Wednesday 28 March 2012

Bunga Sirih untuk Guru




Guru adalah Ibu pengasuh budiman
guru adalah ratu lebah
lalu memujuk membelai kelopak
cinta kasih sayang
lilinnya berbunga sinar cahaya
madunya berbunga penawar jiwa.

Guru adalah penyu pengasih
lalu menabur bunga telur
baktinya segar mewangi
sepanjang pantal zaman.

Guru adalah lampu penyuluh
pedoman kehidupan
guru adalah pendakwah
lalu mengikut jejak Nabi Muhammad
memimpin insan
ke jalan lurus ke padang luas.

Bunga sirih bunga pirtang
terima kasih terima savang
budi bicara guru berjasa
kami sanjung tinggi.
diambil oleh NAVEDASHINI A/P CHANDRAN

CONTOH KARANGAN surat cuti


Azri bin Mohamad
345, Extreme Pleasure Tower
Jalan Hamzah Baki
54320, Setapak
Kuala Lumpur
20 Ogos 2011
Zulkifli Nordeen Ali
Bahagian Pengurusan Pentadbiran
Sihat Body Sdn Bhd
Jalan Kelang Lama
52300, Kuala Lumpur
Tuan,
Tidak Hadir Kerana Cuti Sakit
Saya menulis surat untuk meminta cuti sakit untuk tempoh 2 minggu bermula 30 Ogos 2011. Seperti yang tuan sedia maklum, saya telah di sahkan mempunyai Demam Denggi oleh pihak Hospital Besar Ampang dan saya di minta untuk menerima rawatan susulan di wad yang di jadualkan bermula 30 Ogos 2011 sehingga 7 September 2011. Untuk selepas rawatan, saya telah di nasihatkan berehat sepenuhnya untuk tempoh satu minggu lagi untuk pemulihan.
Saya menjangkakan untuk kembali bekerja pada 8 September 2011 dan menyambung semula tugas saya. Saya akan mengemukakan semua dokumen mengenai rawatan sebagaimana yang di kehendaki. Dalam kes ini, saya tidak boleh meneruskan kerja pada tarikh yang di nyatakan. Saya memberi jaminan kepada tuan bahawa saya akan memberikan segala pemberitahuan atau apa sahaja maklumam terkini kepada tuan dengan segera.
Terima kasih.
Yang ikhlas,
Azri bin Mohamad
DITAIP OLEH NUR NAZIFA BT MUHD NIZAL 1B1 SMK SULTANAH BAHIYAH

Tuesday 27 March 2012

DIA SEORANG GURU TUA



Dia seorang guru tua sebuah sekolah
terdidik dalam negeri tanpa berjela ijazah
penunggu setia sekolah desa bukan cuma ganjaran upah
tidak juga mengharap kemilau gelar dan anugerah
sekadar kerelaannya menggenggam suatu amanah
yang mengangkat harga diri dan maruah
dengan berbekalkan keyakinan dan hikmah
dengan kelkhlasan had dan pasrah
dengan tidak mengenal jemu dan penat-lelah
yang diperkirakan kepuasan diri membangun ummah
berlandas paksi yang jelas dalam tuju-arah.
Dia seorang guru pengganti ayah ibu
dia seorang guru pembentuk generasi baru
dia seorang guru pembina insan sepadu
dia seorang guru pewaris tamadun ilmu
yang terus hidup sepanjang waktu
diimbau berbunyi dilihat bertemu.

Diulas oleh Athirah Azhari -1B1

PANTUN EMPAT KERAT(AGAMA)

                      PANTUN EMPAT KERAT(AGAMA)

Kemumu di dalam semak,                                 Banyaklah bulan antara bulan,
    Jatuh melayang selaranya;                                    Tidak emulia bulan puasa;
Meski ilmu setinggi tegak,                                  Banyaklah tuan serupa tuan,
    Tidak sembahyang apa gunannya.                        Tidak semulia Tuhan Yang Esa.

Asam kandis asam gelugur,                                Bendahara Datuk Seri Paduka,
   Ketiga asam riang-riang;                                        Memerintah kota dan negeri;
Menangis di pintu kubur,                                    Sengsara masuk dalam neraka,
    Teringat badan tidak sembahyang.                         Hendaklah kita ingatkan diri.

Kemumu di tengah pekan,                                  Pohon di kebun habis berbuah,
    Dihembus angin jatuh ke bawah;                           Disambut masak buah rembega;
Ilmu yang tidak diamalkan,                                  Mohonkan ampun dosa yang sudah,
    Bagai pohon tidak berbuah.                                   Hendak masuk dalam syurga.

Penyelenggara:Anwar Ridzwhan dan Rahman Shaari.
Ditulis oleh:Annisha Adira.

PANTUN DUA KERAT(NASIHAT)

                                                PANTUN DUA KERAT(NASIHAT)

Terima kasih daun keladi,                                        Kumbang jarak kumbang jagung,
Kalau boleh hendak lagi.                                         Beranibuat berani tanggung.

Ikan siakap ikan senohong,                                     Tunggu durian Teluk Emas,
Banyak cakap banyak bohong.                                Siapa kemudian kena kemas.

Pecah kaca  pecah gelas,                                        Buah cempedak dalam gantang,
Sudah baca harap balas.                                         Siapa hendak dia datang.

Emas perak tembaga suasa,                                    Periuk belanga pasu kuali,
Malas bergerak tidak merasa.                                 Busuk nama menipu mencuri.

Pagi petang siang malam,                                        Saya kata itik,awak kata ayam,
Hati terang senang faham.                                       Sudah kena jentik baru nak diam.

Penyelenggara:Md.Ali Bachik
Ditulis oleh:Annisha Adira.


Sunday 25 March 2012

Money in Muck 


When I was a child my family was quite poor and my Father and Mother worked very hard for little reward.  We often moved as my father sought better employment and at the time of this story I was 10 years old. The family consisted of my father, mother, 2 year old twin brother & sister and myself. My father had just got a new job but at the time we had no house, instead the five of us lived in a caravan on a site that was run by a farmer who made Scrooge look generous.
This man made everyone's life a misery as what services he did offer were few and far between and cost the earth. However, at the time it was the best situation my father could find for us. The caravan park was many miles from the town centre in Newbury and as we did not have a car or any other transport, the farmer always had the upper hand.
Living in the caravan at that time had many drawbacks, one of which was that the caravan park had no amenities other than the farmers shop (inflated prices). I cannot describe the misery of the place accurately, you had to live there to appreciate it. One of the main problems as you might guess were toilet facilities, or total lack of them. In our caravan they consisted of a 5 gallon chemical toilet in a cupboard, laughingly called a 'bathroom', you couldn't swing a cockroach in let alone a cat!
Every day or so the farmer would arrive on a tractor towing a trailer fitted with a small container similar to a petrol tanker that the 'inmates' dutifully queued up at to empty their toilets into. My mother called it the 'walk of shame'. However, as children we thought it funny and the minute we saw the farmer arriving would run around chanting 'Sam, Sam the lavatory man'! In hindsight it was degrading to see decent people being so embarrassed over such an unpleasant task.
Unfortunately Sam was not a pleasant character and would often take umbrage over nothing and close the shop, or worse still withdraw the toilet collection service for 
days on end.
I remember this happening many times. On one occasion he withdrew the toilet 'service' for over two weeks without any signs of restoration. A group of desperate men threatened to commandeer the tractor & trailer to ease the situation, this only made things worse with him. Even the pleadings of the women in the caravan park fell on deaf ears!
In our caravan things were soon reaching the point of no return and I remember my father returning from yet another appeal to the farmer without success. My mother being a very house-proud woman was beside herself over the situation. Several people on the site had taken drastic action and emptied their toilets into a ditch which ran along the back of the site near to our caravan. My mother thought this was terrible and would have no part in this until sadly we were left with no other option.
That evening my mother made my father wait until it was dark before she allowed him to remove the chemical toilet, the shame for her was too much to bear. As you can imagine this was an extremely delicate task as the toilet was really at critical mass level. My father gently walked across the grass to the ditch as if he was carrying a flask of nitro-glycerine, I remember this took an eternity. My mother was red faced with shame and luckily for her was hiding inside the caravan and therefore spared what happened next.
Eventually my father reached the top of the ditch without spilling any of the contents of the toilet but unfortunately as people had been there before him the ground was slippery. As my father was about to empty the toilet he lost his balance and I can only describe it as a windmilling action that I saw as he endeavoured to stay upright. Sadly, he never made it and flew through the air landing face down in the bottom of the ditch amongst the debris that previous desperate people had left. A split second later our toilet landed upon his back covering him from head to foot.
I ran over to the ditch and looked down at my poor father who looked like something from an old Quatermass movie. I cannot describe the look of disbelief and horror on his face but to this day I can see it as clearly as yesterday. Suddenly, with an almighty roar, a tractor and trailer materialise from nowhere and at that exact moment the headlights flicked on catching my father standing knee deep in the ditch arms outstretched like Jesus on the cross. However, Jesus never held an empty 5 gallon chemical toilet in his left hand or had bits of toilet paper etc. all over him.
I remember the farmer yelling at my father 'Blo*o*dy typical, you moan and groan and then you have the nerve to blo*o*dy well use my ditch. That's the last time I do you a favour!'. With that he put the tractor in gear and drove back to the farm leaving my father standing speechless in the ditch. In seconds my father was surrounded by people all wanting to have a laugh at his expense, well when I say surrounded they actually stayed upwind of him. My mother was conspicuous by her absence only appearing briefly to tell my father he couldn't come back in 'like that'.
After a few gallons of water out in the cold night air he cleaned up quite nicely but the smell took about 2 days to dissipate. In fact, I think it disappeared at about the same time as my behind stopped smarting. My father didn't take kindly that night to my hysterical tears and laughter at his disposition! I can't blame him, but even 40 years later I still smile and giggle whenever I think about that night. Happily after all these years my father and mother can see the funny side of it now and laugh about it, but never, ever, ever, as much as I did that night.
Luckily, shortly after this episode my father found us a house in Newbury and we moved. After that the families prospects increased over the years so this was the turning point for us. Perhaps the saying is true that there really is 'Money in Muck'.


Typing by: Nadiah bt. Mohd Zamri

The Farming Brothers


In days gone by, two brothers, Raul and Johan, who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 35 years of farming side by side in central Germany, sharing machinery, and trading labour and goods as needed without a single problem occurring.
However, one autumn, the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence between the two brothers.
One morning there was a knock on Raul's door. He opened it to find a man holding a carpenter's toolbox. 'I'm looking for a few days work,' Angelis said. 'Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there I could help with? Could I help you?'
'Yes,' answered Raul, extremely pleased to see Angelis the carpenter, 'I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbour, in fact, it's my younger brother, Johan's farm. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll go him one better. See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build me a fence; an 8-foot fence, so I won't need to see Johan's place nor his face anymore.'
Angelis the carpenter said thoughtfully, 'I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you.'
Raul then left for the nearby town, Erfurt, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing, and hammering.
About sunset when Raul returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no fence there at all.
It was a bridge: a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other. A fine piece of work handrails and all, and the neighbour, his younger brother Johan, was coming across, his hand outstretched. 'You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done, 'Johan smiled.
The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other's hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. 'No, wait. Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you,' called Raul.
'I'd love to stay on,' Angelis murmured quietly, 'but, I have many more bridges to build.'


Typing by: Nadiah bt. Mohd Zamri

Little Red Riding Hood


There once was a young person named Little Red Riding Hood who lived on the edge of a large forest full of endangered fauna and rare plants that would probably provide a cure for cancer if only someone took the time to study them.
Red Riding Hood lived with a nurture giver whom she sometimes referred to as "mother", (although she didn't mean to imply by this term that she would have thought less of the person if a close biological link did not in fact exist).
Nor did she intend to denigrate the equal value of non-traditional households, although she was sorry if this was the impression conveyed.
One day her mother asked her to take a basket of organically grown fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house.
"But mother, won't this be stealing work from the people who have struggled for years to earn the right to carry all packages between various people in the woods?"
Red Riding Hood's mother assured her that she had called the union secretary and had been given a special compassionate mission exemption form.
"But mother, aren't you oppressing me by ordering me to do this?"
Red Riding Hood's mother pointed out that it was impossible for women to oppress each other, since all women were equally oppressed until all women were free.
"But mother, then shouldn't you have my brother carry the basket, since he's an oppressor, and should learn what it's like to be oppressed?"
And Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her brother was attending a special rally for animal rights, and besides, this wasn't stereotypical women's work, but an empowering deed that would help engender a feeling of community.
"But won't I be oppressing Grandma, by implying that she's sick and hence unable to independently further her own selfhood?"
But Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her grandmother wasn't actually sick or incapacitated or mentally disabled in any way, although that was not to imply that any of these conditions were inferior to what some people called "health".
Thus Red Riding Hood felt that she could undertake the idea of delivering the basket to her grandmother, and so she set off.
Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place, but Red Riding Hood knew that this was an irrational fear based on cultural paradigms instilled by a patriarchal society that regarded the natural world as an exploitable resource, and hence believed that natural predators were in fact intolerable competitors.
Other people avoided the woods for fear of thieves and deviants, but Red Riding Hood felt that in a truly classless society all marginalized peoples would be able to "come out" of the woods and be accepted as valid lifestyle role models.
On her way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood passed a woodchopper, and wandered off the path, in order to examine some flowers.
She was startled to find herself standing before a Wolf, who asked her what was in her basket.
Red Riding Hood's teacher had warned her never to talk to strangers, but she was confident in taking control of her own budding womanhood, and chose to dialogue with the Wolf.
She replied, "I am taking my Grandmother some healthy snacks in a gesture of solidarity."
The Wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."
Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop an alternative and yet entirely valid worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I would prefer to be on my way."
Red Riding Hood returned to the main path, and proceeded towards her Grandmother's house.
But because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the Wolf knew of a quicker route to Grandma's house.
He burst into the house and ate Grandma, a course of action affirmative of his nature as a predator.
Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist gender role notions, he put on Grandma's nightclothes, crawled under the bedclothes, and awaited developments.
Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said,
"Grandma, I have brought you some cruelty free snacks to salute you in your role of wise and nurturing matriarch."
The Wolf said softly "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."
Red Riding Hood said, "Goodness! Grandma, what big eyes you have!"
"You forget that I am optically challenged."
"And Grandma, what an enormous, what a fine nose you have."
"Naturally, I could have had it surgically augmented to help my acting career, but I didn't give in to such societal pressures, my child."
"And Grandma, what very big, sharp teeth you have!"
The Wolf could not take any more of these specist slurs, and, in a reaction appropriate for his accustomed milieu, he leaped out of bed, grabbed Little Red Riding Hood, and opened his jaws so wide that she could see her poor Grandmother cowering in his belly.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Red Riding Hood bravely shouted. "You must request my permission before proceeding to a new level of intimacy!"
The Wolf was so startled by this statement that he loosened his grasp on her.
At the same time, the woodchopper burst into the cottage, brandishing an axe.
"Hands off!" cried the woodchopper.
"And what do you think you're doing?" cried Little Red Riding Hood. "If I let you help me now, I would be expressing a lack of confidence in my own abilities, which would lead to poor self esteem and lower achievement scores on university entrance exams."
"Last chance, girlie! Get your hands off that endangered species! This is a police raid!" screamed the woodchopper, and when Little Red Riding Hood nonetheless made a sudden motion, he sliced off her head.
"Thank goodness you got here in time," said the Wolf. "The brat and her grandmother lured me in here. I thought I was a goner."
"No, I think I'm the real victim, here," said the woodchopper. "I've been dealing with my anger ever since I saw her picking those protected flowers earlier. And now I'm going to have such a trauma. Do you have any Paracetamol?"
"Sure," said the Wolf.
"Thanks."
"I feel your pain," said the Wolf, and he patted the woodchopper on his firm, well padded back, gave a little belch, and said "Do you have any Rennies?"


Typing by: Nadiah bt. Mohd Zamri

Saturday 24 March 2012

Sajak Bicara Seni

                                  SAJAK BICARA SENI

Dulu
orang sering berbicara
tentang seni
tentang puisi
kerana pada baris seni dan puisi
ada keindahan 
ada pengajaran.

Kini 
anak anak muda
hanyut dalam fantasi
tiada siapa lagi menghiraukan
kemerduan syair
tiada siapa lagi mengendahkan
keindahan bait pantun
kemerduan seloka dan puisi.

Karya sastera
yang ingin kita warisi 
entah ke mana tenggelamnya
lenyap dalam almari warisan
ditelan arus zaman.

Penyelenggara:Abd Rahman Kaeh
Ditulis oleh:Siti Asma Binti Mansor
                    1B1 SMKSB 

Pantun Budi

                                                      PANTUN BUDI

Rendang sungguh pohon kelapa,
     Hidup subur di tengah laman;
Sopan kata jangan dilupa,
    Budi yang elok kita amalkan.

Indah buatnya cincin suasa,
     Disimpan pula di dalam peti;
Kalau kita berbudi bahasa,
     Mulia di mata indah di hati.

Dayung sampan membawa padi,
     Guni dipikul pemuda sasa;
Indah tampan kerana budi,
      Tinggi darjat kerana bahasa.

Gembira terasa pabila berjalan,
      Singgah di kota membeli barang;
Budi bahasa jadikan amalan,
       Barulah kita dihormati orang.

Anak Cik Siti menjual pantun,
      Pantun dibeli si anak nyonya;
Baik hati bersopan santun,
      Itulah insan mulia hatinya.

Penyelenggara:Zulfazlan Jumrah
Ditulis oleh:Siti Asma Binti Mansor
                    1B1 SMKSB

Pantun Sayangi Alam

                                 PANTUN SAYANGI ALAM

Memancing ikan di Sungai Jugra,
     Enak sekali dimasak gulai;
Manusia prihatin bumi terpelihara,
     Persekitaran indah tidak ternilai.

Enak sekali dimasak gulai,
     Sudah makan menjilat jari;
Persekitaran indah tidak ternilai,
     dunia ini milik sendiri.

Sudah makan menjilat jari,
     Enaknya gulai masih terasa;
Dunia ini milik sendiri,
     Perlu dipelihara sepanjang masa.

Enaknya gulai masih terasa,
    Mendapat  pujian rakan dan taulan;
Perlu dipelihara sepanjang masa,
    Agar keindahan terus berkekelan.

Penyelenggara:Rahman Shaari
Ditulis oleh:Siti Asma Binti Mansor
                    1B1 SMKSB

Pantun Nasihat

                                                              Pantun Nasihat
Hendak membeli buah delima,
     Dijual orang di tepi jalan,
Berbilang kaum hidup bersama,
    Bersatu padu jadikan amalan.

Kalau mengambil buah berangan,
     Elok disimpan di dalam guni,
Amalan berbudi jadikan pegangan,
    Tentu kita hidup harmoni.

Manis sungguh buah kuini,
    Apa kurangnya buah belimbing,
Bantu-menbantu amalan murni,
    Bagai aur dengan tebing.

Kalau memetik buah keranji,
   Berilah sedikit kepada teman,
Sikap toleransi amalan terpuji,
   Masyarakat berani negara aman, 

Penyelenggara:ANuar Ridzhuan
Ditulis oleh:Siti Asma Mansor
                      1B1 SMKSB
MOTHER'S DAY

a crucial  moment of rain glooming hard
the cove bayou mums a bliss wonder dais
a special woman who reigns in my heart
my love to you Mom on this Mother's Day

DIRGAHAYU

pay all of adieu never hesitate
its a pure finest lantern on the rack
may Allah bless you Ruler of the state
His Royal Highness Sultan of Perak

HIBISCUS

taming a ruckus rational slower
stride on dimension stall and secure
flaming hibiscus a national flower
prider of our nation a gallant allure

DEMOCRATIC TREE

zealous lingering into lurking threads
reeling zesty lot stomp with a hiccup
endless bickering interlocking heads
swirling frothy hot storm in a teacup

BAJU KURUNG

fantastic nature an exceptional zest
a neat sequence to bar jerk coo wrong
domestic couture of traditional dress
a sweet flamboyance of baju kurung

BETTE DAVIS EYES

a gallon of tea and a part thereof
shaking in the air with cubes of ice
fallen I for thee the beholder of
a sparkling pair of Bette Davis eyes

BROKEN HEART

reeling happily skipping a merry
endowed to commence with chosen art
feeling so lonely sipping memory
how can you mend my broken heart?

JOY OF EID

boys are of merry astound the farmer
alarm intended showing some kindness
joy of Eid Fithri around the corner
salam extended asking forgiveness


MALAYSIAN PANTUN

hopping like cartoon entering bayou
flying to future to form fantasia
hoping this pantun entertaining you
alien culture far from Malaysia

NATIONAL DAY

hall of arcade done by apprentice
the chime to steer situation at bay
half a decade gone by unnoticed
it's time to cheer our National Day

RENDEZVOUS

the stork of the blue still wade for a mile
at the moor offshore the feet felt frozen
the thought of you wil make me smile
what more in store to meet in person.



by-- nur nazifa muhd nizal 1b1 smk sultanah bahiyah

Friday 23 March 2012

PANTUN MELAYU KLASIK

Sirih berlipat sirih pinang 
Sirih dari Pulau Mutiara 
Pemanis kata selamat datang 
Awal Bismillah pembuka bicara 


Tetak buluh panjang suluh 
Mari jolok sarang penyengat 
Angkat doa jari sepuluh 
Doa minta biar selamat 



Burung Serindit terbang melayang 
Mari hinggap di ranting mati 
Bukan ringgit dipandang orang 
Budi bahasa rangkaian hati  



Baik-baik mengail tenggiri 
Takut terkena siikan parang 
Baik-baik merendah diri 
Jangan menjadi hamba orang  



dicetak oleh Atnirah Azhari - 1B1 

SAJAK BUAT RAKAN SEPERJUAGAN


Ingatlah sahabat…
Bunga itu menguntum indah,
Menyeri dan mekar memerah,
Dipuji dengan berbagai-bagai madah,
Esoknya bunga itu gugur ke tanah,
Serpih demi serpih ia punah,
Tanpa daun dan kelopaknya musnah.
Sahabatku…
Engkau bukan layu seperti bunga,
Dan aku bukan kumbang yang akan mengambil madunya,
Lambang bunga lambang sementara cuma,
Tetapi perjuangan kita tiada penghujungnya,
Daerah kita bukan daerah cinta,
Bukan masanya untuk memujuk kasih asmara,
Tiada senda gurau memanjang yang meleka,
Kerana kita dalam memperjuangkan agama.
Sahabatku..
Disini uda dan dara telah berkubur,
Kita bina atasnya jihad yang subur.
Ingatlah sahabat…
Bumi kita bumi yang payah,
Penuh peluh, air mata dan mungkin darah,
Bila kita jejak tapaknya perlu punyai wadah,
Ikuti dibelakang ulama’ supaya tak goyah,
Bila dikatakan pada mu: Perjuangan itu amat susah,
Kau katakanlah kembali: Aku mengharap hanya
keredhaan dari Allah.
Sahabatku…
Semalam telah layu sekuntum bunga,
Telah gugur dari jambangannya,
Tetapi itu bukan perjuangan kita,
Bukanlah itu sebagai lambangnya,
Mulut telah kaku untuk bertanya,
Hati malu untuk memikirkannya,
Tidak seperti dahulunya,
Kita kuat berhujah dan bersuara.
Ingatlah sahabatku..
Kerana dulu dan kini kita tetap seorang mujahid,
Yang merindukan dan memburu syahid,
Maaf kiranya tuturku yang pahit.
Senyumlah sahabat..
Senyumlah dan serilah wajah,
Walau pudar dan hambar datang tak sudah,
Belajarlah menjadi seorang mujahid dan mujahidah,
Doaku agar kita berani seperti Hamzah,
Malah punyai semangat seperti Sumaiyah

dipos oleh Athirah Azhari - 1B1