The moment I was born my father took me into his hands and gently whispered into my ears the first words I would hear as I entered this world:
Allah Maha Besar. God is Great.
As I grew older my parents called religious teachers to our house to teach me how the read the Holy Quran. My parents taught me how to fast during Ramadhan. My parents taught me how to pray. My parents taught me how to begin everything I do with the phrase Bismillahirahmanirrahim which means In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
I did all diligently. I remembered when I was 6 or 7 years old, every time before I go to bed, I would stare at the wall and thought to myself the horror of judgment day. The horror of not dying as a Muslim, the horror of dying without Iman. I was petrified. As I grew older, it all changed. I was no longer afraid of God. I was no longer afraid of the Almighty being that brought me into this world. I forgot that as easy as He brought me into this world, it would be equally as easy for Him to kick me out.
I have seen many people around me changing for the better. I have seen alcoholics and drug users turning their life around because of one reason and one reason only. And that reason is Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala.
Come to think about it, I never lost God. He has always been there for me, blessing my life with his grace. Blessing me with everything I have today. I just forgot about Him. I forgot about My God that has given me everything good I have in this life.
Its time I went back to my God. Kembali kepada Allah SWT.
This Ramadhan, My life will be turned around Insyallah.
لا إله إلا الله محمد رسول الله