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Tuesday, January 5, 2016

UMRAH, MENCARI MAKNA MENYINGKAP FITRAH - Bhg 1

Bahagian 1: Andai Kau Pergi
(English version will be posted later)

“Wahai sekalian manusia, bertaqwalah kepada tuhanmu” (Al Hajj:1)

“Dan berjihadlah kepada Allah dengan sebenar-benar jihad. Dia telah memilih kamu dan tidak menjadikan untuk kamu kesusahan dalam ad-Din. Millah bapa kamu Ibrahim”. (Al Hajj:78)

Ayat pertama surah al-Hajj menyentak sanubari, manakala ayat terakhir dalam surah al-Hajj  akan terngiang-ngiang dalam benak sesiapa yang membaca surah tersebut, seakan-akan Allah mahu memberikan ‘parting words’ (kata-kata perpisahan) tentang makna mengerjakan haji dan adik kecilnya umrah, Seolah-olah mengatakan ‘Kerjakanlah Haji/umrah dan ikutilah contoh Nabi Ibrahim. Kamu akan terbentuk menjadi orang yang bertaqwa dan berjuang’.

Tahun lepas saya memberitahu saudara/saudari pembaca bahawa saya menulis dalam nota peribadi nama 3 tempat yang ingin saya lawati: Turki, Indonesia & Mesir. Dua yang pertama sudah dilawati pada 2014 & 2015. Saya berazam juga untuk membuat umrah & haji, cuma tidak tahu bila. Alhamdulillah penghujung tahun 2015 saya dikurniakan rezeki melawat Haramayn ash-Sharifayn. Ketiga-tiga lawatan ini atas ajakan keluarga dan sahabat, dan semasa menerima ajakan keluarga untuk mengerjakan umrah sebenarnya  saya tidak punya simpanan yang mencukupi dan tidak tahu apakah rezeki yang akan saya peroleh. Maha Suci Allah sebaik-baik perancang.

Catatan ini sekadar penceritaan semula pemerhatian-pemerhatian, lintasan-lintasan hati dan buah fikiran yang diilhamkan kepada saya sepanjang perjalanan mengerjakan umrah. Ia bukan ‘revealed truth’ (kebenaran yang diwahyukan), hanya pendapat dan perasaan seorang insan. Jika apa yang ditulis ini bertepatan dengan teks & ruh al Quran dan as-Sunnah, maka ambillah kebaikannya dan jika tidak, maka sewajarnya ia diletak jauh-jauh.

Dalam pendahuluan ini saya tidak menyentuh lagi ibadah umrah secara khusus. Saya mulakan dengan persiapan sebelum umrah tersebut, persiapan spiritual, mental dan fizikal.

  Setelah ditadabbur ayat-ayat berkenaan haji, terutama ayat pembuka dan penutup surah al-Hajj, saya sampai kepada kesedaran bahawa ibadah ini satu ibadah yang istimewa. Ia menuntut jihad yang besar dan persediaan yang rapi. Saya senaraikan antara persediaan-persediaannya di bawah. Ini  bukanlah wajib, kerana syarat sah ibadah cukup dengan menyempurnakan rukun-rukunnya, tapi eloklah kita bersedia dengan mantap supaya boleh mengambil manfaat terbanyak daripada haji & umrah.

- Persediaan harta: Ini semua sudah maklum, berangkat ke Makkah dan Madinah menelan belanja yang tidak sedikit.
- Persediaan jiwa: Meningkatkan kualiti ibadah kita dengan Allah SWT, supaya di sana kita tidak ‘pancit’ kerana tiba-tiba ‘pulun ibadah’.
- Persediaan ilmu: Mengkaji semula kisah Nabi Ibrahim & Nabi Muhammad SAW, kerana di sana kita mengikut semula jejak mereka, merasai dengan dekat perjuangan dan susah-payah mereka menyebarkan risalah kebenaran.
- Persediaan bahasa: Ini adalah peluang terbaik berkenal-kenalan dengan umat Islam seluruh dunia. Alangkah baiknya kita mengetahui bahasa Arab walaupun pada tahap asas.
- Persediaan fizikal: Ibadah haji & umrah ibadah yang memerlukan kekuatan fizikal, wajarlah kita pastikan bahawa jasmani berada pada tahap yang ‘fit’.

Nah, sebelum berangkat lagi jihad yang besar dituntut daripada kita. Dan disebabkan keunikan dan luarbiasanya kesan daripada ibadah ini, saya berpendapat bahawa waktu terbaik untuk melaksanakannya ialah ketika kita muda. Semasa itu kita masih kuat, minda masih segar dan secara kebiasaannya masih banyak baki umur untuk melaksanakan dalam hidup seharian pengajaran-pengajaran yang diperoleh semasa di sana.

“Ya, semasa muda kita masih kuat, tapi masalahnya kita tiada wang dan tiada masa”.

Itu alasan. Sebab utama kita tidak dapat mengerjakan  haji & umrah semasa muda ialah kerana kita tidak merancang untuk mengerjakan haji dan umrah semasa muda. Kita berangkat dalam keadaan wang yang cukup-cukup makan, kita berangkat semasa pekerjaan, perniagaan & keluarga menuntut masa yang banyak. Bukankah itu jihad besar yang kita laung-laungkan di lidah? Bukankah jihad yang besar itu membuahkan hasil yang manis? Kenapa kita tidak bersedia sehabis baik untuk mengerjakannya?

Kita kata kita tidak mampu  menyimpan wang untuk ke tanah haram, tapi kita mampu menyimpan untuk membeli perkakas dan bahan melaram.

Kita kata kita belum mampu untuk berjumpa rumah Allah, tapi kita mampu meletakkan wang muka yang besar untuk membeli rumah mewah.

Bertaqwalah dan berjuanglah, jangan biarkan kecintaan kepada dunia bersarang dalam hati. Bukankah Allah pemilik khazanah langit dan bumi?

Semakin lama saya renung, semakin bertambah keyakinan saya bahawa Islam adalah satu sistem kehidupan yang cantik. Dengan menegakkan rukun-rukun Islam dengan sempurna sahaja sudah cukup untuk mengubah hidup seseorang.

Syahadah mengatur setiap detik hidup.
Solat mengatur  hidup hariannya.
Zakat mengatur hidup bulanannya.
Puasa mengatur hidup tahunannya.
Haji mengatur 'lifetime' (seumur hidup) nya. (kerana ia satu ibadah yang memerlukan perancangan hidup. Orang selalu membicarakan financial planning dan financial freedom. Kenapa tidak dibicarakan ibadah planning dan spiritual freedom?)

Maka jadilah hidup seseorang itu diatur oleh dan berpaksikan ubudiyah (penghambaan kepada Tuhan). Ini satu kehidupan yang damai dan sempurna, yang hanya dirasai oleh mereka yang menyerahkan diri kepada Tuhan mereka.

- Tamat Bahagian 1-



Sunday, May 31, 2015

Avengers, re-assembled


“So, Captain America.”

“It’s Captain Amrullah now.”

“Oh, sorry”. She felt like slapping her forehead. Man, how could I forget that?

“Who brought this reporter over here anyway? Subhaaanallah, the things I have to go through.” He let out a long sigh.

“Chill, Captain. You know we need the coverage. If the Avengers start, then everyone else will follow.”

“You talk to her then”. And he walked off.

“Sorry about the Captain. He’s a bit stressed out about the whole Rohingya issue.” He took off his sunglasses, and she could see that he hasn’t been sleeping these past few days. “So, how can I help you miss..?”

“Natasha.” Her voice came out soft, and that’s not like her at all. It was quite intimidating, seeing these legendary men in the flesh. And there was a good reason why a lot of women swoon at the name of Tony Stark.

“Ehmm, let’s see…so Mr Stark, why did your team decide to help now? It seems like a waste of your superpowers. Normal people can handle it, governments can handle it”.

“That’s exactly the point. Governments can, and should, handle the situation, but they aren’t. You have a LOT of Muslim countries, and very rich ones too, but a lot of them are happy to be kicking the can into their neighbours’ street. They’re thinking, ‘Thank god it’s not happening in my backyard’, but that’s not the way to go. The whole ummah is like a body, one part suffers and the whole wakes up in pain. Even I know that”.

“Uhuh. Do you have permission for all this? You’re trespassing into other countries’ land and seas, you know”.

A grin formed at the side of his mouth. “Number one, we don’t need permission from these people who have no sense. Number two, it is Allah’s land and sea, he gave it to us so we can do good. Besides, no one gets angry at the Avengers, and we hope that this superhero stuff will push people into doing something.” At that, his eyes lit up. “In fact.....put this as an ad in your newspaper, ‘Iron Man loves the Rohingyans. Do you?’ And add a picture of Iron Man pointing straight, one hand at the hips.” He chuckles. “There, that would get them going.”

“I really hope that would”. She suddenly noticed something peculiar about him. Throughout the whole interview he never looked at her directly. Most of the time he was gazing at the floor or somewhere else. Tony Stark, who had a well-known penchant for women, not taking the opportunity to even look at one? This struck her as incredible.

“Heads up guys, we’re getting heat signals a few miles down”.

“Wait, wait, before you go, one last question. We were all shocked when all of you announced your reversion to Islam. How has that changed you? I heard that Hollywood’s refusing to make another movie about the Avengers.”

“Well, we like to say that we lost Hollywood, but gained the Holy Word. And that is something I would never, ever give up, not even if they take away my iron suits.”

“Never ever?”

“Never never ever. It has changed us for the better, definitely. Yes the Black Widow decided to stop, she had to protect her modesty and decided to wear the veil, but she’s still coordinating our missions. Now we only care about pleasing Allah, not the studio producers, not the media, nor anyone else. Yeah, its all good.”

“Thank you Mr Stark.”

“You’re welcome.”

“By the way, aren’t you supposed to suit up or something by now? I think we’re getting close.”

“Don’t worry. We have a Hulk.”

*************

Dr Bruce Banner was sitting cross-legged in a pod at the side of the carrier, eyes shut tight, fists clenched. He was muttering something under his breath. Natasha tried hard to listen, but she couldn’t make it out. He was, if she heard correctly, speaking in Arabic.

“What’s he saying?”

“Wait..”

Dr Banner’s muttering became louder, his breathing stronger.
 
...وما لكم الا تقتلوا في سبيل الله

“It’s a verse from the Quran, ‘What is it with you, that you don’t fight in Allah’s cause..’”

“Wow, he’s memorized the Quran? But you became muslim less than a year ago.”

“This is Bruce Banner, he’s a god-given genius. He memorized the whole book in 2 months.”

“Wow.”

 .. والمستضعفين من الرجال والنساء والولدان...

“He’s a lot calmer now. He’s reading these verses to fire himself up.”
 
… الذين يقولون ربنا أخرجنا من هذه القرية الظالم أهلها واجعل لنا من لدنك وليا واجعل لنا من لدنك نصيرا

Dr Banner stopped reciting and opened his eyes. They had turned bright green.

“Hulk ready.”

Hawkeye opened a door. “They’re all yours, Hulk”.

Banner leaped out of the carrier bellowing at the top of his lungs, his body transforming into a colossal green mass. They could hear a large thump as he landed, the sound of gunfire and the Hulk’s awesome roars as he wreaked havoc amongst the bandits.

After a few seconds, there was just silence.

The intercom buzzed. “Banner here. The crooks are finished. There are a lot of our brothers and sisters down here, some in cages. They look famished and some need medical help, but otherwise they’ll be fine insyaallah. Come down.”

And one by one, they all fell down prostrating.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

one last trip

What would you give to have one last, perfect day with your loved ones?

Mama: "You know, this is the last trip that we're going on together. After this adik is going to fly, and along is getting married."



I'd give the world and everything that's in it.

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Ask anyone who's married, and they'll tell you that its a very big step to take. But i guess that what crossed my mind were mostly rainbows and sunshine and butterflies, and the enormity and weight of what I'm getting myself into did not really sink in. Until this final holiday trip.

In many ways, this trip felt very different. My family loves to go on regular trips to a state up north, to rest and relax and go where the food is nice. Normally it would be a straight drive, stopping only at rest stations on the highway. But this time round

We stopped by my brother's old school, where he took photos for memory's sake

We took detours out of the highway to stop by several places that had wonderful food

And for the first time ever, my dad took selfies of the whole family at every restaurant we visited, 

My dad is not the type to say 'i love you boys', but i can understand from his actions that he's saying 'i love you boys' loud and clear.

'This is the last time we're eating here together. After this along and his wife will be bringing us here'...

*drip,drip* awh man, writing this down is so hard..big boys aren't supposed to cry, adoi...

I don't have the words to describe this trip..victory lap? Homecoming? Down memory lane? Manhood ritual? The reality sunk in that im no longer a big boy, no more depending on my parents, i'll be a man with responsibilities and my own family to bring up and educate. 

'(Patting parents' shoulders) jangan risau..janji ditepati' (don't worry..promises will be fulfilled) 

Parents would worry a lot of things, and you could understand that. Will he be too busy with his wife and neglect us? Will he be around to help? Will he even visit? My mum told me that parents always see their children as their little babies, no matter how grown-up they are. Remember that, even if you're a high-ranking somebody. You could have never reached that high without being lifted, after allah, by a pair of blessed hands, who held you since the day you were born, put up with your screaming and poo, and proudly smiled on every graduation day too. 

I am deeply grateful to Allah that this trip happened. It was close to perfect. The memories, the wonderful meals together, the subtle hints, the comforting words. At night we played Risk, a military board game and that was a perfect game too (perfect because, obviously, i won).

Probably the last time we would all be in the same car together. 

Everything that happened during this trip made me feel like it was destined to be a final, perfect day with your loved ones before moving on to another world. In a way i am moving on to another totally different world, people ask me 'are you ready' and i say 'sort of' but you cannot really be sure you're ready until you're actually married. Don't worry, we'll cross the bridge when we get to it. Insyaallah.

Thank you allah for gifting me with my parents.

Thank you allah for gifting me with my brothers.

Thank you allah for gifting me with my future half.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I hope that allah will accept us altogether into a Garden where there would only be one eternal, unending, perfect day.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Mr Karpal Singh- a reflection

I was touched by this article on Karpal Singh:

http://www.thestar.com.my/News/Nation/2014/04/18/A-fighter-and-a-gentleman/

Religious and political stances aside, I can't help but to admire his virtues as a human being. Replace the name 'Karpal Singh' with 'Mohamad X' and you find in him a lot of attributes that are ideal for a da'ie:

"..love or hate him, you have to admire the man’s tenacity."

"He was as fierce as a tiger when taking on his opponents but outside of the political arena, he was soft-spoken, courteous and polite and always a gentleman."

"You could not catch him using rude words especially in front of ladies and he treated all reporters with respect."

"Those who have been to his office are often surprised at how small and ordinary it is."

"Come to think of it, Karpal never once complained about the disabilities he had to endure after the 2005 accident that cost him the use of his limbs."

While at the same time, his 'muslim' critics lack integrity, are foul-mouthed, extravagant to a nauseating degree and are wholly unrepentant, fearing warnings from the ballot paper more than warnings from the divine book.

We are the worst enemies of our own selves.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

it slips away

Here's a neat tip for managing time.

I can't remember who told this to me, but he got it from a brother in the mosque.

And the simple way to a productive life is

"After every solah, plan what you want to do until the next solah".

That way, you will get two kinds of goodness.

The goodness of using time wisely,

And the goodness of arranging your life according to the times of solah, and not according to meal times.

All the best ;)