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?”


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.”


 .. 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.


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:

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:

" 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 ;)

Saturday, April 12, 2014

think good of your brother whatever colour he is