perginya seorang teman

subhanaallah...itu je ayat yg mampu aku ucap lepas dapat tahu berita sedih ni...
susah nak percaya,,rasa mcm mimpi,,sume tu ade...namun,,,itu laa hakikat....yg aku kene trima..yg kita semua kene trima...
hadirnya seorang teman...yang banyak bantu aku suatu masa dahulu...menjadi pendorong semangat aku utk kuat...tp hari ini...die pergi menghadap ilahi...pergi tak kembali....itu laa yg dipanggil ajal...
sedih pilu sume tu dah x bermakna lagi...sebab aku tahu,,peginya tak kembali....innalillah....

potongan akhbar

MACHANG: Dua pelajar Universiti Teknologi MARA (UiTM) Machang, maut selepas kereta yang mereka naiki terbabas dan merempuh pokok dalam satu kemalangan di KM27.1 Jalan Kota Baharu-Kuala Krai, di sini, petang semalam.

Dalam kejadian 5 petang itu, Muhammad Syarafi Kamarul Shukri, 20, berasal dari Gong Badak, Terengganu, maut di tempat kejadian selepas parah di beberapa bahagian badan, manakala Nor Fazreen Che Yusof, 20, dari Pasir Mas, maut ketika dalam perjalanan ke Hospital Machang akibat parah di kepala. 

Dua lagi rakannya, Muhammad Hazwan Wook Baharudin, 20, dari Kuang Tengah, Chemor, Perak dan Noor Zilla Ismail, 20, dari Bandar Baru Sentul, Kuala Lumpur hanya mengalami cedera ringan dan diberi rawatan sebagai pesakit luar di Hospital Machang dan telah dibenar pulang, hari ini.

Ketua Polis Daerah Machang, DSP Che Malek Bedut berkata keempat-empat mangsa dipercayai dalam perjalanan pulang ke Machang selepas menyelesaikan beberapa urusan di Kota Bharu.

"Sejurus tiba di tempat kejadian, kereta yang dipandu Muhammad Hazwan dipercayai terbabas lalu merempuh sebatang pokok yang terletak di bahu jalan berkenaan. Bagaimanapun, pemandu kereta tersebut hanya mengalami cedera ringan," katanya di sini, hari ini.

Difahamkan, kesemua mangsa sepatutnya bertolak ke Bangkok, Thailand awal pagi ini untuk menyertai satu rombongan yang dianjurkan pihak universiti.

Dua jenazah itu telah dituntut keluarga masing-masing pada 3 pagi tadi selepas selesai menjalani bedah siasat dan selamat dikebumikan di tanah perkuburan kampung halaman masing-masing. - Bernama

mcm tak percaya bila baca akhbar tu,,,terdetik di fikiran,,, 'dia kawan aku'...ya Allah...terbayang2 wajah manis arwah di fikiran....terkenang saat2 manis bersama...
suatu ketika dahulu...
sewaktu perkhemahan unit beruniform,,,kami berada dlm 1 team....bersusah payah menyediakan peralatan utk perkhemahan,,,berusaha mendirikan khemah...dan bermacam2 lagi kenagan2 manis yg kami alami bersama...
kami work as a team lg time pertandingn memasak unit beruniform...die yg bersemangat utk team kami,,,dan kami menang....seronok betul arwah...
dalam kelas muzik,,,time pertunjukan bakat utk hari guru,,,arwah dengan girangnya membuat persembahan beramai2....
ya Allah,,,sume tu kenangan...

tapi,,,bila baca je article ni...nak menitik air mata aku membayangkan....

“Saya lihat seorang wanita tercampak keluar dari kereta seperti anak patung. Terkejut melihat keadaan itu, saya terus berlari menyelamatkan mangsa, namun terpaksa berundur selepas tidak sanggup melihat keadaannya yang ketika itu ‘nyawa-nyawa ikan’ sebelum seorang rakan mengeluarkannya dari bawah kereta menggunakan pam hidraulik,” kata saksi kejadian nahas yang meragut dua nyawa penuntut tahun akhir Universiti Teknologi Mara (UiTM) Machang dalam kejadian di Kilometer 27.1, Jalan Kota Bharu-Kuala Krai di Merbau Chondong, dekat sini, kelmarin.

Dalam kejadian jam 5 petang itu, mangsa, Nor Fazreen Che Yusoh, 20, dari Kampung Kubang Bemban, Pasir Mas meninggal dunia ketika dalam perjalanan ke Hospital Machang, manakala Muhammad Syarafi Kamarul Shukri, 20, dari Gong Badak, Terengganu mati di tempat kejadian akibat parah di badan.

Gambar Hiasan

Dua rakan mereka, Muhammad Hazwan Wook Baharuddin, 20, dari Chemor, Perak dan Noor Zilla Ismail, 20, dari Kuala Lumpur yang juga rakan sekampus cedera ringan dan kini dirawat di Hospital Machang.

Keempat-empat penuntut tahun akhir Diploma Seni Lukis dan Seni Reka, UiTM Machang itu dalam perjalanan pulang dari Kota Bharu ke kampus mereka di Bukit Ilmu sebelum kereta Honda Accord milik Nor Fazreen yang dipandu Muhammad Hazwan terbabas lalu melanggar dua pokok.

Saksi yang enggan dikenali itu mendakwa, kemalangan berlaku di depan matanya ketika hendak melintas jalan bersama seorang rakan.

“Sehingga kini saya masih terbayang keadaan mangsa wanita yang tercampak keluar dari bahagian belakang kenderaan dan ‘terperangkap’ di bawah kereta. “Seorang lagi mangsa lelaki sempat diajar mengucap dua kalimah syahadah oleh penduduk kampung sebelum meninggal dunia beberapa minit kemudian,” katanya.

Muhammad Hazwan ketika ditemui pula berkata, walaupun dirinya dan Noor Zilla terselamat dalam kejadian itu, dia terkilan kerana dua rakan karibnya maut ketika mereka dalam perjalanan pulang selepas menukar wang di sebuah premis pengurup wang di Kota Bharu.

Katanya, mereka bersama 16 penuntut lain dalam jurusan sama sepatutnya bertolak ke Bangkok, Thailand, pada hari ini (semalam) sempena program lawatan sambil belajar di negara berkenaan selama empat hari.

“Ketika singgah minum di sebuah gerai sebaik selesai menukar wang, Nor Fazreen dan Muhammad Syarafi kelihatan sugul hingga menimbulkan kehairanan di hati saya, tetapi saya tidak mengesyaki apa-apa.

“Saya sedih kerana kehilangan dua rakan baik dalam sekelip mata,” katanya.

YA ALLAH.........
sekelip mata aku hilang sorang kawan....

sebelum raya baru2 ni,,,aku ade contct arwah,,,bertanya khabar...terdetik niat nak jumpe...sebab dh lama sgt x jumpe...tapi Allah lebih sayangkan die...

setakat tu saje utk kali ni...x boleh tahan sebak dah...

semoga arwah NOR FAZREEN CHE YUSOF dicucuri rahmat & tergolong bersama orang2 beriman...amin...AL-FATIHAH...

*p/s: setiap yg hidup pasti MATI...arini turn arwah...esok2 mungkin turn kita pulak????

ramadhan datang lagi....

hai assalamualaikum...

alhamdulillah sedar tak sedar kita sempat lagi merasai ramadhan tahun ni....

selamat menjalani ibadah puasa buat semua...

selamat sahur,selamat puasa,selamat berbuka & selamat hari raya...ekekeke

semoga ramadhan kali ini memberi seribu satu dua tiga makna...

ku mengharap kan ramadhan kali ini penuh makna...nasyid2 sikit...

hahaha btw,,,selamat pose sume...jangan tinggal2....

 

di samping tu,,,meh nak kasi share siket tips utk kekal cergas di bulan pusa...

renung renungkan dannn selamat beramal....

Tips untuk kekal cergas di bulan puasa

Penjagaan kesihatan di bulan puasa adalah penting agar kita dapat menjalani ibadah puasa dengan sempurna.Berikut adalah beberapa panduan untuk anda kekal cergas di bulan puasa.

• Ambil makanan yang berkhasiat iaitu mengandungi karbohidrat, protein, vitamin, mineral serta sedikit lemak. 
   
• Lakukan aktiviti fizikal untuk meningkatkan metabolisme. Waktu yang sesuai untuk anda melakukan aktiviti fizikal ialah ½ jam sebelum berbuka ataupun selepas makanan yang dimakan hadam. 
   
• Minum banyak air terutama air kosong. Ini untuk mengelakkan dehidrasi kerana badan kita memerlukan air yang banyak. 
   
• Elakkan mengambil minuman yang berkafein kerana ia boleh menghalang penyerapan zat-zat makanan oleh badan. 

Semoga tips ringkas tersebut dapat membantu anda di bulan puasa yang penuh keberkatan ini!

Sumber : http://www.infosihat.gov.my

ahhhhhh bestnye cuti

hai hai hai...baru je selesai exam..alhamdulillah,,,sumenye berjalan lancar walaupon ade laa jugak siket2 yg erkkkkk...hopefully sumenye nanti akan baik2 belaka...hendaknya...insyaAllah...amin amin amin...
tamat lah perjuangan aku utk tahun 1 disini...
so,,,selamat bercuti utk sape2 yg turut sama berjadual mcm aku....now time utk habiskan waktu d rumah...harap impian dan terget tercapai...disamping nk turunkn berat badan,,,erkkk :P

innalillah buat arwah...

hari2 ade saja berita kematian....
walaupon aku tidak mengenali arwah, Zarina Binti Tardan, Pelajar Master di Kampus Kejuruteraan USM (dalam pukul 5 pm tadi) yang kemlangan di bulatan QB Mall tempohari.

tersentap aku bila baca status salah sorang juga warga usm....

baru smlm aku dapat berita mengenai kemalangan beliau....aku terus menjengah ke blog arwah...sekadar membaca2....tiba2 hati ni jadi sayu....

selepas berita kematian beliau sebentar tadi,,,aku menjengah lagi ke blog beliau,,,membaca lagi...bertambah sayu...dari apa yg aku baca,,,beliau seorang wanita solehah yg tabah dan periang...alhamdulillah....

semoga roh arwah ditempatkan bersama org2 beriman,,,amin....

yg di petik dari blog arwah...

untuk renungan bersama....

Di Kala Hati Mencari Ketenangan

Uniknya hati sukar diterjemah, sukar diramal, mudah tergoda dan fitrahnya sentiasa mencari ketenangan. Oleh itu, salurkan ketidaktenangan hati dengan cara yang benar, cara yang terbaik dan pada yang selayaknya

Keinsafan Diri (Fursan)

Disaat yang sepi ini
Ku duduk seorang diri
Memohon keampunan dari Ilahi

Bak lautan bergelombang
Siang malam pagi juga petang
Mengharapkan ketenangan
Dari Tuhan yang Esa

Betapa rimbunnya dosaku
Semua terlakar dilembah usiaku
Salah dan silap dimasa yang lalu
Kini ku sesali

Ku tidak layak ke syurgaMU
Namun tak sanggup ke nerakaMU
Ku tunduk sujud merendah diri
Kembali padaMu

Ku tetap setia
PadaMu oh Tuhanku
Akan ku patuhi segala
SuruhanMu

Akan ku jauhi
Segala laranganMu
Itulah tanda cinta
Cinta Ilahi

not mine.just sharing.

the unique of architecture.

Cuti2 1malaysia.

Segalanya ada d sini :)

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dreamsssss

eos 1100D insyaAllah be mine

ini pon boleh....nikon D3100

but yg ni my first target....nikon D5100 yeahhhh

yg ini kalau ade rezeki lebih insyAllah...canon eos 550D

**mimpi kan jadi realiti

i'm proud to be muslim :)

PELITA

 Tak pernah sesaat daku meragui 

apa yang telah daku temui selama ini, 

 Tak pernah sesaat aku menyesali

 apa yang telah daku nikmati apa ku alami,

 Selagi hayat di kandung badan 

KORUS

 Takkan ku menyerah kalah walau mimpi ku musnah

 Harapan ku hancur sayap ku patah

 Kan ku pancarkan cahaya 

Seperti pelita ke serata dunia yang gelap gelita

 Sehingga hembusan nafas yang terakhir 

Tak pernah sesaat daku mencurigai 

apa yang telah aku kecapi setakat ini, 

 Tiba saatnya aku tangisi 

pada yang pergi takkan kembali kembali lagi 

Selagi hayat dikandung badan 

 ULANG KORUS 

Takkan ku menyerah kalah

 walau mimpi ku musnah 

Harapan ku hancur sayap ku patah

 Kan ku pancarkan cahaya 

Seperti pelita ke serata dunia yang gelap gelita 

Lirik Lagu Pelita A.P.I (Noh Hujan & Lan)

aku suka sgt lagu nih.sebab?mcm laa xtau...sebab utama adalah sebab lan nyanyi lagu ni...hahaha... then,,,lagu ni naikkan smgt aku....xtau laaa sebab ape,,,bila dgr lagu ni,,,mcm cheer me up je..maybe sbb lan kot..kehkeh... actually lirik die tu mcm menbakar smgt...xkan penyerah kalah...pantang berputus asa...mcm tu laa lebih kurg...so,,,no wonder laa aku suka lagu ni... sekian saja dr azlan's ****...hehe

selamat hari guru cikgu

tanggal 16 mei...tarikh keramat....HARI GURU!!!!
hari untuk menghargai cikgu2 kita....memang laa....hari2 nk kene hargai cikgu....
tp hari guru ni hari utk murid2 kasi hadiah kt cikgu..hehehehe....
 kalau nk di bandingkan hari guru dgn hari2 lain macam hari ibu,,hari bapa,,,hari friendship,,,hari jururawat,,,,hari guru laaa yg paling sume org ingt...kan kan kan....
sebab????
sebabnya,,,sume org ada guru....ibu bapa pon sume orang ade jugak,,,tp jarang org sambut...
kalau hari guru ni kt skolah mmg tiap2 tahun wajib sambut...
sebab tu laa memang akan ingat....
lagi satu....sebab hidup kita memang x buleh nak lari dari 'cikgu' p mama2 pon,,,mesti ade cikgu....
belajar kt skolah ade cikgu...mengaji ade cikgu...main bola ade cikgu...
nyanyi lagu pon ade cikgu ajar.....walaupon cikgu tu ibu bapa kita sendiri....
 so,,,,kehidupan kita bermula dgn cikgu.....ape2 yg kita buat mesti ade cikgu yang ajar....
sebab tu laaa baik buruk kita orang tgk pada cikgu....kalau kt skolah,,,,murid yg tak berjaya,,,cikgu d persalahkan....
murid yg pandai pon,,,cikgu dpt anugerah guru cemerlang....
 dannnnn,,,sebab tu jugaklaaaa kita nk kene hormat dgn cikgu.....
jgn lawan2 cikgu...jgn kutuk2 cikgu....
sbb nanti takot tak berkat ape yg kita belajar tu....
haishhhhh kalau nak cakap pasal berkat seorang guru ni memang sampai mnggu depan pon tak habes....
jadi kesimpulannya berkat dari seorang guru tu sangat laa penting....
kita x pandai pon takpe,,,janji berkat dgn guru tu ade...ke mana pon kita pergi,,,,
ilmu tu mesti ilmu yang di redhai sebab guru merestui ilmu yang di ajarkan....

kalau nak cite sejarah hidup aku melaui hari guru ni memang banyak....
dari skolah rendah....sampai ke besar,,,memang tak pernah terlepas sambuat hari guru kt skolah.... zaman skolah rendah dulu,,,darja satu,,,darjah dua....
semangat carikkan hadiah kt cikgu...zaman kecik2 du;u mane nak ade duit lagi nk belikan cikgu hadiah yang mahal2...
so,,,beli pen sebatang pon cukup memuaskan hati dah.... hadiah tu kene adil,,,sama je sume...
bagi kt sume cikgu yang mengajar setiap matapelajaran....
kadang2 tu,,,guru kelas dapat special siket....hadiah lain siket...pernah jugak bagi fail kertas yang 5posen tu kt cikgu sbgai hadiah hari guru...gulung2 balut cantik2...
bila dah naik sekolah menengah...makin malas beli hadiah kt cikgu...
sebab rase mcm tak brape nak feel sambut hari guru bile dah besar...
n lagi satu,,,mungkin pasal duk hostel,,,,so susah nak carik hadiah yang sesuai...
nak kene keluar bagai....(alasannnn...)heheeheee
 bile kt skolah menengah bagi hadiah lagi simple....sapu tangan cantek2 tu hias bagi cantik...
bagi nampak macam cenderamata yg sgt cantikkkk....
then letak je kt ats setiap meja cikgu kt bilik guru tu....senang cite....
tak pon,,,kalau rajin buat laa kad special2 siket untuk guru kelas....
sebanarnya hadiah tu sume tak penting....
cikgu bukan nak kan hadiah yang mahal2....
cukup sekadar ikhlas je...dan yang paling penting...
cikgu nak tgk kita sume berjaya....tu laa hadiah yang paling berharga utk cikgu....
 dan bagi cikgu yang tak dapat hadiah dari student tu,,,jangan pulak kecik hati atau terasa...
kdg2 kiat prasan kalau kt bilik guru tu mesti ade cikgu yang nampak mcm jeles bila ade cikgu yg dpt bykkk hadiah dari student2 die...
 sebenarnya,,,tak bagi hadiah tu bukan bermakna kami tak sayang cikgu,,,
tp mungkin takde duit nk beli hadiah,,,
atau tak sempat nk sediakan hadiah...
atau mungkin die rase hadiah tu sume tak penting dan die berazam nak bagi kajayaan die sebagai hadiah kt cikgu2 die...
haaaa tak pon mungkin die sentiasa doakan kesejahteraan cikgu2 die...
doa tu laa hadiah yang paling berharga....

kalau time skolah rendah dulu aku pernah bacakan sajak kt cikgu,,,,
sekarang dh tak boleh nk buat macam tu...huhu.... ni je yang aku mampu....
untuk cikgu2 ku sayang....

SEKAPUR SIREH BUATMU GURU

Guru,

Engkaulah penyuluh hidup anak bangsa,

 Yang bisa menerangi dengan cahaya ilmu,

Yang bisa mencoret dengan keluhuran budimu,

Yang bisa membentuk dengan kasih sayangmu,

Engkaulah insan istimewa.

Guru,

Engkau bak mentari menyinari siang,

Engkau bak bulan menerangi malam,

Cahayamu menerangi jiwa anak-anak merdeka!

 Cahaya kejayaan seorang pendidik berwibawa,

 Engkau insan gemilang.

Guru,

Tanpamu tiadalah anak bangsa,

Yang bisa mencorakkan Negara,

Engkau mendidik kami ke arah kebenaran,

Membentuk bangsa yang berwawasan,

Engkau insane cemerlang. Guru,

Engkaulah lilin menerangi kegelapan,

Menerangi cahaya kejahilan di hati kami,

Membentuk sanubari yang suci murni,

Mendidik kami menjadi sejati,

Engkau insane terbilang.

Guru,

 Sekuntum terima kasih kami berikan,

Sebagai mengharumkan hatimu yang suci,

Setelah mendidik kami dengan sepenuh hati,

Menjadi insane bijak bestari,

 Engkau pencetus evolusi kami,

Terima kasih guru!

 kepada sume cikgu2 di malaysia,,,
SELAMAT HARI GURU...
dan kepada sume cikgu2 yang pernah mengajar dan mendidik saya,,,
TERIMA KASIH CIKGU!!!
jasa dan pengorbanan cikgu tak dapat saya lupakan....
tanpa cikgu,,,sy tak mungkin jadi seperti sekarang...
semoga cikgu sentiasa mendapat kesejahteraan hidup di dunia dan di akhirat....
saya sayang cikguuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!

the gift of magi by o henry.

One dollar and eighty-seven cents.
That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies.
Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it.
 One dollar and eighty- seven cents.
And the next day would be Christmas.
 There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
So Della did it.
Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
 While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home.
 A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.
 In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring.
Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."
The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week.
 Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D.
But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.
 Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag.
 She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present.
She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result.
 Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated.
They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim.
Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him.
 Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.
There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room.
Perhaps you have seen a pierglass in an $8 flat.
 A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks.
Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass.
her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds.
Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride.
One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair.
Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts.
Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
 So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her.
And then she did it up again nervously and quickly.
Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
 On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat.
With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read:

"Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds."

One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting.
Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the

 "Sofronie."

 "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame.

 "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade.

 "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

 "Give it to me quick," said Della.

 Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings.
Forget the hashed metaphor.
She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last.
 It surely had been made for Jim and no one else.
There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out.
It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do.
It was even worthy of The Watch.
As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's.
It was like him.
Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents.
With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company.
Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
 When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason.
She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love.
Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

 "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself,

"before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
 Jim was never late.
 Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered.
Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment.
She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered:

 "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."
 The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family!
 He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
 Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail.
 His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her.
 It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for.
He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
 
 "Jim, darling," she cried,

"don't look at me that way.
I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present.
It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it.
 My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy.
You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

 "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

 "Cut it off and sold it," said Della.

"Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

 "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della.

 "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too.
It's Christmas Eve, boy.
 Be good to me, for it went for you.
 Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered,"
she went on with sudden serious sweetness,

"but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake.
He enfolded his Della.
 For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction.
Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference?
A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer.
The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them.
This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

 "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said,

 "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less.
 But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

 White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper.
And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window.
Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair.
They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession.
And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say:

 "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

 And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried,

 "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm.
The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

 "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it.
You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch.
 I want to see how it looks on it."

 Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

 "Dell," said he,
"let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while.
They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

 The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger.
 They invented the art of giving Christmas presents.
Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication.
And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house.
But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest.
O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest.
 Everywhere they are wisest.
They are the magi.

Zizan razak.i like him the most because of his simple attitude and good acting to make a great joke. ;)

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