Woman,
When thy forget
Thy tongues kill surely than the serpent's bite
Thy looks are deadlier than Medusa's eyes
Thy swaying gait puts the swaddling duck to hiding
Thy dressing up is a dressing down of decency
Thy shrieking laughter rang louder than the mocking hyenas
What a shame even if thy didnst know not!
Woman,
Lest thy forget
Thy came from Adam's ribs - near to his heart
Thy perfected Adam in the already perfect Jannah
Thy soft hands cradle the goodness, the evils of the world
Thy gentle gaze can break the most hardened heart
Thy words, once truly spoken, can win wars without battles
Thy art the harbour for weary ships to anchor -
the fountain of solace
the river from which serenity flows
the garment made to clothe Man's honour
and a catalyst to Man's humanity
For this is thy fitrah
this is thy destiny...
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Of eyes and hairy...
Question: What do you do when your mother screamed on seeing an unblinking lizard?
Answer: Scream even harder!
(right, ha - ?!!!!)
Question: What do you do when you are asked to remove a squirming caterpillar on a student's jubah during examinations?
Answer: Close your mouth, scream in your hand, and pretend you're totally unfazed about the hairy experience!
Answer: Scream even harder!
(right, ha - ?!!!!)
Question: What do you do when you are asked to remove a squirming caterpillar on a student's jubah during examinations?
Answer: Close your mouth, scream in your hand, and pretend you're totally unfazed about the hairy experience!
Friday, April 23, 2010
My paternal uncle passed away yesterday. My father is the only one left in his family. The only one left bearing the name of 'Baksin'.
Scary, isn't it? To be the last one.
But of course, his name will go on because of his children.
In your children, you live forever. At least in name and lineage.
My late uncle was a good man. Always soft-spoken and generous when he was financially comfortable. When I was younger, he would be generous to us for he was a draughtsman and my father a mere security officer.
May Allah accept all his kind deeds and sacrifices, to his children, to his wife and to others.
May Allah place his soul among those whom He has forgiven and accept as the righteous. Amin.
I will miss your quiet ways, Pak Ngah.
Scary, isn't it? To be the last one.
But of course, his name will go on because of his children.
In your children, you live forever. At least in name and lineage.
My late uncle was a good man. Always soft-spoken and generous when he was financially comfortable. When I was younger, he would be generous to us for he was a draughtsman and my father a mere security officer.
May Allah accept all his kind deeds and sacrifices, to his children, to his wife and to others.
May Allah place his soul among those whom He has forgiven and accept as the righteous. Amin.
I will miss your quiet ways, Pak Ngah.
Friday, April 2, 2010
LOST huMANity
When men are not MAN, they take another wife without the heart nor human courtesy to inform the wife and then wondered miserably why women are so possessive, so lacking in understanding when the wife finally found out and turned his world upside down?
When men are not MAN, and boys pretend to be MAN, they fall prey to innocent, trusting hearts, take what is not theirs, then left the defenseless women to face an accusing world – we then watched with angst the newly born left at the roadside, in the bins, alone in the mosques and we cringed in disbelief when a newly murdered newborn has his tiny arms as food for the dog?
When men are not MAN, they worked 7/12, go out until the early morning, confident that they have sacrificed their utmost in the dispensing of their rights as husbands, fathers but left unprotected; the honour and integrity of their charges – wives, mothers, children – preferring to abuse them mentally, ripped apart their self-esteem, laid bare their identity, their very existence as humans…tormented souls, whose tears are wasted on these men.
When men are not MAN, they made men mere pawns in their games of ambitions, in their aims to conquer others, in their belief of their self-righteousness and invincibility, in their pursuit of only one thing - the upholding of their manliness.
When men are not MAN, their women left them for OTHER women - the spat in their faces - the ultimate betrayal..
When men becomes MAN, they are the beacons when others are sinking; the buoys when the aimless falters in the seas of uncertainty, the hands that cradle the weak and the eyes that look upon the defenseless with humility and strength.
When men becomes MAN, they are the warriors against LIES, the protectors of women, the ones whose hearts are always in the mosques, the Qur'an and Sunnah in their eyes, the Omnipotence in their minds....
Khalifah fil Ards.
(Peace and blessings to Prophet Muhammad s.a.w - the MAN amongst men...)
When men are not MAN, and boys pretend to be MAN, they fall prey to innocent, trusting hearts, take what is not theirs, then left the defenseless women to face an accusing world – we then watched with angst the newly born left at the roadside, in the bins, alone in the mosques and we cringed in disbelief when a newly murdered newborn has his tiny arms as food for the dog?
When men are not MAN, they worked 7/12, go out until the early morning, confident that they have sacrificed their utmost in the dispensing of their rights as husbands, fathers but left unprotected; the honour and integrity of their charges – wives, mothers, children – preferring to abuse them mentally, ripped apart their self-esteem, laid bare their identity, their very existence as humans…tormented souls, whose tears are wasted on these men.
When men are not MAN, they made men mere pawns in their games of ambitions, in their aims to conquer others, in their belief of their self-righteousness and invincibility, in their pursuit of only one thing - the upholding of their manliness.
When men are not MAN, their women left them for OTHER women - the spat in their faces - the ultimate betrayal..
When men becomes MAN, they are the beacons when others are sinking; the buoys when the aimless falters in the seas of uncertainty, the hands that cradle the weak and the eyes that look upon the defenseless with humility and strength.
When men becomes MAN, they are the warriors against LIES, the protectors of women, the ones whose hearts are always in the mosques, the Qur'an and Sunnah in their eyes, the Omnipotence in their minds....
Khalifah fil Ards.
(Peace and blessings to Prophet Muhammad s.a.w - the MAN amongst men...)
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Caring beyond...
Someone posed a question that sets me thinking. He asked whether teachers have the right to still advise or to put it bluntly, 'meddle' in the lives of students who have graduated from the school. On one side, the relationship as in the status of 'teacher-student' is of course severed once the student left school - teacher is no more his 'teacher' and he is no more the teacher's student. But, question is, does the relationship of a teacher and student binded by the mere physical presence of a school, under the umbrella of an institution only? I would hope not. More so if the teacher and student has developed over the years, a sense of care and trust and concern for one another... I would like to think that it is the heart that binds and this bond goes beyond any institution, and physical formality. Yes, i do agree that the teacher has to learn to let go - let his students learn the ropes of the real world, stumble and fall and then stand up stronger and wiser, insyaAllah...but please forgive a teacher if out of his care and love, he voiced out strong disapproval of his EX-students' behaviour..afterall, even if he is no more their teacher, he is still, with regards to Islam, an elder who should be given the right to right a wrong and respect when he speaks - don't you think so? :)
Things happen for a reason, a very good reason...
When I first discovered that my Lenovo laptop was gone, kaput, Anang's song, 'Separuh jiwaku pergi', came to my mind. Just like that. I then felt so ashamed. Afterall, alhamdulillah, no one was hurt in that morning most memorable, painful and fearful event. Alhamdulillah, both our cars were there and my children and us were not harmed. But my laptop....come to think of it, it is amazing how much of my 'life' was in that square, nondescript technological gadgetry - almost all records of my professional life - test papers, test results, video teaching resources, letters, forms...you name it. All gone. Gone too were parts of me - family photos, records of my works and my students' creative works - yes, including The Writer's folder as well - i will miss that....really miss that...my favourite music..MasyaAllah...
My only 'defense' was to NOT think, nor LIST, what i actually lost...the enormosity of it all has just began to sink in...and i fear drowning in that realisation.....you see, together with that laptop was also my only, ONLY, hard-disk...so there was no back-up as well....
I still want to believe that things happen for a reason. A very good reason...
No one can ever be too careful, nor anyone can be that evil to cause so much trouble to others...
May Allah replaced the misfortune with His blessings and pity and rahmah to my family...Amin.
My only 'defense' was to NOT think, nor LIST, what i actually lost...the enormosity of it all has just began to sink in...and i fear drowning in that realisation.....you see, together with that laptop was also my only, ONLY, hard-disk...so there was no back-up as well....
I still want to believe that things happen for a reason. A very good reason...
No one can ever be too careful, nor anyone can be that evil to cause so much trouble to others...
May Allah replaced the misfortune with His blessings and pity and rahmah to my family...Amin.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Pesan Tok Guru
Tok Guru Mahzan berkongsi:
Jangan di lawan akal dengan akal
Tapi takluklah akal dengan khayal
Jangan di sambut yang keras dengan yang keras
Kelak binasa dek suhu panas
Tapi sambutlah pedang dengan angin
Penatnya tangan yang mencincang
Pasti berhenti .....sedangkan angin tidak akan melukakan dadanya...
Fikir-fikirkanlah! :)
Jangan di lawan akal dengan akal
Tapi takluklah akal dengan khayal
Jangan di sambut yang keras dengan yang keras
Kelak binasa dek suhu panas
Tapi sambutlah pedang dengan angin
Penatnya tangan yang mencincang
Pasti berhenti .....sedangkan angin tidak akan melukakan dadanya...
Fikir-fikirkanlah! :)
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