Chauvinist

I really dislike chauvinist in general. One time, I was caught off guard by the blatant comment, I was dumbfounded. Till now, I regret for not defending myself. NOW, male supremacy and such, in my tolerable mood, I could brush it off and walk away; move on. However, you'll get a spitfire if you got on the wrong side of me; esp when I am already in a foul mood. Males who mansplain for almost everything and even dare to talk about female idiosyncrasies psychology and biology like they know how women feel, yeah you lot. I freakin' dispise you. I am SUPER DISGUSTED when they are highrolling in their perfect male superiority fantasy. Yeah, keep rolling your freaking dirt-shit. * * * * * * * Lelaki dan wanita diciptakan berbeza spya kita saling belajar antara satu sama lain. Tujuannya agar kita berasa rendah diri, bangga dan memahami perbezaan antara kita. Jgn lah hnya kerana kita berbeda, maka kita merasakan kita ini bagus dan mempertuankan yang lain. Maka budaya memperlekehkan dan merendahkan mahupun merampas suara sebenar kaum yang lain dgn beranggapan awk LEBIH TAHU makin berleluasa. HIPOCRISY apakah ini? * * * * * * * Jgn ditanya mgpa KEBANYAKAN WANITA tidak berumahtangga, ini hanya kerana ada jga KEBANYAKAN LELAKI chauvinist yang tidak selayaknya bagi mereka. Tepuk dada, tanya selera.

Aku Seorang Pendosa

Something happened. It was not under duress but my lack of judgement and caught in the heat of the moment thing. Its true that we do bad things, we dont feel the weigh if the sins until it dawns to you that all that pleasure is nothing but pure black sin. Ya Allah, what have I done? What did I do it? I tried to figure out how did it come to that. I was there when it happened and now things escalated so quickly, I am out of breath and I feel like I am drowning. I am caught in the middle of situations in which i want something but i cant get it until I pay for the price. Still, i took the back hand and play the bad guy. Everything happened seemed like a dream, I was happy and felt relief but later I feel dread. I am scared that the wrath of Allah will be upon me. I did something wrong, now i have to compansate for my wrongdoing. I am scared of what will happen to my plans for a happy life. Why did i not just wait till the time comes and reap what i had sown? Why was I greedy? Why did I always make stupid brashful decisions? Why did i allow it to happened? Maybe Allah wants to show me, for what i really am. A bitch that dont deserve a better life, a better plan, nor a better ending. It wouldnt change a thing, even when i slap myself in the face hundreds and hundreds of times. Ya Allah, please forgive me. You the All Seer, has seen how i acted. I am so ashamed of myself. I am so so so ashamed of me. I know i cant rewind what i did and make anew, please, please Ya Allah, forgive this pitiful servant of her sins.

Terhegeh-hegeh

Let me just get this freaking situation straight. How is it that I am perfectly available to reply his message while he takes his blissful time to do so? Eh, 2toes tak perlu lah nak buruk prasangka sangat, dia sibuk. WTF is sibuk? Cbuk? Busy? Bz? Haha. Very funny tho. Its like saying that you need to end the conversation as soon as possible because you are bz and cbuk. Go ahead. Just wait till I am busy. Dont worry, honey, I am not like that. I push that sort of bz and cbuk notion just to be with you. To make you feel special because you are. Sadly, what you did all these time makes me wonder again and again if I am one of your VIP priorities. Maybe I am not, yet you have confessed repetitively how deep is your love for me. Honey, I dont understand your kind of love, the one that makes me feel neglected sometimes. Am I asking too much? I know that you are loyal and caring but honey you do have something on the side. A mistress, your freaking kryptonite; WORK. She was so freaking demanding, I cant even win that fight coz I am the bad guy in your DC Universe. We texted just now, I thought, 'Owh babe, you are awake, bright eyes and bushy tail. Oh, we are going to talk for awhile'. Haha. F*ck no. It was brief just like a roll call in which we outlined what we will do. Its like running to a checklist, you got this tick*, i got that tick*. Owh yeah, just realised his text about going to see his family in the evening. Okay. Should I be happy? Okay, I can be happy. Somebody draw something on this smiley, 😶. I read a book about the personality of our dear Propeht SAW and his companions. I do envy Abu Bakr, he is one patient man. How can you be so furiously angry and not a single twitch of rage reflected on your face? I say this companion has the patience of a rock or an asteriod. The book mentioned that you can choose to be upset or you can choose not to be. I did that before, and it was freaking awesome. Freaking awesome coz it works. I was like what those orang put say, a freaking Buddha Dalai Lama sort of patience. The trick is when something upsets you, for the mere 1-2 seconds of emotional reaction, you make the choice either to be mad about it or just chill and move on. I should try that some time. I will be so freaking cool like a cucumber, i might have slices of that round-watery vegetable around my freaking eyes and drinking a glass of cold Sunkist Tropical. Lol, thats me being chill when I found out my Golden Chariot was scratched and bumped multiple times. Sabr..sabr.. I should keep my surprising unpredictable demeanor instead. That is what gives my conviction more impact. Yeah, I am heartless unpredictable b*tch. This girl aint for the fainted heart. This girl needs a heart of steel with the core of fluffy-ness inside. Are you in, honey? Let's get this joyride a spin, you will see if its worth your time.

Reflection

Oct 1, 2013. Tuesday. I have many experiences in making decisions in life. Surely, some I do regret, some I dont. However, today I made another decision in life that I think is what I really need to do to save the hearts of people whom I love dearly. Sometimes, being with people that you love could hurt you and what they did, whether conscious or unconciously, could break our hearts over and over again. At times, we just do not want to open up to people close to us so that they will not be burdened with our problems and so on. I know I am rambling nonsense but I just can't find my own sanctuary to express my feelings. I am in love and wanted to be loved. But only end up heartbroken over and over again. GOD!! It hurts, eventhough in a small degree but everything seems to build up and i can't think of a place to exert my emotions. I have to distance myself with people that i love the most just so that I dont hurt myself. I know that I am a selfish bitch. But that is just me. If I cant be what I am, that should I be? Appealing to the eyes of public scrutiny or being dead wrong about everything that people seems to expect me to do and decide for myself. Oh Allah, I dont know of the things that I wanted to do for this insignificant life. It seems so hard to breath anymore as I make every steps towards maturity. Wanting to be loved by a soul mate is so out of the question. Why my life can be so depressing to the point I wanted to just run and scream with all my might to the world around me to stop fucking playing with my emotions. Why that I feel so different from others? I am not in highschool anymore but why I still feel like I am the outcast? Why I cant I have a chance to love a person that I wanted to love. Why cant everything fall into place as they suppose to like in novels and shortstories? I am so done with unpredictable conflicts and dramas? Should I pay someone to love me? Should I offer my mortality to enjoy minutes of bliss resulting a painful suffering in Hell? I cant make up my mind. It is all about decisions and what are the consequences that come after that. I have to admit, I am afraid of everthing that I have to make up my mind for. I am afraid what life has for me in the future. The word 'future' is a taboo for me. My head kept on analysing, calculating and inferencing every steps that I take and every move that I make. This is killing me from the inside that I feel like I want to burst like fireworks up in the dark sky. At times, I wish I am dead. Nothing to worry. People would not miss me that much. I had never did anything that is worth thinking about. They would think of me being nonsensical when I talk about being dead. Yes, say what you want to say. Shoot where you want to shoot. Juz keep me out of the target zone. P/s I wrote this as a draft on 1st of Oct 2013. Wow, I was so negative back then, but I am not that pessimistic anymore. People do change through time and alhamdulillah I am part of that change. I hope I could be better now that I found my love; we had a row because of my bitching attitude. I do hope Abg could forgive my selfishness and unpredictable misdemeanor. I will be better at this, I always do. INSHA ALLAH.

Love

Being in love is a wonderful feeling. Imagine someone out there just for you and loves you for what you are. The world seems more accepting and you don't feel like you are alone anymore. It is the best thing our God give to mankind. To love and to feel love. I for once knew if I ever fall in love, this person will get the full scale of my love accumulated from years and years of yearning. Poor him, because I love someone rather fiercely. Some might mistaken it for being possesive and obsession. I just feel like I am a little child craving for attention. I regret I never had ever loved a man or anyone except Abg; in this sense a total stranger not related by kin. He had to bear the burden of being the only one I ever love. It is both a previlege and a curse. Whenever I do feel upset or frustrated, I express myself rather eloquently, but through time, I was brash and inconsiderate to people around me. I pity the one who loves me for what I am, for I am disasterous. People cannot figure me out, not even my family at one point. That's the reason I predicted myself living alone with Shiro. Then he came into my life, everything is wonderful. I changed for the better, I even feel alive. I care for everyday I wake up, knowing he cares. I cannot explain how happy my soul is, only God knows it for sure. When I was without love, I know that being in love is going to be tough and unpredictable. I am good at giving advice about love because its easy to see how love works in a third person point of view. Now, imagine floating, swimming and drowning in it. Will you ever make it to the shore and have a happy ending? I am scared being in love because I know for sure I love with vengeance. I express myself rather vividly, people would be scared of me. They think I am mad or I am too daring. Last time, I do not care if people would not accept me for what I am. Now, I do, especially Abg's point of view. I do not want him to hate me but I also want him to know the real me. I am so awkward in love, I think I only confuse him more. At one point, I am scared that he would hate me, God forbid, because I do not think I can survive that blow. I might fall in a downward spiral and let myself consume in the abyss. But maybe I am being a bit hyperbole in my foreshadowing. I know I can survive but it will scar me more if I lose Abg. It is all because I never love anyone dearly as much I love him. I am writing my heart out here because at one point I would stumble upon this post and reflect back again, that for once I have loved someone with all my heart and I do pray that when I read this post again I could smile. I smile because I am with the same person whom I loved before and in years to come. I could also smile for the fact that at one point I do have a heart and I was not a heartless b*tch people always presume I was (I felt like I do even at this very moment). 2toes, even when you are alone, just remember you have Allah. He loves you for what you are. He could let someone love you for what you are and He could also take it away from you; but only to let it be a lesson for you. I know you are scared of being in love and at times you feel insecure. Just trust that person and trust that Allah knows what is best for you. Insha Allah. Amiin.

Heartless

I have a cat. Her name is Shiro. Eventhough I am her owner, but I knew from the start she owns me. We own each other. We have each others back. We suppose to have each others back, but I failed my part. Recently, at the end of Eid ul Adha, I was sending my mother, my sister and her children back to their place. I left Shiro to fend for herself while I was away. I thought leaving her at home with ample food and water would suffice. It was selfish of me. When I came back home, asking my boyfriend to send me. I entered my house with drips and puddles of blood around the house. Being scaredy cat, I was terrified and thought it was something supernatural. I checked on Shiro, she seemed fine at that time. She was meowing like she used to when she saw me and scratched on the same spot on my white leather-like sofa. I decided to stay over at my aunt's house. I stayed and had my jolly good time there while Shiro stayed at home. I came two days after that to take some stuffs and to clean up new but little stains after the first day I came; which were quite a lot. I let Shiro out because she seemed quite keen to move out of the house, maybe for some fresh air or something; I thought. Came the next two days, she was around but just for awhile and left. The next day,l after that, I came hoping to see her but she was not around. Finally, I have decided that it was nothing and came back to stay for the night with my sister's company. When I came later in the evening to stay for the night, I saw her waiting meekly at my front door. She was weak, her beautiful silvery fur was stained and her eyes were tired and red. She looked so sad. That is when I realized what a bad owner I am. I opened the door,to let her in. She saw me, I picked her up and brought her inside. After settling down, I took a look at her and realized that her rear seemed dirty and sticky. I brought her close to me and examined het rear. It was shocking to see that her rear produced some pus like liquid. I pinched and the liquid oozed out. It was dreadful. I planned to take her to the vet soon. That night she slept close to me like she was during the Eid ul Adha week. Being selfish, yet again, I delayed my intention because I was occupied with work at school. I only showered her and cleaned her up to see if the liquid is just a minor secretion. Soon, I had a feeling that it was not.I noticed that she did not even touch her food and I saw that she peed little and there was no poo since I brought her in. I brought her to the vet yesterday. I googled and found a good vet close to home. I took her after I came back from work. She was looking rather lethargic. At the vet, the doctor diagnosed that she might have some problem with her lady parts and there was a bump around her midriff. The doctor suggested a surgery to identify what the bump is. I had to leave her to spend the night at the vet while waiting for her surgery on the next day. Today, I enquire the clinic about my cat. I was shocked that she was pregnant. It was devastating to hear that her baby died in her womb and it had been so long that it accumulated pus around the area. I reflected in the first day I saw drips of blood around the house and I thought of her. How neglectful I was of her. How shameful I was to not be more empathic and sensitive with beings around me, especially for Shiro. Now, the doctor said that she really had to remove the unborn kitten and the womb. That was it. The thing that slapped me hard on my face. It made me question my sense of empathy. Heartless, that is what I am. A close friend of mine called me heartless. Maybe she didnt know the true meaning of the word, but it weighs a lot of impact to me. I am a heartless person.

Rejuvinating life, what a life!!

Hi everyone, or should I say, hi myself. Not that I expected anyone to read my blog because I don't have much of constructive things to say instead of loathing and putting misery poems. Ha-ha. I guess I am the perfect sculpture of self-imposed misery and self-pity. Yeah, I pity myself quite a lot these days. Last four days, I almost collapse and end up breaking my fast while there are only a few more hours to iftar. H, told me that I can actually fight the feeling of fainting if I really fought it. Somehow, I just like to give in and end up shivering. To be honest, I like the fact people care for me when I am sick, vice versa I hate it when there are no one care for me when I am sick. It makes me feel lonely and vulnerable. It also makes me feel that I am the most idiot person and friendless of all. Anyway, it is still my fault for not finding true meaningful friends. Now, I am grateful that I had a few friends whom I can depend on. I am still learning to understand the true nature of friendship, especially in Islam. It looks beautiful and feels blessed. Somehow, I kept on having this tide of emotion only for a few blissful moments and lastly end up condemning myself from ever engage with them. I guess that I am always alone when I want to do my evil things. ALWAYS alone.

Now that I know that I am not supposed to be alone, I want to busy myself with other productive things. I had been doing this thing before and it is proven effective. In spite of the discovery, I simply put it on the shelf with my other collections of daily Islamic experiments. I guess that I might have been a person who are easily bored with things, thus end up flunking myself back to zero. Again, I had to start all over again, but now with different strategy. I am thinking about it right now but still couldn't find any solutions so far. I know this is just part of my journey to self-discovery. I am learning and am improving. I am not what I am before nor what I am in the future. I suppose the motto I should be holding in is "Don't Give Up in Him, Coz He Never Gives Up On You". I believe this to be true coz I am still alive and in the true religion. All I have to do is try to find my way in this life to reach the equilibrium of existence. It is easier than done. Hey, not all life-journeys are bed of roses, aren't they?

For now, everyone around me kept on talking about marriage and babies. I had reached the conclusion that I already at the age. It's ok to talk about marriage and stuffs like that; however, the fact that I had no prospects of whom and where I will have my marital life is so depressing sometimes. Allah is covering the hijab of my marital life in such a way that I cannot see what is behind the veil. Maybe the curtain is too thick or it is actually brick walls instead of flowing curtains. Imagine that you are on the street and searching for every male faces that you've seen; hoping that among them, the one is somewhere playing hide and seek. First, you might end up being a pervert or a flirt. Second, it is too tiring like looking left and right for cars while crossing the street; every cars that passes by makes my eyes roll like these doors in the elegant hotel which turns around and around as people comes in and out. In the end, it is said in the hadith that marriage is part of what Allah had per-destined to us, so just wait coz he will eventually come. In what fashion, I don't know but that is suppose to be part of the surprise. Ha-ha (laughs meekly). Anyway, that's all for my ramblings. Hope I will not end up doing one post for a year like what I had done in 2011. Pergh, it must have been my most busiest year ever, not that I had to admit it too truthfully. :'3

Demons in me

Pleasure

A masquerade of lust

Greedy

and

Need

Helpless in sea of sensation

Drown INWARD

into the gallows

Such sweet yet sinful

PARADISE

A steadfast MIND

Lay

There

Defeated

Regretful moan RESONATES

wailing walls

Masked INNOCENT

sacrificial pain

Incomprehensible

Daunting heartbeat

Guilty

INSANITY

Utakata

Utakata

Floating freely in the air,

How dreamy you are

Climbing up the sky

As cold engulf your transparent wall

You left with an insignificant splash

Evaporating like you’re never there

Utakata

Drifting by the sea

Sea surfer of night and day

Born and disappear

Clashes beyond sandy earth

Small united cries seems so normal

It’s an everyday habit by the sea

I don’t want to be like you

Dreamy baubles

Reflecting far-fetched rainbows

So beautiful, yet so temporal

Clinging at the tips of cruel air

Futile force to live

No corpses, no skeletons

to mourn you, simpletons

I don’t want to be like you

Who deluded in false hope

Nothing to reach

Nothing to hold

To be born and disappear

Insignificant

Transparent ball

Popped

goes to nothing.

Hmmm?

Hi again~!

I am feeling moody and again I tend to forget that I had a blog where I can pour my hearts out like river from the upper mountain. Non stop>.. It's already 2011 and this is my first post for this new year. Too bad, I am in a moody mood right now.

I don't like assignments.. To be more specific I don't like doing last minute assignments. In spite of my hatred, I am still doing it and I am doing it right now, this very moment of complete ignorance of time and space. Yes, I squeeze myself to make time for me to sleep, playing around and playing around again. I think that I am moody right now because I had made my motto for this year as not to do any last minute thing. Now that I had failed my vision, I am feeling moody and helpless... I failed myself and I will fail again.. over and over again. I hate that. I do hope I had more self-restraint. I would not say that I am stupid or anything else but I just feel like one... For all these years, I do hope I can be successful like other... It's a joke right? For someone to actually pass with flying colours without studying hard? But why I always compare myself to these group of people who are blessed with strong cognitive and metacognitive process. I am still trying to figure out what are my specialty. I thought I am aural and visual learner. I didn't even write any notes during class so that I can pay attention to the slides and the lecture. So far, I can't access myself whether it worked or not. I had a feeling that it is not working. Hey, at least I am saving some trees because I used less paper now. Haaa! Now I am an environmentalist... I should do some voluntary work saving trees...

Oh, I had been grumbling about this thing for months since I got this job. Yeah, the job that I am currently employed to. I had a feeling that I should quit it but I still can't. I don't know why I don't have the nerve or determination to say those sacred words "I quit!". I think I might get consumption if I continue working at that place again. I even grow pimples and I had something in my eye. Oh... that thing in the eye is my worst so-called enemy. I hate it to the core.. People would accuse me for a peeping tom. I am not a porno stalker for Allah's sake!! People still believe in this grandmother taboo... Hello! This is the 22nd century... how far are you in the dinosaur age?! Anyway, I think maybe I don't want to quit my job because I am afraid of being penniless. Yeah, that is possible. Back at home, I had decided that I don't want to stay broke, ever. I hate not having money in my pocket in the time of desperation. Credit cards are bad, yeah but these cards saved my ass. Alhamdulillah, Allah had made the credit cards available when I am in need. I would be begging along the alley if I don't have them. Allah knows what else might happened to me without His mercy. Oh, He is the Most Gracious and Merciful. I wouldn't say all these words to anyone except Him. I was actually planning on keeping the money from work for future use; like a trip to the South or OZ. I wouldn't be staying in Auckland for long. I am going back by the end of this year. A true muslim shouldn't have any world attachments but I am a nostalgic person. I linger on things, places and time. I can't take my head off all the things that I think worth remembering. If I were given a choice, I would like to stay here and marry someone here. Do some sewing or something instead of being a teacher. I do not loathe being a teacher but I hate stress. Stress makes me feel ugly, angry, moody and lots of appetite; not that I eat lesser food than my other friends. In the future, I should consider quitting my job. For now, I can still bear with it. I hope I didn't get any serious disease or fractures from working there. I still want to live being happy and healthy till I die.

Haid

 
Harus Dibaca Oleh Setiap Mereka Yang Bergelar Muslimah

Kebanyakkan Muslimah tidak berapa perasan atau lebih malang lagi jika mereka tidak tahu menahu langsung akan perkara ini.

Dalam ilmu Fiqh khususnya Bab haid yang berkaitan dengan diri wanita itu sendiri amat kurang dikuasai atau difahami secara menyeluruh oleh kebanyakkan wanita Islam. Kenapa hal ini boleh terjadi?

Amat susah untuk mencari seorang guru atau ustazah yang betul-betul pakar dalam bab ‘Orang-orang Perempuan ini’ kecuali terpaksa atau mesti dirujuk juga kepada ustaz- ustaz. Contohnya yang paling simple, bila ditanya kepada kebanyakkan wanita Islam, “Adakah wajib bagi seorang wanita Islam menqhada’kan solat mereka yang ditinggalkan ketika haid?” pastinya kita akan mendengar jawapan daripada kebanyakkan mereka mengatakan, “Alaa... Itu soalan mudah jee... Bila datang period maka solat tu tak perlu qadha’. Yang perlu qadha’ hanya puasa jee...” Itulah yang mereka belajar sejak mula-mula bergelar wanita dahulu.

Sebenarnya TAK SEBEGITU MUDAH bagi seorang Muslimah nak meninggalkan solat mereka walaupun dirinya didatangi haid sekalipun!

Hal ini boleh dirujuk di dalam kitab Ihya' Ulumuddin karangan Hujjatul Islam Imam Al-Ghazali yang masyhur. Kitab yang padanya ada ilmu yang berkaitan Tasawuf dan padanya juga perbahasan Fiqh yang luas, inilah bukti kehebatan ulamak terdahulu.

Dalam BAB TIGA : “Fi adab Mua’sharah Wama Yujzi Fi Dawamun Nikah” perkara YANG KETUJUH disebut dengan jelas dalam kitab tersebut :

PERKARA YANG BERKAITAN DENGAN HAID :

Penjelasan terhadap solat yang perlu diqadha’ bagi perempuan yang didatangi haid :

1. Jika perempuan dalam keadaan haid mendapati darah haid itu berhenti (dengan melihatnya) sebelum masuknya waktu Maghrib kira-kira sempat dia solat Asar sebanyak satu rakaat, maka baginya wajib qadha’ solat Zohor dan Asar.

2. Jika perempuan mendapati darah haidnya kering sebelum masuknya waktu subuh, kira-kira sempat baginya solat Isya’ sebanyak satu rakaat, maka wajib baginya qadha’ solat Maghrib dan Isya'.

“Dan hal ini (qadha’ solat yang ditinggalkan semasa haid) adalah sekurang-kurang perkara yang wajib diketahui oleh setiap wanita Islam” (Imam al-Ghazali)

HURAIAN MASALAH :
1. Kenapa perlu diqadha’ solat Asar dan Zohor? Kerana perempuan itu hanya menyedari keringnya haid masih dalam waktu Asar, maka baginya wajib solat Asar (selepas mandi hadas).

2. Kenapa pula solat Zohor juga perlu diqadha’ sama? Kerana didalam hukum menjama’ (menghimpun solat bagi orang musafir) solat Asar boleh dijama’ dan diqasarkan bersama solat Zohor.

- Kerana kecuaian wanita itu sendiri (dari melihat haidnya kering atau tidak), boleh jadi haidnya sudah kering dalam waktu Zohor lagi, langkah Ihtiyat (menjaga hukum) maka perempuan itu juga perlu mengqhada’ solat Zohor.

3. Dalam perkara solat subuh pun sama. Perempuan itu hanya menyedari darah haidnya kering, sebelum masuk waktu subuh, kira-kira sempat solat Isyak satu rakaat (selepas mandi hadas) maka wajib baginya solat Isya’ sebab darahnya sudah kering semasa masih dalam waktu Isya’.

- Solat Isya’ juga boleh dijama’ (bagi musafir) dengan solat Maghrib, maka baginya juga perlu diqadha’ solat Maghrib. Diatas kecuainnya (tidak betul-betul melihat darahnya kering atau tidak dalam setiap waktu solat) maka boleh jadi darahnya sudah kering dalam waktu Maghrib lagi (sebab proses keringnya darah itu berlaku secara perlahan-lahan, mungkin perempuan itu hanya menyedarinya dalam waktu subuh, hakikatnya proses pengeringan itu sudah lama berlaku).

-Maka langkah ihtiyat (menjaga hukum) maka adalah bagi perempuan itu perlu diqadha’ juga solat Maghribnya.

Sila rujuk : Kitab Ihya' Ulumuddin (Jilid ke 2) Cetakan Darul Nahwan Nil / Darul Haram Lil Turath, Kaherah.

Diharapkan tulisan saya ini memberi kesedaran kepada seluruh wanita yang bergelar Muslimah untuk lebih mendalami diri mereka dengan ilmu ‘Fiqhul Nisa’ ini yang berkaitan dengan diri mereka sendiri.

(AMIRUL AMIN)

Credits to Hilmi Halim (facebook)

Jangan Kahwini Wanita Ini

Dicatat oleh Imam Al-Ghazali

Jangan engkau kahwini wanita yang enam iaitu wanita yang Ananah, yang Mananah, dan yang Hananah, dan jangan engkau kahwini yang Hadaqah, yang Baraqah dan yang Syadaqah."

Wanita Ananah :
Banyak mengeluh & mengadu dan tiap saat memperalatkan sakit atau buat-buat sakit.

Wanita Mananah :
Suka membangkit-bangkit terhadap suami. Wanita ini sering menyatakan, "Aku membuat itu keranamu."

Wanita Hananah :
Menyatakan kasih sayangnya kepada suaminya yang lain, yang dikahwininya sebelum ini atau kepada anaknya dari suami yang lain.

Wanita Hadaqah :
Melemparkan pandangan dan matanya pada tiap sesuatu, lalu menyatakan keinginannya untuk memiliki barang itu dan memaksa suaminya untuk membelinya.

Wanita Baraqah :
Ada 2 makna, pertama yang sepanjang hari mengilatkan dan menghias mukanya, kedua dia marah ketika makan dan tidak mahu makan kecuali sendirian dan diasingkan bahagiannya.

Wanita Syadaqah:
Banyak cakap tidak menentu lagi bising.

Credits to Hilmi Halim (Facebook)

Just like before...

Like what i used to write.. : I don't know what to say.

These days had been a bit gloomy for me. I think maybe I am feeling lonely. Or maybe I missed the time when I am young although I am taught to worry since I was a child.

I missed the time when I climbed the trees, venturing in the backyard bushes and playing with my sisters and brother. Yes, I missed them. When i tried to look back, my small heart yearn for those nostalgic moments to replay again.

Oh! How I hope that I can keep my past in my closet and go back whenever I want to. Forget all the bad things that ever happened when I was young, forget all the pains and sorrows that I had gone through. I had come to realized that I am what I am. I am the product of the past me. It seems like yesterday that I played the cement mixture with my sisters to make gray-hard cookies. I feels like an hour ago that I had taken a nap under our shady tree that grows pink and creamy green leaves. Lay under our self constructed swing, Mak had made for us. 

How I hope that I am not afraid of heights too much that I can walk again on the rooftops at the Quarters. I remember playing under the white frangipani tree which Bapak told us that he saw a big lizard that could swallow Didi in one gulp; Didi was skinny back then. Yeah, we were scared back then but we still play there in spite of the warning that there is a black snake nest at the small little hill located near the snowy tree. I also remember the backyard dumping area where we would throw away any degradable rubbish from our household and that was also the place where we 'buried' our pet chicken after her 'tragic' death. 

I also remember one time when my sisters and I were hoping ill fate to our little brother because he made Bapak punished us to stay under the house for faults that are not us to blame. I think I can still find some of my teeth that i planted near the house. Yeah, I pulled my own tooth and am proud of being independent and fearless. 

Didi and I used to be punished. I am sure she remember the time where Bapak punished us to sleep outside; one night we had to sleep at the verandah and one time we slept in the old white Toyota with roaches crawling all over our body. These are all the unforgettable moments that I can't help but smile to myself and I am sure Didi would do the same. 

There was also one time when we splashed water under the house and sprinkled detergent on the wet cement floor. It was our imaginary 'water world' and we slide back and forth on the slippery floor. We would jump from the wall and doing brilliant stunts before Mak and Bapak came back from work. Oh, how furious was Bapak back then. However, I don't remember what were our punishment back then. 

Now, I can only sigh and reminisce. All I can do is to only write and hope. I am a big girl now. I will marry later on and had my own children. Life goes on and one day I will die. I pray that Allah will make me live with Iman, die with Iman and resurrected with enough Iman so that I won't be too ashamed to meet him in His court. Insyallah!! Amin!!

Siapa nak jadi Isteri kedua?

Oleh `Izzat Anwari bin Hasni

“Awak sudi jadi isteri kedua saya?” tanya Fikri tegas dan yakin. Tiba-tiba mata Fatimah merah, air mata mula bergelinang di kelopak bawah. “Tak sangka awak sudah beristeri! Awak jahat! Sanggup mempermainkan hati saya. Awak ingat saya tiada maruah? Hah!” pekik Fatimah dengan suara tersekat-sekat. Mata Fikri liar melihat kiri kanan, mungkin ada sesiapa yang memandang perlakuan dia dan Fatimah. Bukan takutkan pandangan manusia, tetapi lagak Fatimah langsung tidak selari dengan penampilannya. “Saya ingat kita lama berkawan, awak masih bujang. Tapi rupa-rupanya…” Fatimah mula sebak. “Tak. Maksud saya – ” “Sudah! Jangan bermulut manis lagi. Cukup!” potong Fatimah dengan kasar. “Awak nampak macam alim, tapi sanggup menipu saya. Dan awak sanggup melamar saya menjadi isteri kedua awak. Awak ingat saya ni siapa?” suara Fatimah semakin tinggi, setinggi egonya. Fikri diam seribu bahasa. Dia sudah tahu `Fatimah’ di sebalik Fatimah yang dia kenal selama ini. Fatimah bergegas dari situ sambil mengelap air mata dengan tudung labuhnya berwarna kuning. Dalam hatinya, Fikri seolah-olah menghinanya apabila memujuknya untuk bermadu. Fikri muram. Namun masih terselit kekecewaan di sudut hatinya. Kekasih hatinya belum bersedia rupa-rupanya. “Ada hikmah,” bisik hati kecil Fikri, sekecil pandangannya terhadap Fatimah. Hujung minggu berjalan seperti biasa. Program-program dakwah menyibukkan jadual Fikri sebagai seorang muslim yang beramal dengan apa yang diyakininya. Duitnya banyak dihabiskan untuk memenuhi tuntutan dakwah yang seringkali memerlukan pengorbanan yang tidak berbelah bahagi. Namun, hatinya tegas dan yakin bahawa inilah jalannya. Jalan yang membawa dia menemui Tuhannya dengan hati yang tenang serta bahagia di hari kelak. Keyakinan serta keaktifan Fikri berdakwah sedikit sebanyak memenangi hati gadis-gadis dalam jemaahnya. Malah, Fikri dilihat sebagai calon suami yang bakal memandu keluarganya nanti ke arah memperjuangkan agama yang dianutinya sejak sekian lama. Sudah terlalu ramai muslimah yang menaruh hati padanya, namun, Fatimah terlebih dahulu rapat dan memenangi hati Fikri. Bagi Fatimah, Fikri seperti pelengkap kepada dirinya. Namun, hanya sehingga saat Fikri melamarnya menjadi isteri kedua. Fikri masih lagi aktif dalam dakwah meskipun hubungannya dengan Fatimah nampak seperti tiada jalan penyelesaian. Dia mahu berbaik dengan Fatimah, namun sikap Fatimah yang keras dan kurang memahami erti dakwah membantutkan usaha Fikri tersebut. Bagi Fatimah, Fikri tak ubah seperti lelaki lain. Gerak kerja dakwah Fikri berjalan seperti biasa. Siangnya ke hulu ke hilir memenuhi program serta amal jariah kepada masyarakat. Malamnya sibuk dengan mesyuarat dengan sahabat-sahabat seangkatannya. Fikri semakin percaya jalan dakwahnya, sama sekali dia tidak akan berganjak dari jalan ini hatta datang ancaman sebesar gunung sekalipun. Dia terlalu matang, jauh sekali daripada pemikiran pendakwah lain yang semudanya. Namun, Allah s.w.t. Maha Mengetahui lagi Maha Pemurah. Sekali lagi Dia menghantar seorang perempuan bagi menguji Fikri, sama ada dia menjadi pemangkin atau perencat bagi dakwah Fikri. Suatu petang dalam suatu program dakwah di sebuah madrasah, Fikri dikejutkan dengan luahan ikhlas dari sahabat lamanya, Nusaibah. Fikri sekali lagi gusar takut-takut Nusaibah tidak dapat menjadi sayap kiri perjuangannya selepas berumahtangga nanti. Isteri pertamanya sudah pasti membawa Fikri menemui Tuhannya, namun, Nusaibah yang kurang dikenalinya adakah sama seperti Fatimah atau tidak? Fikri bercelaru, tetapi tidak bermakna lamaran Nusaibah ditolak. Dia meminta sedikit masa untuk memikirkan keputusan tersebut. Setelah merisik pemikiran Nusaibah daripada beberapa sahabat terdekatnya, Fikri berjumpa dengan Nusaibah bertemankan sahabat baiknya. Dengan tegas dan yakin, sekali lagi Fikri mengulangi soalan yang pernah ditanya kepada Fatimah. “Awak sudi jadi isteri kedua saya?” tanya Fikri tanpa segan silu. “Sudi,” jawab Nusaibah ringkas. “Er, betul ke ni?” tergagap Fikri menerima jawapan Nusaibah yang tenang dan yakin. Nusaibah mengangguk kepalanya sedikit. Langsung tiada rasa takut mahupun kecewa apabila lamaran sebagai isteri kedua yang dilafazkan oleh Fikri. “Kenapa saya?” tanya Fikri ingin tahu. “Saya ingin membantu gerak kerja dakwah awak,” jawab Nusaibah yakin tetapi sedikit malu. “Baiklah,” jawab Fikri tersenyum. Akhirnya, Fikri dikurniakan sayap kiri yang sangat membantu dalam gerak kerja dakwahnya selama ini. Setelah seminggu mendirikan rumahtangga bersama Nusaibah, Fikri terasa dakwahnya semakin laju. Jadualnya senang, pakaiannya dijaga, makannya disedia. Malah, Nusaibah sangat membantu gerak kerja Fikri semampu mungkin. Setiap kali turun ke lapangan untuk berdakwah, Fikri membawa Nusaibah untuk membantu kerja dakwah seadanya. Kadang-kala letih menyinggah Nusaibah. Suaminya terlalu kerap keluar berdakwah, seperti mesin yang tiada hayat. Namun, inilah yang dia yakini sebelum berkahwin dengan Fikri. Membantu suami melancarkan gerak kerja dakwah. Nusaibah juga berjaga-jaga takut dirinya pula yang menjadi pembantut atau penghalang dakwah suaminya. “Abang, saya nak tanya boleh?” sapa Nusaibah dalam kereta sewaktu dalam perjalanan ke sebuah program dakwah. “Ye sayang?” jawab Fikri sambil memandu. “Abang tak pernah pun bawa saya jumpa isteri pertama abang,” luah Nusaibah yang sangat teringin berjumpa dengan madunya. “Dah sampai sana nanti, kita akan jumpa,” Fikri menoleh sedikit ke arah Nusaibah, sambil tersenyum. “Yeke? Dia datang program tu rupanya,” jawab Nusaibah riang. Hatinya berdebar ingin berjumpa madunya yang banyak membantu Fikri dalam gerak kerja dakwah. Di sudut kecil Nusaibah, dia merendah diri kerana usahanya membantu dakwah suaminya hanya sedikit berbanding dengan isteri pertama Fikri yang banyak membantu selama ini. Tidak hairanlah Fikri aktif dalam dakwah sebelum ini. “Kita dah sampai,” Fikri membuka pintu keretanya sambil memegang beg berisi fail ditangannya. Fikri berdiri, mengadap ke arah sebuah khemah di hadapan masjid, lalu menoleh ke arah Nusaibah yang berdiri di sebelah kiri kereta. “Itu isteri pertama abang,” Fikri menuding jari ke arah khemah tersebut. “Mana bang?” Nusaibah mengecilkan matanya, fokusnya mencari arah jari Fikri. “Tak nampak pun,” Nusaibah meninggikan sedikit hadapan kakinya. “Siapa nama isteri pertama abang?” Nusaibah sangat berdebar. Fikri tersenyum lebar, memandang Nusaibah penuh tenang. “Perjuangan,” jawab Fikri. *** “Katakanlah (Wahai Muhammad): “Jika bapa-bapa kamu, dan anak-anak kamu, dan saudara-saudara kamu, dan isteri-isteri (atau suami-suami) kamu, dan kaum keluarga kamu, dan harta benda yang kamu usahakan, dan perniagaan yang kamu bimbang akan merosot, dan rumah-rumah tempat tinggal yang kamu sukai, - (jika semuanya itu) menjadi perkara-perkara yang kamu cintai lebih daripada Allah dan Rasul-Nya dan (daripada) berjihad untuk agama-Nya, maka tunggulah sehingga Allah mendatangkan keputusan-Nya (azab seksa-Nya); kerana Allah tidak akan memberi petunjuk kepada orang-orang yang fasik (derhaka).” [QS al-Taubah 9:24]

Sumber:  Nota Facebook Ustaz Abuyusoef

link: http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=428344678393

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Tapi bagaimana hendak redha?

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Berbalik kepada jihad...

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Renungkanlah...perihal murtad... by Nursyahidah Muizzah

Pernah dengar cerita Aisyah Bukhari yang murtad tak lama dulu? Suratkhabar banyak menutup kes ini kononnya untuk menjaga perkauman, tak nak terjadi kacau bilau. Kes Aisyah yang murtad dan banyak kes murtad lain ditutup sedemikian rupa atas alasan bercinta, ikutboyfriend.

Cerita yang akan saya bawa ini agak panjang tetapi sekiranya kamu seorang Islam yang peka dan sayangkan agama kita Islam, buatlah sesuatu, paling kurang fowardkan email ni kepada saudara kita yang tak tahu menahu.. Ataupun selemah-lemahnya, berdoa agar kita semua serta saudara-saudara kita terselamat daripada fitnah akhir zaman yang paling besar ini.

Ini bukan cerita rekaan saya tetapi hanya petikan dari ceramah yang saya dengar dari mulut peguambela kes ini Zulkifli Nordin di Madrasah Hidayah. Murtad dikalangan orang Melayu kini sudah menjadi ancaman kepada kita. Indeks pencemaran akidah mengikut jabatan statistik dan perangkaan Tahun 1989 aje, 4776 orang Melayu mohon tukar nama dari Melayu kepada bukan Melayu atas alasan keluar dari Islam.


Tahun 1997, bila Saari Bustamah mengambil alih jawatan mufti dari Datuk Hashim Yahya, perkara pertama yang disentuh adalah murtad. Menurutnya sehingga Julai 1997, 3,000 orang murtad di KL sahaja. Tahun 1998 saja, 516 orang sudah murtad. Aisyah bukan kes pertama murtad, sebelum ini dah beratus kes timbul tetapi ditutup oleh pihak tertentu.

Setakat kes Aisyah, dah 40 fail murtad dikendalikan oleh saudara kita Zulkifli Nordin. Mengapa kes Aisyah ini kita rasa ralat sangat? Kes ini satu simbol yang tunjukkan pada kita orang Melayu. Sistem pertahanan akidah kita amat rapuh. Akidah kita diserang ditubi dari segala sudut. Yang kita tak nampak dengan menggunakan system perundangan dan kehakiman kita sendiri.

Kes ini boleh dilihat dari 2 sudut.

1.Bagaimana orang macam Aisyah boleh murtad
2. Bagaimana orang kafir laknatullah boleh menggunakan sistem hakiman kita untuk merampas anak orang Islam untuk dimurtadkan?

Apa yang berlaku kepada Haji Bukhari setelah 25 tahun didik anak dengan pengisian Islam yang hebat. Sedang dia mengimamkan sembahyang terawih di masjid tahun 1997 anak dia sedang dimurtadkan dirumah.

Aisyah adalah gadis Melayu biasa yang didedahkan dengan ilmu yang sepatutnya. Dalam keadaan macam tu, dia takkan murtad. Dihantar ke sekolah agama, dia belajar hingga tingkatan 6 atas dan boleh melayakkan diri jadi ustazah kalau dia hendak, dan layak melanjutkan ke peringkat Universiti Al Azhar kalau dia hendak . Dia dibesarkan dalam suasana yang bapanya imam. Datuknya juga imam yang dah berpuluh tahun imam Haji Tahir. Dia juga hafal surah Yasin. Dalam ertikata, tahu ayat apa, surah ke berapa yang dibacanya, ayat apa yang jadi azimat, semua dia tahu. Itu hebatnya Aisyah. Surah Sajadah pun dia hafal ... Masuk ITM dia terlibat dalam gerakan Islam. Dia didedahkan dengan gerakan Islam, dia tahu kelemahan-kelemahan Bible.. Dari segi keterampilan, dia budak perempuan Melayu seperti biasa, pakai tudung dengan baju kurung bunga-bunga. Takde apa yang pelik pada dia, duduk di lembah keramat AU5C. Kakak dia pun macam itu juga keterampilannya. Tiap-tiap hari telefon bapanya lapor isu terkini. 2 tahun di KL begitu. Hari terakhir dia telefon 19 Nov 1997,

'Assalamualaikum ayah! Ni Intan (nama manja) cakap. Intan nak bagitahu, Intan dah kristian.'


Bayangkan hati seorang bapa. Kita sendiri heran macamana dia boleh murtad. Aisyah adalah simbol anak Melayu yang telah dididik dengan begitu rupa boleh murtad. Apa yang Haji Bukhari boleh buat? Airmata sahaja modal dia. Masuk TV menangis, keluar radio menangis, pergi forum menangis apa yang dia boleh buat? Semua dokumen mahkamah akan jadi bahan arkib termasuk permohonan kafir laknatullah itu minta Aisyah dibebaskan untuk dimurtadkan ..


Butir asal permohonan.. ....


Permohonan ini dibuat oleh Lennet Teoh Hui Leong seorang peguam Cina
Kristian. (Read Herbes Corpes bawah bab 36 kanun acara jenayah). Tujuan untuk membebaskan seorang yang didakwa ditahan secara salah. Sebarang permohonan seperti ini perlu bagi sebab mengapa didakwa tahan secara salah. Permohonan dibuat bawah bab 36 atas alasan Article 11 Perlembagaan Persekutuan. Iaitu hak kebebasan beragama. Tiada langsung soal kahwin timbul. Permohonan tu menyatakan, perenggan 6, bertarikh 28
November 1997 di Makamah Tinggi Malaya Kuala Lumpur bahagian jenayah.


Sebab yang dia beri, 'Saya Lennet Teoh Hui Leong telah dilantik oleh Nur Aisyah untuk memberi nasihat kepadanya berkenaan dengan pertukaran agamanya kepada Kristian dan atas arahannya saya telah menyediakan surat sumpah untuk Nur Aisyah menolak dan meninggalkan agama Islam.'

Perenggan 23: 'Saya Lennet Teoh percaya bahawa Nur Aisyah sedang dikurung secara salah oleh keluarganya. Saya percaya tindakan ibubapa, abangnya dan bapa saudaranya telah melanggar hak kebebasan Nur Aisyah menganut agama pilihannya iaitu Kristian Khatolik'.

Kita tak boleh buat apa-apa sebab article 11 Perlembagaan Persekutuan menyatakan mana-mana warganegara Malaysia yang telah cukup umur (18tahun) berhak mutlak menukar gamanya. Itulah perlembagaan kita yang memerdekakan orang Melayu kita tahun 1957. Perlembagaan itulah juga yang menjerut kita sendiri. Adakah anak cucu kita akan selamat dengan perlembagaan itu? Bila berlaku pertembungan antara hukum syara' dengan undang-undang sivil, undang-undang syara' akan terbatal. Maksud agama rasmi kita Islam adalah acara-acara rasmi hendaklah dibuat mengikut cara Islam. Contohnya perlantikan sultan, rasmi parlimen dll. Tak lebih dari itu. Bab kehidupan, politik, ekonomi.... semua tak termasuk.

Article 4 pula menyatakan: 'Mana-mana undang-undang yang bertentangan yang bercanggah dengan perlembagaan ini adalah batal dan tidak sah. Ini termasuklah hukum syara'.


Contoh kes Hartina Haji Kamarudin.

Pada masa ceramah ini dibuat, Haji Kamarudin ada dalam lokap, didakwa mencederakan seorang Hindu kafir laknatullah kerana memurtadkan anaknya.. Anak yang dibela selama 18 tahun dengan begitu susah payah datang ke Rumah dalam keadaan Hindu.

Haji Kamarudian seorang penjual sate di Perak. Beliau lepaskan anaknya selepas 18 tahun ke KL untuk cari kerja. Tak terlintas langsung di kepalanya anaknya akan murtad. Tak sampai 9 bulan, Hartina balik ke restoran bapanya dalam keadaan Hindu dengan nandek kat dahi . Bukan itu saja. Anak yang dimanjakan begitu rupa balik mencabar bapanya, bawa boyfriend dan kawan-kawan boyfriendnya sambil berpeluk-p eluk dalam keadaan dia pun dah Hindu dengan nandek. Haji Kamarudin takek si kafir tu kat tengkuk, menggelupur dia depan kedai tu.


Haji Kamarudin juga dipelupur oleh kawan-kawan si Hindu tu sampai nak pengsan. Adik lelaki Hartina umur 16 tahun turut kena belasah kerana nak menyelamatkan akidah kakaknya depan kedai tempat bapanya meniaga.

Apa Hartina buat masa tu? Hartina papah kekasihnya dan biarkan bapanya menggelupur sendirian. Tak cukup dengan itu, dia pergi ke balai polis buat report bapak dia pukul boyfriend dia. 14 hari Haji Kamarudin dengan adik lelaki Hartina merengkok dalam lokap sebab report anak kesayangannya yang mempertahankan kekasih Hindunya. Tak cukup dengan itu disaman pula bapanya 3 juta. Remuk hati seorang bapa yang diheret ke penjara kerana anak sendiri. Tak cukup lagi, dia telah menghina bapanya dengan menukar nama Hartina Haji Kamarudin kepada Nivasni Rajeswari. Nama Hindu.

Semasa masih terlantar kat hospital (akibat dipukul binatang Hindu laknatullah ), Haji Kamarudin ditangkap polis semula sebab Hindu laknatullah ditembak oleh seorang yang tak dikenali. Jadi, Haji Kamarudin, anaknya dan anak saudaranya kena kurung masuk lokap kerana menjadi suspek utama kes tembakan tersebut. Anak yang ditatang begitu rupa akhirnya menyebabkan dia merana dalam keadaan hina di dalam negara yang negara Islam!! Haji Kamarudin juga dikenakan berbagai tuduhan. Setakat itu saja, 4 tuduhan.

Yusof Qardawi dalam kitabnya menyatakan hendaklah mempertahan akidah hatta dengan nyawa sekalipun.. Itu yang Haji Kamarudin buat dalam mempertahankan hukum Allah, dilokap sedemikian rupa.

Lagi satu kes lain saudara baru kita, nama Yusof bin Abdullah , nama asal Hindunya Santana. Ada seorang isteri, namanya apa entah.Ada anak lelaki, nama Sunjay kalau tak silap. Usia 2 tahun masa tu. Ajak isterinya masuk Islam. Abangnya telah lebih 20 tahun masuk Islam. Isterinya kata ?eh!? Yusof bawa anaknya sekali masuk Islam dengan nama Mohamad Syazani bin Yusof. Dia hidup 2 beranak tu selama 2 tahun. Lepas 2 tahun si minaci datang semula dan bawak lari anak ini ke KL dengan boyfriend barunya.Yusof tak tahu apa nak buat, dia minta mahkamah syariah Alor Setar keluarkan perintah penjagaan hak ke atas anaknya.

Mahkamah pun bagi. Dia pun datang ke KL dan ambil balik budak tu. Si emak ni pergi mahkamah tinggi KL mintak hak jaga anak. Mahkamah tinggi bagi pada si minachi ni. Heran sungguh. Bila si minachi ni tak dapat nak ambil balik budak tu, dia pergi report polis. Tahu polis buat apa? Cari Yusof dan tangkap! (padahal Yusof dapat hak penjagaan daripada mahkamah syariah Alor Setar).. Yusof masuk lokap 8 hari.

Lepas tu polis ambil balik budak tu kasi pada emaknya. Hari ini, budak tu kembali jadi Hindu. Tak cukup dengan itu, kurang ajarnya si minachi ni, dia minta pulak mahkamah tinggi batalkan perintah jagaan anak yang dikeluarkan oleh makamah Syariah Alor Setar yang diberi pada Yusof.

Dalam kes Suzie Teoh, seorang budak perempuan dari Kelantan umur 16 Tahun telah peluk Islam atas kerelaan sendiri. Bapa dia tak suka, lepas tu saman anak sendiri dan saman Majlis Agama Islam Negeri Kelantan, heret anak dia ke mahkamah persekutuan. Dia mohon pada makamah, agar istiharkan anak dia masuk Islam tak sah.

Masa tu, Tun Salleh Abas yang jadi hakim. Beliau seorang yang alim dan warak. Bila dihadapkan dengan kes Suzie Teoh, menangis Tun Salleh Abas. Terpaksa buat perisytiharan. 'Dibawah Perlembagaan Persekutuan, hak seorang anak tertakluk dibawah jagaan ibubapanya selagi belum cukup 18 tahun. Kalau nak tukar agama, kena minta kebenaran ibu bapanya. Semasa Suzie Teoh masuk Islam, berumur 16 tahun. dia tak sah peluk Islam.' Atas kearifan dan iman Tun Salleh Abas, dia simpan fail tu dalam lacinya selama 2 tahun. 2 tahun kemudian, lepas hari jadi Suzie Teoh yang ke 18 tahun, dia buka balik kes itu dan bagi peluang Suzie isytiharkan agamanya sendiri. Penuh mahkamah nak tahu kes tu; wartawan tempatan, wartawan asing semua nak dengar keputusan. Terketar-ketar budak tu. Baru umur 18 tahun. Sambil menangis, budak tu kata ' Saya yang arif, kekal dalam agama saya, saya masih nak nama Nur Aini.' Maka Tun Salleh Abas pun dengan bangga mengisytiharkan Islamnya sah dengan namanya Nur Aini. Selamat akidah seorang budak. Sebab itu jugalah Tun Salleh Abas kena buang atas 5 tuduhan... Tuduhan kedua atas sebab melengahkan kes seorang budak tanpa sebab selama 2 tahun. Itulah harga yang Tun Salleh Abas terpaksa bayar.


Kes terakhir sekali yang paling teruk, kes saudara Ibrahim, isterinya Siti Solehah dan anak perempuannya usia 5 bulan mati dipancung kerana tidak mahu kembali kepada agama asalnya, Hindu. Pada malam hari Valentine 14 Februari, pada waktu anak Melayu bertukar tukar bunga di Dataran Merdeka. 3 Saudara kita mati dipancung dalam sebuah kontena demi mempertahankan agama.

Peristiwa 13 Mei tercetus apabila seorang budak Melayu dibunuh kerana dia Melayu bukan kerana dia Islam. Dalam sejarah Melayu, tiada lagi orang Melayu dibunuh kerana Islam. Semuanya sebab Melayu. Inilah pertama kali.

Jika kita sorot semula sejarah Islam Yasir, bapa kepada Amar diseret di hadapan.. Amar diugut supaya tukar agama. Kalau tidak, bapanya Yasir akan dibunuh. Amar kata,'Allah hu Ahad'.. Terus Yasir kena pancung di padang pasir. Kemudiannya, Sumaiyah ibunya juga disula dari bawah tembus ke jantung. Mampu berkata 'Allah hu Ahad'. Berlari Amar menemui Rasullullah SAW. Dan akhirnya, mengikut sejarah, Amar menjadi seorang mujahid berperang bersama Rasullullah SAW. Itu zaman puak Quraisy kafir laknatullah berkuasa. Rasullullah SAW tiada kuasa lagi pada masa itu.Rasullulah tak boleh buat apa.

Dalam kes kita, bukan sahaja Ibrahim dipancung kepalanya sehingga putus, tak cukup lagi, tangannya juga turut dipotong. Sehinggakan Majlis Agama Islam Selangor terpaksa minta masjid mandikan jenazah
saudara-saudara kita yang mati syahid itu. Apalah dosa anak kecil yang berusia 5 bulan itu? Ibrahim dan Siti Solehah bukan calang-calang orang. Ibrahim seorang saintis Pakar Geologi manakala isterinya Siti Solehah, seorang Pakar Botani. Tanda-tanda syahid jelas pada ketiga mayat tersebut. Walaupun 5 hari dalam peti sejuk darah masih memancut keluar pada ketiga-tiga mayat. Bayi yang berusia 5 bulan masih mengalirkan darah hangat seperti baru mati. Peluhterpercik pada dahi mereka. Mereka dikebumikan di kubur Bukit Kiara.
Kalau saudara semua tak mengalirkan air mata melihat kubur mereka
bertiga terutama bayi yang berusia 5 bulan itu, mesti ada yang tak kena dengan hati kita Hebat mana kita sehingga tak boleh mempertahankan saudara kita sendiri Sedangkan Ibrahim telah melaporkan pada pihak polis dan Majlis agama yang dia diancam untuk dibunuh supaya kembali ke agama asalnya.

Dalam satu hadis yang berbentuk futuristik (masa depan), Rasulullah SAW berpesan 'Bersegeralah kamu melakukan amalan soleh kerana akan datang kepad a umatku di suatu masa, satu fitnah yang begitu besar yang datangnya seperti satu kepingan hitam di malam gelap gelita tak nampak'. Sahabat bertanya 'Apakah fitnah besar
itu ya Rasullullah? ' 'Fitnah itu adalah kamu akan lihat umatku di hari itu, di waktu itu,pada masa itu, pagi hari Islam, petang kafir. Petang Islam, pagi kafir balik.' Sahabat bertanya lagi. 'Mengapa begitu ya Rasullullah? ' Rasullullah SAW menjawab, ?Sebab dia jual agamanya dengan nilai dunia'.


Imam Ghazali pernah berkata dalam perkara ini, 'Akan datang fitnah murtad ini dalam keadaan seperti semut hitam di atas batu hitam di malam gelap.' Mana nampak?
Kecuali kalau jiwa kita tengok satu perkara dengan cahaya keimanan.

Bagaimana gerakan murtad ini berjalan di Malaysia sehingga kita tak
nampak langsung. Gerakan Hindu kita tok sah sebutlah Belum habis cakap, dah ada yang tunggu dengan parang kat luar. Gerakan Yahudi lagilah teruknya. Henry Ford (orang kaya yang buat kereta Ford tu) pernah menulis berkaitan Yahudi tahun 40an atau 30an dulu dalam bukunya 'International Jew' (tak Silap saya).

Unsur Yahudi begitu tebal dalam masyarakat kita tapi kita tak nampak. Paling nyata, rokok yang orang kita hisap tu. Setiap satu batang itu ada saham kepada puak Yahudi. Tak de kilang rokok yang bukan Yahudi punya. Sapa yang hendak berenti merokok, ambil ni sebagai iktibar.
Yahudi punya kerja, baru letak bola sebijik, 70 ribu Melayu tak sembahyang kat stadium Shah Alam. Belum kira yang kat rumah lagi.

Bab Kristian, lebih terancang, lebih terperinci lagi. Semenjak kalah dalam perang salib terakhir, iaitu dalam pemerintahan King entah apa nama ke 6 yang terakhir. Sebelum dia mati, dia telah berwasiat dan wasiatnya ada ditulis dengan emas di London . Dia berkata: 'Kepada semua pemimpim-pemimpin Kristian, kita hari ini telah melakukan kesilapan besar, kita berperang dengan tentera Islam dengan pedang, bukan berperang dengan akidah yang ada pada mereka. Sebab tu Islam menang walaupun 30 ribu tentera mereka dengan 300 ribu tentera kita, mereka
tetap menang sebab mereka (orang Islam) berperang kerana nak mati. Kita perang untuk hidup. Oleh itu, hendaklah kita tukar strategi. Melancarkan peperangan ideologi, fahaman dan budaya keatas orang Islam.'

Wasiatnya berjaya dilaksanakan setelah King tu mati, 1492, kerajaan Islam Andalusia yang paling agung pada masa itu tumbang di tangan Kristian. 1511 kerajaan Islam Melaka tumbang, tak lama lepas tu, tumbang kerajaan Islam Pattani . Tak lama selepas tu, tumbang kerajaan Islam Kedah . Tak lama lepas tu,tumbang kerajaan Islam Mindanao ..Lepas tu kerajaan Islam Acheh ... semuanya satu demi satu..

Macamana benda ni boleh terjadi?

Sebab gerakan Kristian berdasarkan kepada 3G. GOSPEL,GOAL, GLORY . Pertama kitab dia, kedua kekayaan kita, ketiga menang terhadap Islam. Kalau kita tengok sejarah, Alfonso De Albuqueque bukan datang ke Tanah Melayu bawa tukang masak sebab nak rempah kari kita. Dia bukan makan kari, di a datang bawa mubaligh Kristian Francis Xavier (kalau saya tak silap eja), sebab nak sebarkan ajaran Kristian.

Bagaimana cara dia sebarkan Kristian nih?

Orang kita panggil, gerakan halus.Dia panggil semua mubaligh Kristian yang nak datang ke Asia ni. Dia guna kaedah 'garam dan ragi'. Garam sebagai perasa, ragi untuk penapaian. Contohnya ubi kayu. Waktu siang asalnya ubi kayu kita letak ragi, esoknya masih lagi bentuk ubi kayu tapi sebenarnya tapai. maksudnya, dia kekalkan orang Melayu dengan identiti Islam. Hakikatnya
kehidupan kita bukan cara Islam lagi . Cara inilah yang Rasulullah SAW kata macam kepingan hitam di malam gelita. Inilah yang Imam Ghazali kata macam semut hitam atas batu hitam di malam gelita tu.

Pertama, melalui sistem pendidikan. Di Malaysia, macam-macam sekolah dengan nama mubaligh Kristian. Convent itu, Saint ini. Menurut satu petikan seorang mubaligh Kristian pada masa itu yang ditulis semula oleh George Peters dalam sebuah buku tahun 40an. Kepada mubaligh-mubaligh Kristian yang nak datang ke negara kita, berkaitan pendekatan garam dan ragi'. Pendekatan seperti ini tidak memerlukan seorang Muslim Melayu berkenaan meninggalkan system kemasyarakatan yang dituntut oleh agamanya. Sebaliknya orang tersebut hendaklah digalakkan terus tinggal dalam masyarakatnya. Justeru itu, ragi tetap ujud dalam keutuhannya. Dia akan menjadi bagaikan sebuah lampu (Kristian) yang diletakkan dalam gelap. Penyebaran agama Kristian nanti akan terserlah dalam sifat kerohanian, bukannya organisasi. Dirasa kesegarannya, bukan bersikap kalam. Dinamik dan etikal, bukan bersifat formalistik.

Pendekatan begini telah memperlihatkan kebaikannya. Lantaran ia tidak menganjurkan ahli Melayu tadi menjadi ahli baru Kristian yang formal, menyendiri terpisah dari masyarakatnya. Sebaliknya ia memberi laluan agar dapat dimasukkan semangat dan ajaran Jesus bagaikan sebutir ragi yang bertindak dengan proses penapaiannya ke atas seluruh masyarakat Melayu seluruhnya.

Ajaran Kristian akan bertindak melahirkan revolusi , justeru itu nanti,dapatlah dikatakan bahawa kita nanti akan memperolehi satu Kristian muslim Melayu tempatan yang mencerminkan Kristian muslim Melayu sejati.. 'Sebenarnya dia ingin. Akan datang suatu masa nanti, orang Melayu sendiri tanpa dipaksa-paksa akan buat revolusi untuk menjadi Kristian. Cara kebajikan pulak... Hari ni sapa tak kenal kelab rotary yang cuci buah pinggang,kelab lion, bulan sabit merah, Saint John's Ambulans, sapa tak kenal palang merah. Mereka masuk dengan cara menghidupkan sekularisme. Sekularisma adalah satu cara mengasingkan agama daripada kehidupan. Itulah kita hari ni mengasingkan Islam daripada kehidupan dunia. Cara lain adalah dengan menghidupkan maksiat. Kita kena ambil tindakan samada dengan tangan, dengan mulut, atau paling lemah sekali, dengan hati.

Bangun malam buat sembahyang hajat agar kita semua diselamatkan dari fitnah besar ini. Paling kurang pun, fowardkan artikel ni kepada saudara kita yang lain yang tak tahu menahu tu. Kita kena peka. Ini semua tanggung jawab kita semua.

Akhir sekali,
artikel ini tiada kena mengena dengan ceramah nak berkempen politik atau apa saja. Sekadar meniupkan semangat perjuangan dalam diri kita yang mengaku Islam ini. Ni lah masanya kita bangkit pertahankan agama Islam sebelum terlambat.

#kawan-kawan yang dikasihi, tolong forwardkan
artikel ini untuk pengetahuan dan tindakan kita semua sebagai orang Islam agar perkara ini boleh dijadikan iktibar dan benteng untuk kita mempertahankan akidah kita yang telah di Islamkan atas tiket keturunan dimana dengan sebab ini kita telahpun mendapat banyak rahmat dan belas ihsan dari Allah tanpa perlu melalui hidup Sebagai seorang yang terpesong dari ajaran-Nya dan sentiasa mencari-cari
jalan yang betul.

Di harap rahmat Allah dan doa-doa para waliullah dapat melindungi kita sehingga kita kembali ke sisi-Nya. Sementara itu, berhati-hatilah dalam apa jua yang kita lakukan dan sentiasa beringat
kepada Allah. Wallahualam…

Yes, I am afraid..

It has been a long time I haven't write anything in here.. Sometimes i forgot that i had a blog. Today, just like one of my moody day, I feel bad and sad. For no concrete reason, i cried and cried. I cried when i was walking to a sister's apartment to take forgotten phone and watch, i cried in the IH library and i also cried while i was talking to my sister. It has been a very wet day for me and i am being a wet blanket to myself. Honestly, i can't figure out how to overcome this problem of mine; crying for no reason. I call it crying for no reason because people always think that i cried for something trivial or being too sensitive over simple things. I am a woman and i have to admit that the only thing that makes me better (i think) is to cry... alone... Well, i don't want people to see me crying because i look so ugly when i cry. But i am also ugly when i am angry. My brows furrowed and everything in my face feel so tight and stressed. I hate being angry and sad.. Both situation make me cry in the end.. 

Yes, i am afraid.. Yerp, that's my topic for today.. Actually, i simply put this topic for no reason. Anyway, I think the thing that i am afraid of is that i will have to suffer all my life without feeling happy. Let's take for example, if i were to marry a total jerk, i will suffer my whole marriage life with him.. I don't want that... Every decision that i make will impact in what will happen in my future.. That's sucks, right? Too bad that i can't turn back time. If i can, there are a lot of things i wanted to change to make my life better and promising. Ya Allah! It sounds like i am being ungrateful. Nauzubillahiminzalik!!! 

Ya Allah, promise me that what ever you give to me is something that will level up my love for you. Someone told me that it is bad to think that i want to do something which they think is wrong. But that is what i hope to have. I can't think of any one as good or half or quarter as good as my beloved Prophet Muhammad pbuh. If i were to find someone like that, i do hope i can be by his side. Insyallah! 

Ya Allah, I am trying to be optimistic and i am grateful that you have given me sisters and brothers that love me dearly. Without them, i don't think i can stay sane and move on. Alhamdulillah, I have you to pray to and to lean on. :)

Butterfly in a cocoon..

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I believe i am a butterfly in a cocoon. The world expect me to come out and colour their days with rainbows of shades. What if i don't want to come out? What if i want to stay in my cocoon until the day i die?

I don't want to come out at all because since a caterpillar i had seen all the worst thing every caterpillar would cower. I had cried since i am a caterpillar and i had been hurt since i ever felt the pain in every green nerve in this small body. I don't want to experience the same caterpillar feeling when i am a butterfly. So, i decide i don't want to come out. Let me die in my own hot small coffin. No one would know that i am in there and i myself feel safe and just wait and wait for something that i think i will have. However, everyone knows that a butterfly in a cocoon is defenseless, worthless, stupid, pathetic, coward, sissy, idiot, and a disappointment. 

One of the reason i want to stay in the coffin is that i want to keep to myself and does not want to compare myself with other fortunate butterflies.. yeah, they are beautiful butterflies and i am just a small unattractive butterfly.. but what if i am just a moth? A brown and black moth? I don't give anyone the reason to love me or to dislike me.. nothing.. zero.... nada... 

Sometimes i just want to stick being a caterpillar and die as a caterpillar.. Yeah, let the birds eat me, piece by piece.. i don't care ... what ever.. 

I don't want to care about anyone right now except me. Yes, i am a selfless caterpillar, a selfish bitch-fly.. what ever that means.... i am just nothing to compare of any little things in this big world... I don't know why God give me so much thing to go through.... i don't know whether He hates me or He loves me.. It seems like He loves everyone close to me except me... 

Hey, i am just a butterfly in a cocoon... Don't tell me what i should do and force me to do what i don't want to do... in the end all you get is just a silent f**k off and get lost signals from my head...

Happy Birthday My fren..

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To live a life is not how far you are from your goal but how far you have gone towards your goal...

Perseverance and submit everything in His hand are two principles a true Muslim must have in their souls... 

These are the principles that i had tried to achieve for all my life,

i may be patient but i am not a persevered person. To be patient with less grumbles and comments is still not in my blood yet. However, i want to be in that state. 

Actually, perseverance and the submission to Allah SWT share synonymous meaning. You don't complain; you keep moving on and rely on Him for your next fate are to name some of the acts that persevered person can have.

I want to relate both principles in my life right now.. This is my story....

I received my timetable today and i noticed i am one of the pupils that are 'not-so-good' in class. Last time, i would cry and blame Allah and myself to be in such 'miserable' condition but now i don't.. At present, I don't want to compare myself with other people around me because i am different from them in many ways.. Allah made everyone special in many ways.. (read the Quran, you'll find that verse somewhere, insyallah). 

Here i want to share a tafsir of a Surah that is called The Relief (Ash - Sharh).

1) Did We not expand for you, [O Muhammad], your breast?

2) And We removed from you your burden

3)Which had weighed upon your back

4)And raised high for you your repute.

5)For indeed, with hardship [will be] ease.

6)Indeed, with hardship [will be] ease.

7)So when you have finished [your duties], then stand up [for worship].

8)And to your Lord direct [your] longing.

(you can see more by clicking to this link : http://quran.com/94

I can only explain the meanings in my point of view but this is just how i see the verses relate to me. 

We MUST NOT GIVE UP

Every tears lingers today are for the smile of tomorrow

We keep on walking after we achieve what we want

Keep on believing to in Allah Almighty and submitting ourselves to Him, the One who knows what are the best for us.

If there is anyone who wants to know more about perseverance in Islam, open this link... 

Insyallah, you'll get what you want to find.. Amin!!

http://www.nmnonline.net/tenets/PATIENCEANDPERSEVERANCE.html

Remember, life is like a dream while akhirat is when someone wakes you up from your dream..