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سيتي نور ضانيه
Siti Nur Dhaniyah. Dhany. 19.
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New Ideas
In the name of God, most gracious, most merciful.

Every single day, I walk in and out of my room. And as I do so, I walk past my huge pink paper bag filled with left over wire clippings from my 3D wire sculptures, a wheel of 0.2 cm wire, and a couple of tweezers.

It came to me recently, that I could put such materials to good use.

My parents wanted me to create more 3D sculptures in particular. My mother thought it to be a brilliant idea to decorate the corridor with my 3D wire masterpieces (as she calls them, and I am honored). Since my father is an interior designer, he thought ; why not?

I felt that this idea was absolutely perfect. Only thing was, I have never been so drained of inspiration in my life. Really.

Last two days, I got inspiration while browsing through instagram. I follow this beautiful girl @nvfnvf ,  and Im pretty sure many muslim teenage girls have heard of her too.

And bam! Sudden inspiration to create unique pieces of jewelry.

Ive thought it through, and I think its a good idea. And if I ever run out of inspiration to create the jewelry pieces, I can always go back to creating 3D sculptures. Because who knows, I could even sell them.

mehehe.




Old clothes
In the name of God, most gracious, most merciful.

I have been going through my wardrobe for the past few weeks, trying to sort out my clothes. All the shirts, dresses, skirts, pants. Never have I felt that I needed more space to stuff all these pieces of clothing into.

Coincidentally, during Syamaail Muhammadiyah (or Hero's class) last night, Ustaz Zahid went through the topic of clothing ( of the prophet s.a.w ).

Never did I know that it is actually a sunnah to present old clothes that we do not wear anymore ( and of course in good condition, need I say .. ) as presents to other people. Another ( less guilty route for us, hehe ) is of course to donate our old clothing.

So next time any of us find a piece of clothing in good condition which happens to be too small, or we happen to not wear it out at all, may we donate or turn them into presents instead, may Allah will it be.

We should also correct our niat when we purchase new clothing.

Im a teenager, just like most of you. And I too have made the mistake of making the wrong niat when purchasing clothing.

For example :
1- "Oh this skirt / shirt is nice, Im sure this would look nice on a date with [insert special someone] "
2- "What a nice shirt, it looks expensive, certainly this would impress people"

Astaghfirullah, may Allah forgive us for having such niat. Indeed, I agree to making this mistake, and so did many others. But may we seek forgiveness and gain His forgiveness, in syaa Allah!

Let us make our niat to purchase clothing for the sake of Allah. For the sake of doing good. For the sake of covering our aurah properly.


I hope I have helped atleast one through the submission of this post, in syaa Allahu ta'ala.
All good comes from Allah, and all bad comes from me.

May peace be upon you readers.
A fresh start.
In the name of God, most gracious, most merciful.
Peace be upon you.

I realise I haven't been regularly updating my blog, and to those of you who felt upset that I neglected my blog, I sincerely apologize.

There obviously are a tonne of things I would like to blog about. However, each time I open up my blog to create a post, all my ideas seem to vanish. And Im pretty sure Im not the only blogger facing this such dilemma.

Recently, I have been recieving, getting so many questions thrown to me about my personal life. I have to be honest I am quite taken aback by the straightforwardness of some people. At the same time it puzzles me as to how the get information of my personal, private life when I never did once post here, or any other place regarding it.

I must say, it does frighten me. And as much as I am disturbed, I just cant be bothered to entertain such personal questions (or attacks as I view it). You may know about my personal life, I dont know how or where you heard it from, but please have respect and refrain from asking people such personal questions. In fact, Im pretty sure by doing so, you are invading a person's privacy and personal space. So please.

Another thing is, I can finally say that I have truly found out who my real friends are.

As most of you know, Im going through a change, Im leaving my old self behind. If you think you  know me, maybe you dont. Because the people that have been with me throughout this journey would tell you how much Ive changed.

And may God will it, I have changed for the better.

I have also been thinking for the past few months, about starting afresh.

I have thought about deleting all my social media accounts, mainly ; twitter, instagram, and my blog.
Deleting everything and creating a fresh start. noone could track back my past life, noone would know of how ignorant I was in the past, with exceptions of my close friends.

A fresh start, and I would finally get a break.
new.
I feel like having a fresh start.

New blog. New instagram. New twitter. 
New everything.
WHETHER MALE OR FEMALE, MUST READ!!!

There was a man who loved his wife very much. The couple had 3 children.
He could give her everything he could but the woman never appreciated.
Though the man was not rich, but he could share all he had with her.
He could buy for her clothes and the only thing his wife could say was that the husband was fulfilling his duty as a Man.
The man would buy a dress but in reply, the woman would mock at him, because the dress was of low quality.
The man could smile at his wife and tell her
“one day, I will become rich and I will buy for you all the expensive things you need”

The woman could never make any phone call unless she was requesting anything from her husband and once her request was not granted, all she could do was to quarrel for days, sometimes fight.

One evening, the man was coming from work, he bought a Kilogram of meat, happily the poor man expecting to suprise his wife, he reached home found the wife and showed her the package,

Then she shouted: “eh! And you call yourself a man? Which husband, apart from you, do you think comes home with just one kilograme, no cooking oil, no anyother ingredients? You better leave it, ur a good-for-nothin­­g husband.”
Then she threw the meat to the bush and went back home.

The Husband felt low but he never let down his love for her.

One day, the husband felt pain in his left foot, then a Tumour appeared on the foot, it then emerged growing big and more painful.
He went to the hospital after several months of pain and was found with cancer, he was poor to have a better medical care.
Though he was sick he tried much as he could to provide for his family.
Two years later the condition worsened and he was put in the special care unit, he was operated and the foot was removed,
but unfortunately it was too late, the Virus had affected more parts of the body and at last he called his wife and told him,
“LOOK AFTER MY CHILDREN, i feel i can’t live any longer though i’ll always be with you in spirit, may Allaah be with you”

He then breathed his last and died.

The woman, and three children cried, for days mourning, they buried him.

Two months later, the wife was bowing down on her husbands grave as she said these words:

“My love,
you did all the best to me, you treated me well and gave me all you could, but all i could pay you, was endless quarrels and fights.
I never realised your importance and your love until when you are gone,
when am the one to provide food, clothing, education and many others.
I remember when i threw your one Kilogram of meat to the bush, but now i have nowhere to get even a Half a Kilo
‘THE GOOD DIE YOUNG’ thats why you died when you were still young.
A husband whom i could mock at but you only smiled at me.
The husband who could care and had unending love.
I know you are listening to me and i ask you to forgive me for not appreciating all you did to me, when you were alive.
We are all missing your presence as your youngest daughter nuur is always crying asking when you’ll be back.
But you will never leave our hearts
until we Join you.
May you Rest in Eternal Peace.”

MORAL LESSON:
* Always appreciate what you are given, whether small or big.
* Love is not all about how much we have,
but its all about how we share the little we have.

RELEVANCY.
Have you ever taken time to thank Allaah for what he has done for you?
Many people only remember Allaah when they have problems and once their problems are solved, they don’t take time, to thank him or remain close to him.

*READ THIS LINE*
O Allah, i pray that you keep your providence towards me always and give me an appreciating heart so that i’ll always be thankful to whatever you give me Ameen.
Syamail Muhammadiyah

In the name of Allah, most gracious most merciful.

Syukur Alhamdulillah, yesterday, Thursday 28th of February, I finally had the time to head down to Masjid Sultan and attend the As-Syamail Al-Muhammadiyah class held in the auditorium every Thursday evening. I was truly ecstatic, especially since I was accompanied by one of my favorite girls.

As we stepped into the auditorium, I was amazed at how many teens turned up for this class. Alhamdulillah, I felt blessed to be among these people, who were trying to gain ilm. May Allah bless each and every one of them.

If the day was good, it definitely got much better when I found out that I would be getting the As-Syamail Al-Muhammadiyah kitab free of charge, all thanks to the kind souls who donated them. InsyaaAllah with the beneficial Ilm I gain through reading this kitab, Allah will present the people who donated them with pahala. Amin Ya Rabbal A'lamiin,

I really hope to see more teens coming in for this class next week, InsyaaAllah Amiin.

May Allah bless us all.

Flower and Pearl
In the name of Allah, most gracious and most merciful


The Story of the Pearl and the Flower.

One day, a brilliantly beautiful and fragrant flower with bright colours met a pearl that lives far in the bottom of the ocean. The pearl had none of the characteristics the flower possessed. Both of them got acquainted with each other.

The flower said "Our family is large; roses and daisies are members of the family. There are many other countless species; each has a distinctive scent, appearance, many other things."

Suddenly, a hint of distress appeared on the flower.

"Nothing accounts for sorrow in your talk; why are you so depressed?" The pearl questioned.

"Human beings deal with us carelessly; they slight us.They dont grow us for our sake, but to get pleasure from our fragrance and beautiful appearance. They throw us on the street or in the trash after we are dispossessed of the mos valuable properties; our brilliance and fragrance." The flower sighed.

The flower looked over to the pearl, asking it to speak of its life. "How do you live? How do you feel? You are buried at the bottom of the sea."

The pearl answered "Although I have none of your distinctive colours and sweet scents, humans think I am precious. They do the impossible to procure me. They go on long journeys, diving deep into the oceans searching for me. You might be astounded to know that the further I lay, the more beautiful and brilliant I become. That's what upraises my value in their thought. I live in a think shell, isolated in the dark seas. However, Im happy and proud to be in the safe zone far from wanton and mischievous hands. Still, humans consider me highly valuable.


The flower and The pearl symbolizes something.
The flower being the unveiled women, who shows all of her charm.
The pearl being the veiled women, who conceals all of her beauties.

May peace be upon you.