We are young!

I look forward to seeing their progress. I see the bright minds ready to engineer the future. Form 5 this year. I see so much potential in them after their Tamrin. They have six months more. I see their eyes are full of flare and spirit. This Tamrin really gives them an impetus. Especially my group. Being together with them makes me happy and filled. And I would love to help them to cater their juniors. Being systematic and dynamic. Eager to see our new plan starts. Insya Allah..

'Regeneration'. Continuity. One out, few more comes in. The wave will never stop. With accurate understanding, precise tuning, sufficient effort - 'fata' - pemuda - can be quiet an arsenal. Ta'rif, takwin and tanfiz. Each step is viewed carefully. Transitional process is handled carefully and the end-product will be, insya Allah undeniably magnificent. Just read the tales of the past - small focused group in Makkah spread to other spots of the world. A group which had gone through a dense process - creating an important term - Sulbah - Spine. A core group which inspired the dakwah around the world. A group which was comprised of amazing syabab - Mus'ab bin Umair, Mu'az bin Jabal, Sa'd bin Abi Waqas, Zubair al Awwam, Thalhah 'Ubaidillah, Salim Maula abi Huzaifah, and many more. And then leap a few long years ahead - we will find Thariq bin Ziyad with his strong batalions, Mehmed II al Fath the best leader leading best of soldiers. Zoom to the end of our past, the strong warrior of Ghazi emirates - inspired by his dream seeing a big tree where the roots cross continents and its branches conquer the sky, Osman son of Ertugrul founded the Ottoman empire. These warriors have undergone a long quality process of tarbiyah - and they went around the world to do what they yearned, da'wah.

 Just see how many young bright polymaths in Islam. At the age of seventeen, 500 years before Renaissance Al-Biruni was already calculating latitude of his hometown by observing latitude of the sun. Ibn Sina at the age of eighteen was summoned by Nuh ibn Mansur, Samani ruler to treat him. His Al-Qanun fi at-Tib made him known as a giant among giants in the West. Ever heard of the Wright brothers who made the idea of human flight possible? Ibn Firnas was already ahead of them. This young inventor also tried to fly, although he fell hurting his back. A crater in our Moon was also named after him. And many more bright young Muslims who contributed along the way. Each of them was tutored by amazing teachers - murabbi. Pure conscience with divine morality.

Allah upholds this kind of young people. Young men and women who devote their youth to Allah - is one of the seven groups which will receive Zilalullah at the Mahsyar. Experienced ones train the young ones. Refine each human product into something worth living. Scrutinize each of them in a long process - enduring hardship, boredom sometimes, and engraving principles in their hearts. A long process where only the strong-willed ones will survive- biiznillah.

It's a long and hard way. Especially for us, young seeds in this old world. Insya Allah, what we do here will be counted there. Together we pray for a better tomorrow.....

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p/s2 - "Kerana ustaz rasa calon tunang saudari sekarang itu adalah orang yang beragama. Sebab itu dia tidak usik atau ganggu saudari yang sedang belajar." I found an Ustaz saying this in his blog. I want to be and will be like that guy :D If I'm late, it's fate. Lately, people around me keep talking about this.
p/s3 - Dalam kereta, masa hujan lebat ribut-ribut sikit, tercakap "Macam Grand Line la pulak..ganas cuaca" =.= what's wrong with me? And my siblings all looked at me like this.  (<.<") "Apa abang aku ngarut pulak ni?"

Goodbye, Tok Mek.

Last week, my grandmother died. Inna Lillah.. we straight away rushed from KL to Kelantan. I drove more than three quarters of the journey. Which took around 8 hours. That journey was different. Usually, my dad was the joker. He lit up the car with jokes and etc. But that day, he was exceptionally quiet. The day itself grieved. Our journey was accompanied by rains. Sad rain. I felt sorry for my father.

We went to Kelantan, aiming to arrive at 9.30. I drove as fast as I could. Usually, my mom will check my speed. But this time, sorrow killed the mood. We all were hoping we could get there by the time. 9.30 p.m - last chance for living people to say goodbye to her, kiss her face, and send her away to meet her God. For sons and daughters, that would be the most important last moment with their beloved ones. Redha is one thing - humanly emotion craves the chance to send love prayers for the departure of their loves. I watched my dad's face along the journey. He was calm and tranquil. Maybe knowing his Mum died after solat dhuha made him a bit positive. I don't know.

Still, Allah decided. We arrived there 12.30 a.m. I can't imagine how my father felt, when he couldn't say goodbye to his Mum. His regret was felt by us. That night, I had a hard time to sleep. Felt like crying. Could never imagine how my father felt. Missing the only moment to say goodbye, to kiss his mother's cold forehead, and to wish farewell for her departure.

Tomorrow morning, we went to her grave. My dad brought us sons, praying besides her grave. Few minutes later, he told us to get into the car. He stood alone besides her mother's grave. Crying so heavily. I've never seen  him in a condition like that. That was the first time. He was a strong-hearted man. He cried while doa for a few minutes besides her grave, and then left.

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The next day, another news came in. While in Kelantan, we decided to help our grandparents on my mum's side to check their health. The news was severe. Both of them have chronic diseases. Allah.. I hope my parents will do just fine. Amin.

*Al-Fatihah untuk ibunda kepada bapaku - Hajah Kiah. Beliau meninggal sejurus selepas solat dhuha, masih bertelekung pada pagi Rabu lepas.

Pulang

Setiap manusia akan kembali kepada Allah.. Mengungkap kata-kata Syeikh Khalid, sebagaimana kita singgah di 'rahim' ibu sebelum dilahirkan ke dunia, begitulah juga kita akan singgah di 'rahim' bumi sebelum kita menemui Pencipta kita.

Petang tadi selepas solat jumaat, aku mendapat beberapa mesej. Ustaz Zaki, seorang warga pendidik Al-Amin, merangkap kawan rapat keluarga aku, pergi terlebih dahulu menemui Ilahnya. Buat seketika, tangisan kesedihan terbit. Dada seperti kecut, terkejut dengan berita tersebut. Baru beberapa bulan lepas, kami melawat beliau. Muka beliau bersih, dan semakin kurus. Batu karangnya sebesar penumbuk. Dipesan elok-elok pada kami, anak-anak muridnya agar menjaga makan dan minum supaya tidak menyesal di hari tua.

Seketika, terimbas kisah lama bersama beliau. Selaku jiranku sedari aku kecil, beliau mengenali aku dengan dalam. Dan agak banyak aku dan adik-adikku mengusik ahli rumahnya, membaling batu, dan bermacam lagi yang boleh dibuat oleh budak-budak nakal. Bukan sekali dua kami dimarahi dan disyarah. Jikalau ada yang bertanyakan peribadi beliau, aku mengatakan beliau seakan-akan Umar al Khattab. Garang dan keras, namun rendah diri dan lembut hati.

Beliau mengajarku di sekolah menengah. Sekali lagi. Bukan sedikit tangan kami berbirat dirotan beliau. Rindu benar-benar terasa ketika kami melawat beliau setelah beliau berpindah. Lawat kami bukan di rumah, tapi di hospital. Terkejut dengan rupa baru ustaz. Sangat kurus. 

Ustaz ahli teras IKRAM. Seorang huffaz. Juga seorang pengamal tomoi. Beliau berasal dari Thailand. Beliau juga bertemu Ilahnya di sana, Yala. 

Mengenal ma'zirah

Dan (ingatlah) ketika segolongan di antara mereka berkata: "Mengapa kamu menasihati kaum yang Allah akan membinasakan mereka atau mengazabkan mereka dengan azab yang amat berat?" Orang-orang (yang memberi nasihat) itu menjawab: "(Nasihat itu ialah) untuk melepaskan diri dari bersalah kepada Tuhan kamu, dan su.paya mereka bertaqwa". [Al A'raf:164]

 Alhamdulillah, beliau mengenalkan kepada aku konsep ini. Dapat ianya terpahat bersama-sama dengan birat di tangan. Masya Allah, sehingga sekarang dari tingkatan dua, ayat ini masih segar. T.T

Pesanan terakhir
Jaga Quran..jaga Quran.. jaga Quran.
Insya Allah, ana akan jaga Quran baik-baik..
Buat seketika, tangisan kesedihan terbit. Namun, kini tidak lagi. Aku tersenyum. Ustaz sudah pulang..menemui kekasih ustaz :)

Moga ustaz ditempatkan bersama-sama yang diberi nikmat oleh Allah..Amin