Wednesday, April 23, 2014

There's a thing about..

There's a thing about pain,
It demands to be felt.

(The Fault in Our Stars, John Green.)

There's also a thing about Nafs,
It demands your attention.

There's also a thing about weakness,
It is the nature of humans.

There's also a definite about power,
It comes only from Allah.

*smiles with determination*

There's this thing about us,
We are made to serve only Him.

So it's time to move and not to procrastinate.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Inspiration

So it has been two weeks and apparently breathing through the air Allah granted me has yet to astound my inner excitement of dwelling in this land He created especially for his servants - the humans.

Alhamdulillah, there is still enough oxygen supplied to meet the needs of my body and Alhamdulillah there is less nose obstruction to my inhalation and exhalation yet the feeling of blankness still exist, day by day expanding until I could feel the hole now. Well, to be exact it was yesterday.

It has mainly been my concern that I have yet to fulfil my life-long duty as an abiding servant and what more a model of pure Muslim. With this concern, I tried my best to begin practising extra 'activities' though it saddens me that in the end, this nafs-problem keeps on repeating itself which makes me wonder,"Would Allah forgive me again?"

So I bumped into this ayaah a few days ago in Surah Al-Maidah,
Know ye that Allah is strict in punishment and that Allah is Oft-forgiving, Most Merciful.
(5:98)

*cries*

So later on, it strucked me. "Baiknya Allah... (How Kind is Allah..)"

Speaking about yesterday, I finally realized that after all this while I have lost the ability to be inspired by other people what more to inspire others. The colourful canvas which is me now seems as pale and dark as a hollow street at far-end of town. Was my heart that tainted? What have I done?

I looked at my hands, felt my heart, brushed my head. These bodyparts, they, they did nothing wrong. It was my soul that tainted them, that made them do ill things. This soul abused the gifts Allah bestowed upon me. You could guess that I was feeling this overbearing guilt as I summed up the misdeeds I've done. I couldn't even pray for myself, I only prayed that Allah forgave me and protected everyone else from being harmed by my ill-doings.

Inspiration gone, I feel numbed. But it doesn't mean I can give up. It just means that I need to recalibrate my intentions, clean up those dirty spots in my soul, patch up the void, and fill it with my Creator. InsyaAllah, things will be well.

Allah is nearer than our jugular vein aite?

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Metals


Infusing Quranic lifestyle with my current addiction of shonen-style drawing.
:)

May this and more to come be of benefit to this path.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Letter to A Friend

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

Assalamualaikum
I hope you do not find this an annoyance
Wherever you are
If you come across this simple blog
I hope you know this letter is for you.

Friend,
Remember the first time we met
How our eyes exchanged glances for just a moment
I was eating, looking down
You were staring, focused
Yet we knew none of each other.

Remember the first time we worked together
And how we kid each other around
You would smile awkwardly
And I'll tease that smile, laughing inside
Yet you still don't mind
Yet we knew so less of each other.

Remember the time when you had to leave
I stared as you walked away
Fixed at your movement,
knowing I might not see you again
Tears welled up,
I don't even know why
We still knew less of each other.

Days passed,
I met you again
We laughed, we smiled
We shared our thoughts and fears and tears
We became close buddies
You and me
But we were still strangers to each other.

Friend,
Remember those nights when we stared at the ceiling
And hoped we could see stars twinkling
You, me, separated but in our own space
A space that existed only for us to be
But we were actually strangers to each other.

Years passed,
I've known you through so many moons
Your smile
Your laugh
Your voice
Your stride
Your thoughts
Your passion
Your dreams
Your heart
I have them all embedded
When I know I shouldn't
Because even now,
we are still strangers to each other

So I prayed to Allah,
"Give me guidance."
"Give me strength."
"Show me what I should do now, my Lord."
I cried.
I decided.
I've loved and I always will.
So I embraced the ultimate Love
Because that Love was not a stranger, but is the Creator to me.

Friend,
Despite all my words before
The ones that are true are these

"Don't forget us."

Be strong and fight hard.
My fighter, the ummah's backbone, Allah's soldier.
Because one day you will cease to be that stranger
And you will soon be,
My protector.

Biiznillah.


Friday, April 4, 2014

Our Dreams of Jannah

"Dekat syurga saya nak istana ice-cream. Saya nak tinggal dalam istana tuh."
"In paradise I want to have a castle made of ice-cream. I want to live in that castle."

Said Yani during lunch.

"Binalah impian kat syurga Yana. Nanti awak akan semangat nak capai matlamat tuh."
"Build dreams about heaven Yana. You'll be more spirited to achieve that goal."

Continued Yani. I smiled.

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"Saya nak suasana yang sama macam nih kat syurga. Cuma lagi meriah."
"I want to have this same environment in paradise. Only more merrier."

Said Atiq during dinner at Red Wok. We were having a 50-people eating session.

"Awak nak tinggal kat istana ice-cream saya tak nanti?"
"Do you want to stay at my ice-cream castle?"

Asked Yani with a genuine smile to Atiq. It was contagious so I smiled too.

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Basically that was what motivated me to write about this in tonight's entry (okay, so it's already midnight over here in Malaysia).

I loved the fact that as Muslims, Allah grants us hapiness even after our death. Life even after we lose breath in this world. After that last stab of pain, we are actually given the chance to experience the heavenly fragrance and remarkable view of an eternal resting place - Paradise.

Looking back at the past, when we were young children, teachers would usually ask us this famous question.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"What is you ambition?"
Well adults in general ask that. And that includes our parents, our grandparents, our uncles and aunts, our older cousins, our neighbours and even the head of the Parents Teacher Association (PIBG); that we don't really know, would bug us with that question.

As we grow older, the question basically is just manipulated but still has the same meaning.
"What do you want to in the future?"
"What do you want to achieve in life?"
"What is you ultimate goal?"

My question is, what will happen once we attain that goal?
So we want to be a doctor (it's like this common mindset that parents and society mould you to become ever since you are young), we are successful in achieving that, we became doctors, after that what? What comes after achieving that goal?
I felt this when I finally arrived to Japan, the land I long to set foot on ever since I came to know about the existence of anime. Alhamdulillah Allah granted me the chance to arrive at the land of rising sun. However, once I reached Narita airport, it hit me, "So I'm here in Japan. What next? What should I do here?"
Okay maybe it was my fault, I did not plan my visit to Japan that thoroughly because I never would have expected that it would come true. But it did. Subhanallah it did.

When I look at it now, these worldly goals always have an end. Motivators usually tell us to "Dream Big". Big names like Bill Gates and Donald Trumph do what with those big dreams that they have achieved? They are always in this constant battle to maintain their wealth. They are always wary of any competition that could bring them down. Where's peace in that ultimate goal?

It seems not as rewarding as it's suppose to be.

And it is most certain that our final destination is death. So why do so much when you're just going to enter the earth back again? So that your name resonates till the end of time like Shakespeare? So that you get to save some money for your family whom will eventually die as well?

Nothing is permanent, so why fight so much for impermanent Dunya?

And that's why we have decided to plan our goals for the hereafter. For Jannah. Our everlasting resting place that we will be reunited in the same age together with Rasulullah, our beloved Prophet. We'll be seeing our Master that granted us all these gifts in the world.

We'll be seeing Allah. *smiles, cries*

Thinking about it sends chills down my spine. I know there's still much to do to achieve that place higher above. Because the serenity of Jannah cannot be described easily by comparing it to DipnDip waffles or Baskin Robbins' Raspberry Ripple.

"We do too dakwah. Too little tarbiyyah. And too much jahiliyah. Yet we expect to enter Jannah..?? Pffftttt."
-Angel Pakai Gucci-

It's time to gear up soldiers Allah. We're in for a battle to achieve sweet paradise.

"Saya nak jumpa semua family members saya kat syurga. Saya nak spend masa saya banyak-banyak dengan dorang sebab saya takde masa yang cukup kat dunia. Heee.."
"I want to see all my family members in paradise. I want to spend a whole lot of time with them because I rarely have time with them here in dunya. Heee.."

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Chosen

In the name of Allah The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful.

I begin this entry with Alhamdulillah to the Almighty for still granting this body and mind decency to write and indulge in the wealth of being a Muslim.

I am forever indebted to Him. We all are. I won't be listing out all the basic necessities as I believe everyone is already aware of that blessing He gave us (up to the point where some of us make it seem that Allah is obliged to give all those needs that we take it for granted) so I'll move in to the greatest that He has given some of us out there, the opportunity to be born as a Muslim.

Earlier today - well technically it was yesterday at 8.45 pm to be exact - we had our daily maghrib tazkirahs and we touched on the topic of being grateful, of 'Alhamdulillah'.

*smile*

Alhamdulillah is a word that we usually say; sometimes in repetition, as we praise Allah who has given us either good tidings or tough lessons in the form of a troublesome events (saying it's bad would be overrated. We know how Allah does His magic. *wink*).

So Alhamdulillah consists of basically two things. Praise and Gratefulness.
An example of a praise would be:-
"That is such a beautiful painting."
"Sister, what a nice abaya you have over there."
Basically praising a person/item/object would be simply stating that it looks nice, it's cool or it's downright awesome. You don't become grateful of the thing that you praise of. Looking at the example, I'm pretty sure that when we view a beautiful painting we're not that grateful that it is beautiful unless we were the painters nor we would we appreciate the sister's nice abaya unless she's going to lend it to us.
On the other hand, gratefulness is an act by which we appreciate another person/item/object but it does not necessarily mean that we give praise to it. For example:-
"I'm glad there's water today for us to bathe."
"Thanks for paying the fees on time."
You thank some one or appreciate a certain condition without actually praising it. Even the Quran outlined an important example of this with regards to our parents. (Al-Isra': 23) So your parents ask you to perform shirk, well you still need to be grateful for them, you still need to treat them with honour. You might not praise their acts but Allah decreed that you should be grateful for them as Allah was the one who granted them to you. This can even be seen when Fir'aun questioned Musa AS of his upbringing in the Pharoah's palace. The prophet Moses acknowledged of the favour Fir'aun did though he never praised him for anything else.

However, when we combine Alhamdulillah, we combine them both in an act of praising Allah and being grateful for what He gives, let it be ease or hardships. This indirectly speaks for itself on how a Muslim should act as. Positivity should be in our blood because in our Alhamdulillah we believe that Allah is giving the best for us.

*smiles some more*

What striked me the most was that we are the people of Alhamdulillah. We are positive people.

MasyaAllah, the feeling of gratefulness was overwhelming I could just utter, "hashtag burn (#burn)".

At the end of the day, I can never crack the code in why Allah chose me amidst the crowd of people who are far more pious than I am. Even if I took days pondering on the reason behind Him still putting me back on track, I will still fail to construct a logical explanation. All I could say is that I'm already chosen, I should try and act more like Musa alaihissalam and bear this responsibility in the best way possible for My Lord. I believe He purified me through countless times and lift me up in my darkest hours. It's the least I could do, the least we could do.

After all, we are the people of Alhamdulillah right?

*smiles*