hidup saya, pa..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u're my hero..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Saya mengingati dan menyayangi kamu bukan hanya pd hari bapa, tapi di setiap degupan jantung saya, di setiap hembusan nafas saya.. kerana saya adalah anak kamu.. darah yg mengalir dlm badan saya ini adalah darah kamu dan umi.. Saya tidak ada hadiah utk kamu sempena hari ini pa, krn semuanya mampu kamu miliki.. yg ada hanya jasad dan roh ini utk kamu, sy bukanlah yg terbaik tp sentiasa berusaha utk menjadi yg terbaik utk kamu.. &lt;/span&gt;Dan doa saya selalu ada utk kamu,pa.. Semoga kamu dipanjangkan usia, usaha dan perjuangan kamu diberkati dan nikmat kesihatan dan kebahagiaan itu akan sentiasa m'jadi milik kamu... Saya akan cuba jadi anak yg solehah, pa.. supaya doa saya diterima oleh Allah setelah kamu kembali pada-Nya.. Saya tidak menginginkan kamu pergi awal krn saya masih sgt perlukan kamu tapi perpisahan itu pasti... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kamu ayah yg terbaik dan satu2nya yg saya miliki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;::HAPPY FATHER'S DAY::&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::21th JUNE 2009::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S: Maaf, tak dapat letak gambar sbb my father sgt hensem.hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-5175068665006680756?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/5175068665006680756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=5175068665006680756&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/5175068665006680756?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/5175068665006680756?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2009/05/untuk-hero-saya-walaupun-dia-tak.html' title='Untuk Hero Saya.. Walaupun Dia Tak Membacanya..'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSbH18vCiv4/ShctsrhA_pI/AAAAAAAAA1U/F-INJLU4k2k/s72-c/father-daughter-reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMDRHs7cSp7ImA9Wx5XFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-2509030202294706284</id><published>2009-04-16T03:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T06:01:15.509+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-17T06:01:15.509+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title>If I Knew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSbH18vCiv4/SeYwTqzFnII/AAAAAAAAAp0/OR-cYy-XwPg/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSbH18vCiv4/SeYwTqzFnII/AAAAAAAAAp0/OR-cYy-XwPg/s200/sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324996723876404354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow Never Comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;written by &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Norma Cornett Marek&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;that I'd see you fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly&lt;br /&gt;and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;that I see you walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss&lt;br /&gt;and call you back for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,&lt;br /&gt;I would videotape each action and word,&lt;br /&gt;so I could play them back day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;I would spare an extra minute or two&lt;br /&gt;to stop and say "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;instead of assuming you would know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I would be there to share your day,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,&lt;br /&gt;so I can let just this one slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For surely there's always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to make up for an oversight,&lt;br /&gt;and we always get a second chance&lt;br /&gt;to make everything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be another day&lt;br /&gt;to say "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;and certainly there's another chance&lt;br /&gt;to say our "Anything I can do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case I might be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and today is all I get,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I hope we never forget,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is not promised to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;young or old alike.&lt;br /&gt;And today may be the last chance you get&lt;br /&gt;to hold your loved one tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;why not do it today?&lt;br /&gt;For if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll surely regret the day&lt;br /&gt;that you didn't take that extra time&lt;br /&gt;for a smile, a hug, or a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;and you were too busy to grant someone,&lt;br /&gt;what turned out to be their one last wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold your loved ones close today,&lt;br /&gt;whisper in their ear,&lt;br /&gt;tell them how much you love them&lt;br /&gt;and that you'll always hold them dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to say "I'm sorry,"&lt;br /&gt;"please forgive me," "thank you," or "it's okay."&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have no regrets about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Miss him so much...he's like a distant star..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-2509030202294706284?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/2509030202294706284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=2509030202294706284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/2509030202294706284?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/2509030202294706284?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-knew.html' title='If I Knew...'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSbH18vCiv4/SeYwTqzFnII/AAAAAAAAAp0/OR-cYy-XwPg/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUFRX44eCp7ImA9WhRUFUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-3511615279248146222</id><published>2008-10-15T02:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:23:34.030+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-26T21:23:34.030+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ad-deen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title>Dia Lelaki..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kekecewaan memang pasti ada dalam setiap hubungan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bezanya cuma ia sedikit ataupun banyak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bersabarlah wahai hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kerana..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pasanganmu itu bukanlah semulia Muhammad s.a.w.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mungkin juga tidak setampan Yusuf a.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tidaklah setangkas Khalid Al-Walid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pun bukan hartawan seperti Sulaiman a.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;malah sabarnya tidak seutuh Abu Bakar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dia itu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hanyalah lelaki akhir zaman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yang berusaha untuk menjadi lebih baik...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;demi kebahagiaanmu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-3511615279248146222?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/3511615279248146222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=3511615279248146222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/3511615279248146222?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/3511615279248146222?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-lelaki.html' title='Dia Lelaki..'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ak8FQH44cSp7ImA9WhRUFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-7767796065166133713</id><published>2008-09-27T07:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T03:13:31.039+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-26T03:13:31.039+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title>Oh My Love...</title><content type='html'>Duhai kekasihku…&lt;br /&gt;
Ketahuilah diri ini mencintaimu..mengasihimu&lt;br /&gt;
Entah bila…&lt;br /&gt;
Bukan bermula dengan mata..bukan bermula dengan kata..&lt;br /&gt;
Tapi segalanya tikaku mula percaya..&lt;br /&gt;
Jodoh di tangan-Nya&lt;br /&gt;
Maka saat itu kau wujud di duniaku..&lt;br /&gt;
Dunia impianku..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Duhai rinduku..&lt;br /&gt;
Setiap kali air mataku mengalir kerana cinta…&lt;br /&gt;
Atau kala aku mencemburui pasangan yang sedang bercinta&lt;br /&gt;
Kau hadir..&lt;br /&gt;
Kau berbisik..&lt;br /&gt;
"Duhai bakal isteriku..pertemuan masih bukan milik kita"&lt;br /&gt;
Saat itu aku senyum gembira..&lt;br /&gt;
Terubat luka..&lt;br /&gt;
Kukuh di jiwaku..kau jodohku.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sayang…&lt;br /&gt;
Tidak ku impikanmu kekacakan.. &lt;br /&gt;
Kernaku bukan rupawan&lt;br /&gt;
Dan bukan ku pintamu hartawan&lt;br /&gt;
Cukup dengan harga dirimu…&lt;br /&gt;
Dan maruah agamamu yang kau bentengi ia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Duhai bakal suamiku…&lt;br /&gt;
Jika kau impikanku bidadari….lupakanlah&lt;br /&gt;
Jika kau impikanku semulia Khadijah&lt;br /&gt;
Sehebat Aishah.. sesuci Fatimah,&lt;br /&gt;
Maafkan daku…&lt;br /&gt;
Aku cacat segalanya…&lt;br /&gt;
Anggota ,amalan dan akhlak&lt;br /&gt;
Cuma satu hadiahku untukmu…&lt;br /&gt;
Iaitu sekeping hati ini…&lt;br /&gt;
Minta kau isi dengan cinta Illahi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cintaku,&lt;br /&gt;
Kerna cemburumu, aku jadi pingitan,&lt;br /&gt;
Kerna cintamu…aku selalu terbang dalam khayalan&lt;br /&gt;
Pelikkah cinta kita?&lt;br /&gt;
Rasa hati ini sedang bercanda tapi entah dengan siapa?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maafkan daku kerna ku ukirkan kata-kata ini di sini..&lt;br /&gt;
Kerna ku mahu semua insan tahu&lt;br /&gt;
Cinta tak semestinya bermula dgn pandangan&lt;br /&gt;
Tak semestinya mesra dgn bualan..&lt;br /&gt;
Cinta tidak memerlukan sebab&lt;br /&gt;
Cinta itu adalah cinta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-7767796065166133713?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/7767796065166133713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=7767796065166133713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/7767796065166133713?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/7767796065166133713?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-love.html' title='Oh My Love...'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMDRHs-fSp7ImA9Wx5XFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953433790760333542.post-4269577577170265792</id><published>2008-09-19T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T06:01:15.555+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-17T06:01:15.555+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a Life'/><title>Welcome to my blog..</title><content type='html'>Hmm..blog ni baru je create so kalo ade pape yg kurang tu maaf la yek..pape pun i akan cube utk keep update this blog..(^^,) see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953433790760333542-4269577577170265792?l=fazara-diamond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/feeds/4269577577170265792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2953433790760333542&amp;postID=4269577577170265792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/4269577577170265792?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953433790760333542/posts/default/4269577577170265792?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazara-diamond.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my blog..'/><author><name>ZARA MUSTAFA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14503821551610345194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK-W8aXCduA/TyBaWVeaByI/AAAAAAAABvQ/wFHzrEmdKYY/s220/Photo2286e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>