Titah nasihat olih DYTM Tengku Mahkota Pahang, Tengku Abdullah Sultan Ahmad Shah, adalah sangat memeransangkan. Jika semua pemimpin dan raayat memahaminya dan akur serta patuh kepada titah Tuanku, pasti Pahang akan sejahtera dan insyaallah raayat mendapat ni'mat daripadanya.
Saya petik dari Bernama;
"Leaders of political parties must be cautious when upholding their party manifestos and engage in the politics of tolerance."
Tengku Mahkota Pahang Tengku Abdullah Sultan Ahmad Shah reminded them of the need to focus on  championing the people, religion, race and nation.
"Every political leader and party must reduce differences and practice the politics of tolerance and not fight and sacrifice for self interest without considering the implications on the people".
Daulat Tuanku! Jika semua mengerti dan ikhlas kepada diri sendiri dan perjuangannya, pasti titah ini dipandang serius dan di patuhi, demi kebaikan Negeri dan raayatnya.
Ampun Tuanku!

Happy Birthday Tunku Adnan

Satu puisi dpd Fauzi Abdul Rahman MCOBA-MALAYSIA

Untuk mu

Tunku,
Harijadi sudah berlalu
tapi daku
dengan hati terbuku
namun syahdu
kepada yang dimuliakan Tunku
ucapan selamat hari dilahir ibu

agar sihat dalam barakah
rezeki melimpah ruah
kerana Tunku bertuah
insan berhemah
beramanah
agar sentiasa dirahmati Allah
agar bertemu kita di Jannah
inyaallah.....

hamba Allah
arfauzi 64

Poetry

Rahmah My mum...in conjunction of her 84th b'day.

She's my mum, my wonderful mum,
Her age is eighty four,
Raised ten children, it's quite a sum,
A mum we love to adore

To each and everyone she took good care
"Humans" we grew up to be,
Cross her path, none of us would dare,
Tho timid a lady was she.

First to be up in the early morning,
And last to sleep at night,
Always in her spirit of giving,
Teaching us to do what's right.

And today she's old and aging,
It's time for us to repay,
Will try to ease her ills and aching,
Good health and long life we pray.

And to our children we shall teach,
To live in peace and harmony,
Perpetuating all that mum did preach,
Living a life in dignity.

The piece above is my hearts expression,

The same feeling in you and me,

Mum, indeed,  is Gods best creation,

It’s real and never a fantasy.

To those who read in appreciation,

And this I have to say,

Every mum needs our attention,

We’ll all be old mum or dad one day.

Carrots, Eggs and Coffee.

A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee...You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up, She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, ' Tell me what you see.'

'Carrots, eggs, and coffee,' she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked,
'What does it mean, mother?'
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
'Which are you?' she asked her daughter. 'When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavour. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

27th August – Today my birthday

Today is my birthday,

And I am indeed happy,

Firstly I would like to say,

Thank-you  Allah Almighty.

It is with indeed Your grace,

And  Your kindness too,

In this world I’m given space,

With lots of hullabaloo.

And next my mother and father,

Treating me like a dove,

Food clothing and shelter,

Provided me with lots of love.

My mum whispered in my ears,

“ I will always pray for you, Gee!”,

And I can’t help shedding  tears,

At this age still loving me.

It’s common to be receiving a gift,

On birthdays year to year,

But I’ll be making a cultural shift,

It’s mum that we shud hold dear,

It’s mum  who should be receiving,

And let me make her day,

For she has always been giving,

And for her happiness I  pray.

Oh Allah Almighty!

As mum and dad, to me have given,

Accord them with mercy and pity,

In peace, place them in Heaven.