The differences

Nay, it is not the typical firqah talk.

Nay, it is not the rhetorical lovable issue-making controversies.

Nay, it is not about splitting ukhuwwah.

Nay, it is not about i am superior over you.

But yes, it is about Allah’s blessing that i see other side of it, while you see the others.

Yes, it is about i am doing one of the pillars, while you maybe perfecting the foundations and concrete.

Yes, it is about the nice, gigantic yet fabulous palace that we are building currently.

Yes, it is about understanding that we are only contractors to Allah. And we will be rewarded by HIM based on the work that we do.

So, if you or me, while doing our task and still have time to throw sand to each other’s faces, i think we have problem because the Guardian, Lord of the World is watching every single thing that we do.

So, if you are claiming all the unnecessary claims while bombarding others with fitna, you just slow down the work progress! After all, we want this palace to be completed and we can live happily in it.

So, are we doing enough to critise others?

 

I am who i think i am

Long enough to leave this blog empty and unvoiced. I dont want to scribe reasons here, because everytime you train yourself to give excuses and reason, it will be automatic then.

I am not busy. They have 24 hours, and so do i.  I will never say that i did much enough and be complacent of not doing other things that i am supposed to.

I am not incapable. I am not incompetent.

 

Why is he confused?

Internet oh internet!!

Imagine a guy. A confused guy. A very skeptical look. A bias and negative comments. An everyone-else-is-wrong-except-me attitude.

How hard to talk to a guy like this.

Not just try to debate on sensitive issue, but the lack of knowledge by just quoting some reading in the internet make it so frustrating conversations.

At one time, he quoted saifulislam. Not to say saifulislam is not good, but the issue he brought up to platform without thinking much rational makes me reluctant to say it is a good source of knowledge.

Then, he quoted a so and so talking in the forum in the alahkam.

Then, he quoted a famous mufti, Dr Asri mentioned something in media.

Then, he quoted a few Akil Hay words from Youtube.

To blend them all together, it is just a bomb. It explodes.

I do represent as the Gen Y, that internet is the fastest means, yet easy to get information.

But don’t they have some time to read some books, to meet a few scholars, to ask the experienced one?

Internet is just not enough!

 

The Days

It is fortunate to have a life with full of things to do. A friend of mine once asked, in a regretful tone;

“Kita ni, banyak masa kita spend utk orang. Tiap2 hari letih and takde masa utk diri sendiri”

I was partially agree, then replied;

“Yg mana lebih baik untukmu ya akh, bahawa setiap detik hidupmu terisi perkara yang baik, sedangkan ada orang yang bosan dan tidak tahu utk mengisi masanya”

It was, indeed a reply not to him, but to myself, as i was indeed, and still i am thinking that many things that i do are for others.

Is it for my family? My mother? My zaujah?

After all, it goes back, that everything is for myself. All the responsibilities are merely the means to achieve my objective. Sounds violent.

For the sake of Allah, we sacrifice everything. But most of us think of saving ourselves from anger and act to get rewarded.

 

The Jewel of My Eyes

muslimah

Oh the jewel of my eyes!

From the day Khadija asked Muhammad (sallalahu aleyhi wa salaam) to marry her, To the night she convinced her husband that the revelation was more than mere hallucination,
Till the second she and Barakah became the first believers,
I have been more than you imagined.

From the time A’isha stood firm against slander,
from the moment she held her dying husband,
till the time when she was sought after for her knowledge,
I have been more than you imagined.

From the flight to Medina to now,
from the triumph at Mecca to the triumph of more than a billion,
in fourteen hundred and twenty years,
I have always been more than that.
I have never been so easy for you to figure out.

I am the Bosnian woman,
raped and beaten by Serbian soldiers as my husband is forced to look on,
and the world turns away.
The blood that runs from the bodies of Algerian women runs from me,
and stains the ground for all the world to see.
I am the woman on a Baghdad street corner,
begging journalists for a can of milk
so that I can feed my starving child.

I am the mother in Palestine,
mourning her eight year old son,
shot in the head by a soldier’s rubber bullet.
I am the Egyptian daughter
struggling to survive in a Cairo slum,
as the government lines its pockets with foreign aid money,
and the desert dust rises to choke the young.

I am the indoneasian woman
who makes $2 a day
sewing basketball sneakers for the NBA,
while restlessness burns the country around me.

I am the Iranian student,
sporting jeans and Mickey Mouse tee shirts
under my black chador, laughing and loving,
still recovering from an eight year war that cost the lives of many men.

I am the sister, wife, daughter, and mother to 500 million men.
I am all of my 500 million sisters,
and they are me.

I have always been more
than a threat
or a symbol of hatred and oppression.
I have always been more than
a terrorist’s helpmate.
I have always been more than
a veil or a scarf.
I have always been more than
one wife of many.
I have always been more than
a green card special.
In all of these myths,
I have always been voiceless,
when the truth is so much
louder.

I have never been that easy for you to pin down,
yet I have never been the mystery that
you have created for me.

I am the warrior daughter of Khadija, A’isha, Maryam, and Sara.
I am the mother of prophets,
the wife of khalifas,
the sister of shaheed.
I am the woman who wakes at dawn to face Mecca in prayer,
bowing in submission only to The All Knowing.
I am fi jihad,
fighting daily to maintain
iman and identity,
to open the shut eyes of the world.

In a day and age where muslim sisters are turning away from Islaam and embracing the western culture and values, this poem is a poignant reminder of how the west views ISlam and muslim woman, and despite this, the author of this poem rises above everything to hold onto her islamic muslim identity as given to her by Allah swt.

(adopted somewhere)

 

Ghurabaa’ un hakadzal ahraaru fii dunya-al ‘abiid

Masya Allah…

The moment i heard this song sang by a close friend of mine, tears flew shamelessly. Unrealise, the lips moved up and down, with the mind keep on flashing the journey of dakwah all this while…

One of those flashers, is the face of my friend of 5 years, still is my friend. How i and him had gone through so many things, sharings and thoughts.

Akh Z, lupalah dunia ini..

Manalah dirimu yang dulu..

Yang kau temui lantaran pencarianmu..

Hakikat kebenaran yang didasari fahammu..

Dan kau menginjak dihadapanku dan kami..

Dengan akalmu yang bernas segar..

Cuma..

tangisku tak dapat memanggil..

Rohmu yang ulitnya nafsu dunia dan kuasa.. tak kurang wanita..

Sedang kau sedar jelas..

Jalanmu itu cuma reka, dan kau tahu itu..

Pantaskah jiwamu selemah itu, angguk sepi pada kefanaan…

Ghurabaa’ un hakadzal ahraaru fii dunya-al ‘abiid….

Ghuraba…adalah mereka yang merdeka di dunia para hamba….

 

Baiti Jannati

Mungkin moodnya belum hilang, tapi berdasarkan tajuk mungkin pasti ramai menyangka apa maksud yang diutarakan.

Challenges make us fresh and rejuvenated. A little drop down enable us to bounce higher, from lower level. I always amazed looking at the time when a person wants to jump, he bend down a little bit, then with a full force and determination, he motions quickly upward, as high as he can. Yes, he does achieve, to gain the jump higher the level where he stood before. Masya Allah.

I want to take this as the lesson of my life. Hiccups and tribulations will make me strong. Surely. Biiznillah.

Lari berseorangan memang senang, namun fikirkan jika kita lari berdua, dengan mengikat kaki sebelah satu sama lain, pastinya perlukan ritma yang tersusun bagi mengelakkan kita tersungkur. Pastinya banyak kita belajar pasal perkara ini dalam aktiviti team building.

Kesilapan pasti berlaku, bak kata yang sering diungkap oleh seorang sahabat, “tidak salah jika tersungkur, kerana ramai orang lain juga tersungkur. Yang salah ialah apabila tersungkur, saling memaki satu sama lain, membaling pasir ke muka dan menenyeh ke muka sendiri, dan meratapi nasib bahawa kita tersungkur. Sedangkan yang utama ialah cuba bangun dan susun strategi utk berjalan semula.”

Jatuh tersungkur, bangun kembali….

Membina rumah yang seumpama syurga dunia, pastinya tidak mudah, jika tiada kebijaksanaan.

Speaking about this, i shiver….

Fear of Allah’s questions what have i done to my family.

Did i treat my mother well?

Did i treat my zaujah well? And so on so forth.

Fahkum bainakum bil ‘adl………

 

Finally!!

I choose the title for two big things happened in my life since the last day i updated this platform. I struggled, though i admitted i did not optimize my capability to enhance my life. In what sense anyhow, today is my outstation days, and you know for syahrul asal person like me, it is quite a torture.

The first relief is, i finally managed to fulfill my dream. An old dream but yet only be completed. Insya Allah with this baitul muslim, it will strengthen me and my zaujah. I was shivering inside, all this while, because the responsibility is just too heavy, like a mountain on my shoulder. Without denying the rahmah, sakinah and mawaddah in baitul muslim, i took the challenge of being the admiral of the ship.

Second relief, is, for sure, the success of writing in this blog. It is such a pleasant feeling inside, to come back writing again. Although it is for me a sin to pledge to update this blog, because i know i hardly can, i try with my full respect to myself to share my journey of life.

Some people suggest me a mobile broadband. Wait and see, i keep on reconsidering. There is so many in my wishlist.

 

Shutdown

They call it shutdown or turnaround, probably a nightmare for many engineers and operators. It is also a “money valley” for many contractors. I went straight from KL, came down here for this nightmare. Unexpected, i could scribe a few words here.

I am always like this, being a not-so multitasking guy, but i am trying to be one. There are a lot of things that i need to prepare, and also so many things need my contributions.

Well then, it falls exactly on my head, that, all these responsibilities, are the tests for me.

I was thinking earlier that, there were so many incomplete, unfinished, imperfections in the systems, and began to be critical and unrealistic. Bombarding people with complaints and criticism.

After 6 months, with all my abilities and so-called talents, the responsibilities have surpassed my times and my charisma.

And that is the time when i fully agree with taking inside the weakness of men, and the limitations of ability of many.

And this is the time when, all the water splashes back to my face.

And in the midst of busyness, i found tranquility.

And in the several months of searching for reality, people judge me as hati kering. I dont really mind, but the fact is that i am not one, became evident to me to show i am a basah guy.

I am truly gentle-hearted person, there are many things that can simply invite my tears to flow, but the life has turned the external side of me to be tough and never give-up person.

Hardships from childhood made me like this. And i thanks Allah for that.

Oh Allah, Verily I love You, and with all my heart i seek Your love.

 

Tika Masa Pohon BerkahNya..

Saya dengan rendah hati, menyusun sepuluh jari pengharapan dan pengampunan, kepada yang pernah bertanya dan hanya sekarang saya menjawabnya dengan jelas nyata, walaupun sebelum ini hanya senyum yang mampu saya berikan untuk soalan, bilakah mahu walimah?

Jadi dengan ini, saya ingin menjemput saudara-saudara, ikhwah dan akhawat ke majlis walimah kami seperti yang tertera di bawah;

Mohd Zul Alwi Mat Adam dengan Mastura binti Mohd

di rumah pengantin perempuan pada 22 June 2008 di no 61, Jln Kajang Jaya 1, Taman Kajang Jaya, Jalan Bukit, Kajang, Selangor.

dan juga di rumah pengantin lelaki pada 28 June 2008 di C-153 Felda Melati Jengka Sebelas, 26400 Bandar Jengka, Pahang.

Anda semua adalah diundang. Semoga dengan doa dan kehadiran sahabat semua memberkahi perkahwinan yang serba sederhana ini.

Akhukum,

al akh Ameersyuhada