enjoy laa puas2~

bismillah..

"hidup ni sekali jea.."

"enjoy laa puas-puas.."

"kang ko nyesal tak sudah.."

"dah tua nanti, taubat la.. habis cite.."

-uik..?? nape nak taubat..?-

"laa, ko nak masok nerake..??"

-mesti la tak nak. tapi ape kaitan neraka dengan taubat?-

"ingat ko ni dah cukup bijak. bijak aku lagi rupenye.. hehehe.."

"biase,la.. waktu kau enjoy muda2, mesti ko banyak buat dose kan.."

"kalau dah buat dose, nerake laa jawapnye nanti.."

-oh, gitu.. tapi bile ye kite masok nerake..?-

"bile ko dah mati, nanti ko di bangkitkan semula"

"sebab tu ko kene tobat sebelum ko mati, dapat masok syurga.."

"uish, ko nih.. tak kan tak belaja agame, kot? budak tadika pon tau"

-dah tu, bile pulak kite mati..?-

"tu keje Tuhan.. ko tak perlu tanya.. dosa tau.."

-adess.. gitu pulak..-

-dah ko tak tau ko mati bile, nape ko konfiden suh tobat bile tua?-

-dah ko kate hidup ni skali je, nape ko kate nnti akn di bangkitkn?-

-dah ko kate kite boleh enjoy skali je, nape ko pecaya akn ade syurga?-

The Imam-Preacher and his son...

bismillah..

(e-mail from abah)

PLS PATIENTLY READ THRU THIS PASSAGE...
Qur'an 3:104: Let there arise amongst you a band of people inviting to all that is good and right, and forbidding the wrong. Such are the successful ones... Qur'an 16:125: Invite to the way of your Lord with beautiful preaching and in the best ways...

Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumaat service at the Central Mosque (and shortly after Al-Usrah program), the Imam and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other Islamic literature. This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with their booklets, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready!' His 'Muallim' dad asked, 'Ready for what?'

'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.'
Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to hell, even though it's raining?'
Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'
Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'
His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the booklets. Be careful son.'
'Thanks, Dad!'
And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a pamphlet or a booklet.
 

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets were totally deserted. Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered.. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer. Finally, this eleven year old dakwah-expert turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and also knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!

He rang again and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that "ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU" and I came to give you my very last booklet which will
tell you all about God, the real purpose of creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.' With that, he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

Well, the following Friday afternoon after Jumaat service (during which period they hold a weekly program, Al-Usrah) the Imam was giving some lectures. As he concludes the lectures, he asked, 'Does anybody have questions or want to say anything?'

Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an elderly voice was heard over the speaker. As the voice went on, a hint of glorious gaiety and contentment was plainly evident in it even though the speaker wasn't seen,
'No one in this gathering knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Friday I was not a Muslim, and never thought I could be. My husband had passed away some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.."
I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly..... I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
 

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU!'

Then he gave me this booklet, "Path To Paradise" that I now hold in my hand. As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this book. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more. You see? I am now a Happy Vicegerent of the One True God.Since the address of your congregation was stamped on the back of this booklet, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

There was not a dry eye in the mosque. And as shouts of  TAKBIR!!! ALLAH AKBAR!!! rented the air, even among the ladies, despite themselves. Imam-Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where the little angel was seated.... He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no jama'ah has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love and honor for his son... Except for One. This very one...

melihat dunia

bismillah..

Setiap yang berlaku dalam hidup ni, walaupun sekadar gugurnya daun dari pokok, pasti ada hikmah. Ini adalah soal kewajipan kita untuk melihat dunia dari dimensi seorang khalifah. Allah berfirman dalam kitabNya yang agung, mafhumnya, tidak Dia ciptakan sesuatu itu dengan sia-sia. Jadi, penting bagi orang yang mengaku hamba juga khalifah di bumi ini untuk mengambil cakna firman Allah ini dan mengkaji sebaiknya.

Kagum saya dengan seorang sahabat yang mampu 'bercakap' dengan haiwan dan tumbuhan. Alhamdulillah, dia masih lagi siuman, cuma dia sangat memasukkan jiwanya dalam jiwa makhluk Allah yang lain. Pernah sekali saya yang gatal tangan cuba memetik daun dari pokok berhampiran. Di usap lembut tangan saya lalu berkata penuh hikmah "macam mana kalau orang tarik rambut kita? sakitkan? macam tu jugak pokok, dia pun rasa sakit jugak macam kita". Kalau dia secara tak sengaja terbunuh seekor semut, pasti di ucapkan kata2 maaf berkali2. Awalnya memang agak lucu tapi akhirnya, saya pun terikut. Haiwan dan tumbuhan juga makhluk Allah. Mereka punya hak untuk hidup sama seperti kita. Maha Suci Allah yang telah menciptakan sahabat saya sebegitu dalam menjadi qudwah hasanah (contoh yang baik).

Setiap yang ada di langit juga di bumi adalah tarbiyyah (didikan) buat insan yang ingin mengambil pengajaran. Bila tersepak batu umpamanya, ada orang yang rasa geram dan marah. Ini adalah respon manusia biasa yang melihat batu itu atas dasar batu yang kaku sahaja. Ada pula orang yang insaf dan beristighfar. Inilah golongan yang ingin mengambil ibrah (pengajaran) atas apa yang berlaku. Mungkin Allah ingin menjadikan kesakitannya yang tersepak batu itu sebagai kifarah dosa2 lalu? Sabda nabi SAW mafhumnya, walau terpijak duri sekalipun Allah akan menjadikan ia kifarah kepada dosa hambaNya.

Marilah sama-sama melihat dunia dari sudut tarbiyyah. Nescaya kurang kecewa, tambahnya redha, dan terasa makin dekat denganNya. Wallau'alam..

bedah buku: Lembaran Hidup Ulama;warisan ilmuan Islam

bismillah..

Lembaran Hidup Ulama warisan ilmuan Islam kini menjadi pilihan. Masih banyak baki helaian yang belum sempat saya selak dan InsyaAllah akan saya lebih utamakan peng-hadam-an dari peng-khatam-an. Buku yang menghimpunkan kisah imam2 agung sangat berguna dalam memberi tarbiyyah rohaniah. Sungguh saya terkejut melihatkan penulis buku ini adalah seorang anak muda yang baru berusia 20 tahun (1989)! Beliau berasal dari pulau borneo dan langsung tidak berada dalam institusi pengajian formal dalam bidang agama. Pengetahuan agamanya terasah melalui minat yg tinggi dan inisiatif diri. SubhanAllah. Dalam usia 20 tahun sudah mampu menghasilkan buku yang bermaanfaat sedang aku?

Sangat tak rugi rasanya wang yang di infak untuk ilmu Allah cuma terkadang perasaan sedikit menekan sehingga tercetus 'perang kecil' dalam diri. Buku-buku akademik saya put aside dan menghabiskan novel non-fiction Hari-hari dalam hidupku (ehsan roommate tersayang) karangan Zainab al-Ghazali al-Jubaili, salah seorang pimpinan muslimat Ikhwanul muslimeen. Buku yang mengisahkan penderaan di penjara tentera Mesir ini sangat tak tergambar dek akal! Seorang wanita di gantung up-side-down sambil di sebat sehingga pengsan, bermandikan darah, di kurung berjam2 lamanya bersama anjing yang kelaparan sehingga terobek kulit, ibadat di sekat dan bermacam2 lagi jenis seksa yang hanya mampu di lakukan manusia tak berperikemanusiaan. Kemanisan yang sangat terasa dari kisah ini apabila Zainab bermimpi bertemu Rasulullah beberapa kali, di beri tasyji' dan janji indah. Maha Suci Allah yang memberi nikmat kepada hambaNya yang di kehendaki.

Zainab al-ghazali merakam jerit perih dalam perjuangan menegakkan kalimah Laailahaillallah Muhammadurrasulullah.. Di seksa, di keji, di caci, di maki, segala bentuk deraan mental mahupun fizikal. Namun Zainab tetap cekal dan tabah, beliau tak rebah jauh sekali mengaku kalah. Layaklah janji indah buat beliau, semoga Allah merahmati beliau. Adakah aku mampu seperti itu....? masihkah ada lagi srikandi harakah sehebat srikandi-srikandi lalu....? bangkit muslimat bangkit!

pentas opera

bismillah..

Wahai teman, bisikkan di hati kecilmu "Wahai Tuhanku, tiadalah daya aku berjuang jika bukan kerana kudrat dan kekuatan dariMu. Tuhan, di sisiMu jua ku pohon segala bantuan agar hati ini sentiasa di anyam kekuatan buatku kental dan tabah menempuh ujian mendatang. Di mana penghujungnya nanti ku harapkan moga berkekalan iman. ameen.." [Dahlia Husna]

Hakikat kehidupan ini satu perjalanan yang panjang dan penuh ujian di mana hujungnya nanti akan di hisab segala amalan. Ianya umpama pentas opera yang menunggu masa tayangan pada yaum-ul-zalzalah. Kitalah pelakon utama yang menjadi perhatian penonton di layar Mahsyar, nafsu dan syaitan pula pelakon pembantu yang senantiasa berusaha memacu hikayat kamu, malaikat saat itu bukan lagi saksi bisu, dan Allah adalah juri yang satu. Siapa yang berjaya merangkul gelaran artis wanita/lelaki TER-soleh? artis wanita/lelaki TER-kufur (naudzubillahi min dzalik)?

Carilah teman yang mampu menasihatimu kala jauh, rela bersama mu kala kau jatuh. Untuk mendapatkan semua itu bukan sekadar harap dan menanti, tapi kau juga harus menjadi. Terima kasih buat teman yang umpama penjual minyak wangi. Walau ku tak mampu menjadi seperti kalian, izinkan aku menikmati sedikit haruman buat teladan.

ingatkan aku kala aku lupa,
pujuklah aku kala aku sendu,
didiklah aku kala mula alpa,
sedarkan aku bahawa syurga bukan percuma~