I swam, I conquered. [Kapas Marang Swimathon '14]

Let me begin by saying that I was once an overweight, failed, rejected and confused guy. And the peak was at last Raya. The momentum I gained today started from that point onward.

Despite the effort I took to become better before, somehow it's like it keeps yo-yoing around. Just like my weight. My maximum weight was 118.5 kilograms to be exact on the digital scale. Everything was up and down. However, I find new strength and hope. God disconnects to connect. Alhamdulillah. :)







Identity
I know, in order to really improve my life, I have to form a new identity. Apart from inside change in terms of perspective and principle, I also wished to reform my physique. Identity is important. Your behavior is governed by your identity. Just like men won't wear women's cloth, so does fit and strong guys don't eat carelessly at KFC and drink 100Plus.

So, I make the change. I learned what was necessary in healthy body, and I put my aim in becoming at most like Hugh Jackman. Perhaps in another two or three years. Even though when I express my wish, my mother said she doesn't like man with big traps. For me his traps is OKAY.

Training and Nutrition
To swim efficiently, you need strong muscle, good stamina and correct technique. So, I asked for my friend's help who was a regular gym-goer. I learned from him what exercises were needed to stimulate muscle growth in some parts - in the end - I obtained an arsenal of BASIC knowledge on how to make almost every part strong. From biceps, triceps, deltoids, lats, hamstring, core, quad, calves, traps and glutes. It was amazing, by the end of some even-you-don't-realize period, you know a whole lot of thing that people don't know.

So, I went to the gym, I learned the proper technique, and I went swimming, I learned the correct technique. Although it was obvious for me to keep polishing my technique, I was amazed by how much I've progressed. :3

Butterfly!

The training wasn't easy. Vomits and tears were occasional companies. Sometimes, you got angry and frustrated, and that when you performed your first 50 meters butterfly with perfect form. Sometimes, you remembered your past failures, you felt so remorseful and suddenly you were able to deadlift 100 kilograms. That's channeling energy.

Basically, I went jogging almost every morning after Subuh, and 3 weeks before the competition I stopped. I focused on maintaining my muscle and compensated my cardio and endurance in water. I lifted four to five times a week, focusing full body transformation and stressing more on deltoids, triceps, core and legs - the ones that would be used the most during the competition.

My meals then were consisted basically of chicken breast, lot of eggs, pasta, brown rice (I learned to cook them too!), countless veggies (half of them were unsuccessful experiments), and spices and whey protein supply. I learned what types of foods that were needed to support my healthy initiatives, what to avoid and many more. Surprisingly, the budget was low and the nutrition was enough.

During my training, my lifestyle also changed. In order to maximize hypertrophy and recovery, I slept early. I made sure I got enough rest. Stress-free life. I varied my training. I did research, extensive research about division in lifting - powerlifting, bodybuilding, Crossfit and PX90.

Live well
However, I didn't let this health initiative consumed my life. I hanged out with my friends, and I planned my cheat days so that it could be accommodated with my usrah - in which usually we would eat a lot!

I also took note of Arnold's advice - build your body and give back to community. I taught my overweight friends and housemates how to live healthily. My room mate loss 5 kg in two weeks :) I tried to educate my family about good foods and bad foods.

We stayed away from oily foods, excessive carbs, and we bought a lot of fruits and experimented with various veggies (most of the time haha!)


Kapas Marang Swimathon
At last, the awaited moment came. One week before competition, I virtually didn't do anything. Just maintained my healthy foods and toured KL with my siblings.

Kapas Marang Swimathon was a race - long distance from Kapas Island to Mainland Pantai Kelulut. Around 6.5 kilometers shortest distance. This year, the participants were around 530++ from all around the world including USA, Belgium, France, South Africa and many more. About 60 kayaks, 4 jet skis, and two big maritime boat were placed for safety.

My plan was just me going bringing a tent so I could sleep near the beach. But, fortunately, my parents wanted to come along (I was so happy!). They rented a home stay, and we had a lot of fun the day before. My siblings went to the beach where I would be swimming and they played around. Me? I just watched the choppy and big waves come and go. I enjoyed the moment. The happiness. The near-accomplishment feeling.

Three days prior, I have started my carb loading phase to increase my glycogen store. So, yeah, I ate a lot. Alhamdulillah.

That day, I woke at 4.30 in the morning. Did my qiam, kissed my sleeping mom and siblings and went to the jetty at 5.30 am with my dad. I felt proud - seeing so many Muslims did stop at the surau to pray just before the ferry took off at 6.00 am. Muslim swimmer!

On board of the ferry, I met two new friends. We talked about how we trained and what foods we ate and many more. At 7.30 am, the body marking started. A 228 digits were marked at my lengan. I ate my power bar. Just so that I would not exhaust myself too much during the swim. Funny, some pakciks went to mark their numbers on their bellies. It was cute though.

We had around 30 minutes to warm up. I jogged a little, do some push ups and stretching, just to get my blood pumping.

There was something I wanna search during the swim. I don't know. What I knew was I just needed to complete the swim. I prayed to Allah before the gun was shot - so that I found what I was searching for.

During a warm up session. You see all those boats. That's security. 

We had a little bit briefing. And we were informed that that day current was a bit strong and we need to see the direction the boat was anchored to figure out the strong current. Mr Chan, who was the director said the shortest distance was 6.5 kilometers but the total distance we might swim due to the strong current probably about to 8- 10 kilometers - unless our stroke was strong and steady, we would be surely pushed aside a little bit time to time.

Some of us wanted to race and finish the swimathon as soon as possible. But there people like me, who were just there to enjoy the view and cruise peacefully through the beautiful vast ocean.

Bamm! The gun was shot. I quickly started my freestyle. Not too slow, but not too fast. Relaxing and keeping pace with the main crowd. It was so enjoying and relieving. I felt so free. Some of us started to do strokes for fun - butterfly and breast stroke. I was too. It was so fun, I waited for the big wave to come then splash I stormed out from the water with my butterfly stroke. It felt so majestic! I saw a few pakciks in front of me also were doing the same thing.

In the middle, I started feeling disoriented. About 1 hour 45 minutes after the release. I had my watch. So I watched my time closely to track my course. A kayak called me out, saying that I was so far from the main course. The current pushed many of the swimmers aside. The current was strong. I needed to learn to use my front hand during the freestyle to 'feel' whether the wave would be up or down so that I could catch my breath properly. If not, when my face emerged, it would be covered in water then I would lose my chance to breath properly. Breathing needed to be kept steady. I didn't want any accumulation of lactic acid to interrupt the swim.


There was a time when I lifted my head to relax - I saw nothing in front of me, behind, left and right. No kayaks, no main land, no pulau, nothing. Perhaps the waves were too high I couldn't see anything. I felt afraid. But then, I felt thrilled. Still, in the midst of the swim, I couldn't help but to feel we humans are incomparably small. So small, tiny, and helpless. That's the way I felt during the swim. To Allah, the Lord of the seven seas I praised. Subhanallah. In the middle of that swim, I felt the loneliness. Only Allah and me. It felt romantic though.

I slowed my pace a while. My watch showed 2 hours 30 minutes had elapsed. The fatigue just started to kick in. I stopped at a kayak for one minute to drink water. In that condition, water was essential. I swam and accidentally gulped a lot of sea water. So, I was dehydrated. Then, Alhamdulillah, I saw the balloon arc finishing gate at far sight.

"At last" I sighed. The sun started to glare already. I did not apply any lotion or sunblock cream. At that time, there were three swimmers with me. And we seemed to struggle to set the direction of our swim because the current kept pushing us away. We needed to do sighting every few and then to really optimize our remaining energy. I felt so exhausted. My deltoids and triceps started to burn.

The last phase seemed the longest. The water kept pushing me back. Felt tired of sighting, I just counted until 200 strokes every time to sight.

At last! I arrived. I saw my brothers Ayaz dan Saif were jumping excitedly seeing me out of the water. Other swimmers also beside me, three of them. All of us somehow a bit disoriented. We could not stand properly and walked like a drunk person. We were greeted by a government official. He gave me the shirt and congratulated me with the finisher medal.

Somewhere I belong
I searched for my mum and dad quickly after that. I found my mum and I hugged her very very closely. Tears escaped my eyes. Thank you mama. I hugged my dad. He gave me a manly pat behind my back and said, "Mama cakap menyesal lepaskan Asif dalam laut tadi. Ingatkan asif tak sampai-sampai mama takut asif lemas" and he laughed. My mum laughed also. Well, that was happiness. And my brothers all came to me to peluk-peluk. Haha geli. Tak pernah nak peluk sebelum ini pun, tetiba.

Still disoriented!

I found what I searched. Alhamdulillah. It's a secret. But, trust me, the swim was worthy. Definitely.

I shut down during the trip back home, and my deltoids and traps were sore as bad as they could be. I could not even lift my hands to drive. Imagine!

And the sijil!

One day, I will compete in a triathlon event. Aim set. Let us execute.

Swimmer's ear - a gift on the first night of Ramadhan

Before Ramadhan, two weeks to be exact, I got an ear infection due to my frequent swimming workout. Funny thing is, the infection I was getting in the outer ear was known as 'Swimmer's ear'. Or scientifically, otitis externa.

The first days were very painful. I couldn't dive deeper because my right ear felt so painful, it sounded like it was cracking inside. I went to buy earplugs, but kept losing it in the pool whenever I did my flip turn. But the ear became worse. Eventually, in two days, I lost almost 70% of my hearing on the right ear. It was my habit to clean up my ear after a swimming session, but obviously it was not enough. My sleep was interrupted due to sudden surge of pain and constant ringing in my right ear.

I went to the doctor. I took the ear drops and oral antibiotics. What happened was, some water was left near my eardrum, it clogged and made surrounding area suitable for bacteria, hence the infection. My ear canal was swelling, and also my eardrum didn't vibrate the way it should. Even the otoscope almost did not fit into my ear.

So, the days of misery began. I valued music. I listened to the Quran, songs, and music, and I often wondered how beautiful music would be in the Heaven. I was specifically grateful for the hearing that Allah had bestowed upon me, more than any other parts of my body. Then, when my right ear failed to function properly, I somehow freaked out.

My hearing became muffled, I failed to detect where the sound was coming from. And I could hear the sound next to my ear like it was 2 meters away. The ringing was somehow constant and it made me a bit off balanced. The ringing sounded like after you hear the flash bang. The ringing felt so close to my ear. My balance was off. Suddenly, I valued my hearing more than I had ever imagined.

I read the story of Urwah bin Zubair. How when his leg was amputated, his friend said 'Bergembiralah, kerana anggotamu itu telah mendahuluimu ke syurga..'. The last word my right ear listened to was al Mishary just before I went to sleep. So, as to calm myself, I also told myself the same thing. Getting myself prepared just in case I lost my right ear. Allah wanted to test me I thought, and I was going to be ready. To some people, it might not be important. But to me, my hearing is important. Especially when it comes to listening to music. How I appreciate details in the piece. Still, my hearing was from Allah.

I kept snapping and clapping slowly beside my right ear just to know when will my hearing come back. I went to the doctor twice, and the doctor told me that the infection still didn't go away. I got two kinds of ear drops later. More intensive. In one week, if I hadn't got better, he would refer me to an ear specialist. It was very tense. My right ear felt right it got a veil that blocked my hearing. A veil so close to my ear.

I told my mum about it. And I got a lecture on not-to-swim-again. I understood how she felt. Sometimes, when you get older, it was good to hear your mum's lecture. Missing those old days haha. My friends and lecturers were so supportive.

During the last evening of Syaaban, just before Ramadhan, I was at the mosque. Getting ready for the azan of the first night of Ramadhan. I was at the first saf, tilawah. Felt so pumped up. Although my right ear failed to function, it failed to stop my surge of excitement for the Ramadhan. Getting my FB and Twitter deactivated few days prior, I was sure to get a good warm up.

Like a novel, when the digital clock was beeping for Maghrib, I saw the bilal went to the mike. I stood up and felt very excited. 'Allah, here I come' I said. Then, miraculously, when the azan started 'Allahu Akbar!', masya Allah, the veil that had been blocking my right ear seemed to be gone. The hearing was still muffled, but my hearing was coming back! If before I could only hear 20-30%, it became up to 50-70%. I could really feel the difference. My tears broke out, and there I sujud syukur for my hearing in the middle of the azan. It was no coincidence. It was amazing. It felt amazing. It was like the bubble that had been blocking my right ear popped. And then suddenly the sound became much clearer.

Alhamdulillah, I thank Allah for my both ears. For all my parts of body, and family.

Now, I can hear up to 90% Alhamdulillah, no more pain, fever, ringing and off-balance.

1. I learned how to speak more slowly. Try closing both your ears with your fingers, and speak very slowly. You could hear it clearly. When my right ear failed to function properly, I hear what I said louder than normal. So I began to speak more slowly.

2. I couldn't wait to get back into the swimming pool. Missing swimming so much. My doctor refrained me from swimming till the ear infection had gone.

3. Syukur itu lebih tinggi martabatnya dari sabar.

4. Swimmers! Always be ready for this. Get yourself an ear drop to clean your ear after swimming. Maintain the pH of your ear, and avoid over-cleaning.

5. Some of you might wonder how I know that percentage of hearing. Hoho. I test it with my left ear and check the clarity over distance times 100.

6. Our hearing is one of the most amazing mechanism ever existed. It worked simultaneously with our brain. One of it is positioning. Good hearing works with our brain to position and trace where the sound comes from just from its amplitude and frequency. Try this 3d sound, barbershop, and say Alhamdulillah :) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUDTlvagjJA)

Happy Ramadhan guys!

Flashmob Surprise!

My project this month was to direct a flashmob in UiTM. Aqsa Syarif was offered a slot during the expo, and we managed to pool resources from other groups like ABIM dan Pembina to help us. Alhamdulillah, it was done smoothly.

The second one was to co-direct a flashmob at Padang Kota Lama, a state event organized by Aqsa Syarif Penang and IKRAM Penang. Jeritan Gaza, Laungan Syria - was an event organized to raise funds for Palestine and Syria. Alhamdulillah, we managed to raise RM97,000 on that day. With the support of bikers convoy from various 'daerah'. From Timur Laut, SPT(Seberang Perai Tengah), SPU, Balik Pulau and many more. The convoy was joined by ikhwah and bikers from Penang. Sedikit terkilan tak dapat join sebab kena manage flashmob.

Our storyline for the second flashmob was a bit different. We planned to involve audience. The original story went like this. The first scene showed a peaceful sight in Palestine. Kids playing football, women sitting together, mom and son walking around. Then the Zionists entered. Punching and hitting Palestinians(we did the punch and hit for real - with less force). After few moments of struggle, they froze. Then, a speaker among the Palestinians would melt and started the reflection session. The speaker would try his best to convince the audience to come forward and detain the Zionists. From this moment, the storyline would split into two. If 1) the audience managed to come forward and hold all the Zionists, we decided it would be a 'win' storyline. And it would end with a nasyid - and an invitation to keep supporting the cause. We wanted the audience to feel that they were also part of the issue. If 2) no one came forward or the Zionists outnumbered the audience who came forward, it would be a 'lose' storyline. Zionists then would melt and kill all the Palestinians. By this time, a leader from the Zionists will come forward and provoke the audience. The provocation was meant to make the audience realized that this flashmob was not meant for show only, but also an iniative or a kick-start to do something about the issue. Then the leader will freeze again and the speaker will take his mic, did a muhasabah session, stressing on 'Silence is Betrayal', and doing nothing was actually an immoral act. Then we ended it with a du'a. That's the basic storyline.

But, things went so differently. Although the flashmob went so smoothly, but the storyline deviated so far. I congratulate all the actors and volunteering audience for the 'sporting' reaction.

The actual story went like this. Me in this flashmob acted as a Zionist. The storyline went as usual until the speaker's first session. I wore a snow mask. When I saw the audience when we froze, I was like 'Oh No'. I saw ikhwah from convoy were there. Ikhwah was not meant to be part of the crowd. We did dispatch a crowd control, just in case the audience got fueled up and screwed up the storyline. And when the speaker started his session, to convince audience to step up, the first one to step up was an ikhwah, my roommate! His action somehow motivated others to join in. Pakciks, and even sisters volunteered to hold and stop the Zionists. One sister even used her umbrella to push a Zionist away. Still, our leader was not detained. So, the story was set to 'lose'. The crowd control managed to tell the audience they were outnumbered, and they must step out from the scene. The Palestinians were all killed. So far, things went as planned. When our leader started the provoking session, I saw two persons came to stop him. I said with my mask on to my friend next to me, "Ini tak ada dalam skrip ini. Jom, tahan derang jangan bagi depa kaco Zul". The two persons held Zul(the leader) so tight, my friend and I had to throw them away. I kicked his knee to lock him down, while my friend held another person tightly. It was harsh and hard. But it was expected. Because the scene started so real. With real throwing and hittings, so it was okay. After we held two of them, I felt a bit relieved. Macam tak ada lah lari skrip sangat. Zul then proceeded with his script. Suddenly, one of them said, "Ikhwah semua, masuk lah!! Takkan tengok je!". At that time I looked around, I said, "Oh no, ini konfem dah lari skrip dah ini". I screamed slowly to one of them "Woi, ini bukan skrip dia lah!". By this time, all the Zionists behind us were already fighting so they would not be detained. Of course they were resisting, this thing was not in the script and not meant to happen. My friend and I were the last, we fought as hard as we could to keep the story in line. I pushed here and there, struggled here and there. So did my friend. But, the audience were too many. Dah lah di padang, baru lepas hujan. My face ended up kissing the mud. The speaker really succeeded in touching the audience, I saw even pakcik, akak dan entah siapa entah pun datang tahan kami. They were holding us down for real.

The good thing was, the crowd took it for real. They thought it was the storyline. Even the audience who were pinning us down also took it for real. I thought, at least the audience did something. So the speaker continued his muhasabah session. He decided to opt for the 'lose' story line. Zul were also doing well dalam memangkah muhasabah speaker (Alif). Zionists dah lenguh di pin down. Even I too. Lama kot. Jadi masa Alif mula berdoa, that's the key word for us Zionists to get up and retreat. Bila Alif baru mula berdoa, Zul terus pangkah, "Jangan DOA!" and he said lots of things about adab Muslimin dalam berdoa, hidup seharian kita dan very good things mengenai hubungan mustajabnya doa dengan kehidupan seharian. Ini semua tiada dalam skrip. In a few moments later then Zul started screaming "Berundur!".

The doa was really touching. I saw crowds everywhere with tears.

So, it ended nicely, although I dare say that the flashmob happened not in the way we expected. It was better! Alhamdulillah.

After the flashmob ended, while resting, I was approached by a guy. He came to the event, and asked many things about boycott and what could he do as a student. You know where did he work? He worked at McD and amazingly he had the initiative to help and contribute. I explained him the rational behind boycott, relations between McD and Zionists and many more. My last advice before we parted, resign.

My classmate laughed actually behind the mask. "What? An umbrella? Come on."

Excellent flashmob team. Dari IKRAM Siswa UiTMPP dan USM, plus Alif dari UPM.

So here's my classmate. Dia sekarang dalam proses berhenti merokok. Seorang daripada my friend dah berhenti completely, sekarang tinggal dia dan lagi seorang. Dua-dua sekarang tengah hadkan sebatang sehari. Doakan mereka dipermudahkan. InsyaAllah, nak ajak join usrah lepas ni. :)

Subhanallah. Astaghfirullah.


That's all.

Salam.

Selamatkan Syria

Written in the stars [Part 5]

The river was beautiful. It flowed slow and smooth.

As if it was waiting for me to speak.

I took a deep breath.

I looked to the other side of the river.

I was worried.

You were sad. Your eyes were gloomy.

I could feel it. Deep.

The river was wide. The distance was painful, yet it was lovely.

I sighed. I did not have the power.

I wished I could swim there.

I sat down. 

I whispered,

"Remember Allah. Remember Allah. Remember Allah. And don't ever give up. Don't give up on Him."

The wind started to blow. So tender and soft.

As if it was comforting me and you.

The wind will carry my whisper to you.

I stood up.

I went.

"We are survivors and we are travelers. Don't get distracted, the real destination is Allah, and only Allah. Emotion is only a tool", I whispered, again.

I looked up, "O Allah.. keep the person safe, until I am able to cross to the other side".

Da'ie workshop oleh Dr Zakir Naik - pengajaran yang dalam mengenai rezeki

Satu hari masa tengah sibuk, dapat satu mesej. Dari Bro Mas Yuri. Invitation to Training by Dr Zakir Naik. Katanya ini closed event dan hanya boleh datang by invitation. I checked my calendar. The training was on 4th Oct, my examinations were on 2nd and 7th October. I had programs oleh IKRAM that 6th. I kept silence and did not reply. Hoping there would be a way out. To spend RM70 for me for that short amount of time was not wise. My pocket was indeed on a strict ration. Nak pinjam kereta ikhwah, tak ada yang idle. Nak tidur pula, ada program packed before dan after 4th. Program DnT. Kena amanah dengan janji dan masa. Punya lah fikir option. No reasonable options left.

My heart sank. Yes, indeed. It was a disappointing situation for me. I couldn't come to any of his talk. I hoped at least I could make it to the training. Just to meet him face to face. Punya lah kecewa dan sedih. Hati paksa juga untuk redha. Ada hikmah Allah buat macam ini. Akhirnya reply mesej Bro Mas. Cakap yang aku tak boleh pergi. Pergi mengadu sedih pada Allah. Doa sungguh-sungguh biar Allah tunjuk hikmah. Kenapa aku tak dapat pergi to even satu pun talk dia? Untuk aku, there are only a few things that can get my blood boiling. Aside from Palestine, gaming, superbike, math and science, it is majlis ilmu macam ini lah. Jadi bila tak dapat, boleh faham macam mana kecewa aku jadi.

Aku pun membawa diri lah di hadapan Allah. Minta ditenangkan hati (ceh). Alhamdulillah, aku lama-lama redha. Walaupun ada kecewa, tapi yakin hikmah Allah. 

Sampai satu hari, IKRAM Penang anjur MABIT. Selepas slot malam, kami pergi makan roti canai. Punya lah sporting YDP IKRAM Penang, dah lah ada title IR. Rilek je dengan kami mahasiswa ni. Lepas habis makan, kami kembali ke tempat Mabit. Masa itu ada dua ikhwah minta aku ajar pasal Bible dan Quran. Ikhwah tu anak usrah dia classmate aku, jadi anak usrah dia cerita lah pasal aku pada ikhwah tu. Aku pun buat bulatan di satu sudut kat surau, present topic Bible, Al Quran, its authenticity and comparison. Jadi lah macam halaqah sikit, sebab masa tu masa free jadi adalah beberapa ikhwah join sekali dengar presentation aku di sudut surau tu. Panjang jugak. Dah habis present, aku bukak soalan. Kemudian bila dah bersurai ada seorang akhi ni, pelawa aku nak tak jadi wakil Hidayah Centre Pinang pergi training 4th October. Aku masa mula-mula dengar macam tak percaya. 

Aku minta dia ulang balik point dan detail. Yang transportation semua disponsor etc. Aku pun macam terkejut. Aku jabat tangan dia kuat-kuat, sebab gembira gila. Nak peluk segan, sebab dia pakcik umur 40 lebih. Lepas bagi nama penuh dan IC aku sujud syukur. Menitis air mata keharuan (ceh lagi sekali). Masa itu memang aku seronok, aku doa sampai hati Allah usik aku macam ni. 

Aku pun clarify pada Bro Mas. Ada lagi dua slot rupanya. Aku pun ajak lah dua orang classmates aku. Yang anak usrah ikhwah yang tanya aku tu lah. Asalnya ajak ikhwah, tapi semua ada paper masa tu. 

Kami bertolak ke KL pukul 12 dari Penang, sampai terus solat di Masjid Negeri. Masa habis solat itu, aku rasa macam familiar sangat suara imam. Rupanya imam tu guru aku masa di Akademi Imam dulu, tahun 2009. Aku pernah cerita dulu, peserta akademi ini bacaan tajwid dia sangat outstanding me EXCLUDED. 30 orang satu Selangor dan KL. Tapi masa kami di akademi, perh, kaw-kaw kena tegur al fatihah sahaja dua jam lebih. Tajwid dan bacaan imam ini memang lah sangat kemas dan mantap. Tapi nak jumpa lepas solat tak sempat. Dia dah pergi. Cukup lah, tengok muka pun dah sejuk hati. Once a teacher, forever a teacher. Aku pun panjatkan doa untuk ustaz tu.

Kami akhirnya sampai di Concorde Hotel Shah Alam.

Not much to be said. Masa di sana. Cuma, bila nampak Dr Zakir Naik in front of me. My eyes swelled. Rasa macam nak menangis. It's not easy for me to be there, but Allah put me there. Right where I want to be. It's like Allah told me, that my presence there not because I wanted to be there, but Allah wanted me to be there. That's why I failed to find a way to attend the program the first time, and then Allah somehow put myself and brought me to the program the way He wanted. Allahu Akbar. Wastaghfirullah. Walhamdulillah. 

Dr Zakir Naik's presence was what inspired me. He being there in front of me, the feeling was indescribable. 

Plus masa forum ada Dr Amir Farid (I am still on a research about him, the way he talked and the way he acted during the URI program was different. I bet there are reasons for it, he's not calang-calang. I want to learn from him one day. I love to know what his views. I'll make him my teacher one day), Bro Shah dan Pakcik Nicholas. Bro Shah dan Pakcik Nicholas were there masa Ramadhan lepas untuk Majlis Iftar Perdana Hidayah Centre. I still remembered how pelik ikhwah Penang were when they came, I hugged them and talked with them macam kami dah kenal lama. Bro Shah is my teacher. I met him few times luar dari FCR. And Pakcik Nicholas lagi lah. Anak pakcik tu kawan baik aku, Omar. Selalu je pergi rumah dia, siap pinjam buku dia lagi in which sampai sekarang tak pulang-pulang (-.-). Jadi, pakcik tu memang kenal aku dari sekolah rendah lagi. These are all great teachers. I want to learn from them as much as I could.

Moga Allah beri kemudahan dan kekuatan untuk aku terus istiqamah di Penang. 

I just wanted to tell you, that my journey to KL was indeed amazing. How finally I was able to attend the program. It may not seem significant to you, but to me it was indeed a sign of Allah's wisdom. Moga Allah menjadikan aku asbab untuk tarik kawan-kawan aku di sini ke jalanMu. Amin.

Sempurna

Dulu, masa form 5, naqib saya pernah tanya, kalau dengar lagu ini ingat siapa?  In my mind, I don't have any clear answer at that time. Haritu masa ada Pameran KoKU di sini, lagu Sempurna by Andra ni dipasang. I took a sit and enjoyed it. I smiled. Alhamdulillah, the answer was very clear. I still remember before Hafidz my beloved respected senior flew to German, I sought his advice. He said, 'Jaga Iman, jaga Quran. Bergaul dengan orang-orang yang datang ke masjid/surau'. Orang-orang yang datang ke masjid di tengah-tengah kelatnya jahiliyah yang melanda, ialah mereka yang mencari kedamaian dan bi'ah solehah. Mereka yang mencari solitude untuk resolve konflik seharian.

Selamat menyambut Ramadan kawan-kawan sekalian. Cari Cinta Allah, cari sampai jumpa. Kekalkan momentum, jangan putus asa dengan dosa masa lalu. Ada sebab Allah suruh jadi 'tawwab' bukan 'taaib'. 'Tawwab' ialah mereka yang mengulang-ulang taubat mereka[Sinergi, Hilal Asyraf]. Cari taubat nasuha, cari cinta Allah, cari rindu Nabi, cari redha ibu ayah, cari cinta adik-beradik. Moga jumpa di Ramadhan kali ini. Amin ya rabbal 'alamin. Allahu yusahhil 'alaikum.

Kau begitu sempurna
Di mataku kau begitu indah
Kau membuat diriku
Akan selalu memujamu
*courtesy of LirikLaguIndonesia.Net
Di setiap langkahku
Ku kan selalu memikirkan dirimu
Tak bisa ku bayangkan
Hidupku tanpa cintamu


Janganlah kau tinggalkan diriku
Takkan mampu menghadapi semua
Hanya bersamamu ku akan bisa


Kau adalah darahku
Kau adalah jantungku
Kau adalah hidupku
Lengkapi diriku
Oh sayangku kau begitu
Sempurna, sempurna


Kau genggam tanganku
Saat diriku lemah dan terjatuh
Kau bisikkan kata
Dan hapus semua sesalku.

:) 

Askar Palestin Plastesin - [Global March to Jerusalem]

Salam.

Saya suka tunjuk pada adik-adik kecil saya, mengenai video-video Palestin, penindasan hak asasi manusia di seluruh dunia. Walaupun soalan yang ditanya ketika saya memasang video itu selalunya sukar untuk dijawab, contoh "Kereta kebal mana lagi kuat?, Askar ni baik ke jahat?, Kenapa orang Israel tembak budak?, Mana Allah tak tolong ke orang Palestin?, Pistol tu kalau kene tembak sakit ke?, Berdarah boleh mati ke?", tapi untuk kesedaran masa depan mereka, saya layan je. Ada satu hari, mereka beli Plastesin, saya tunjuk video-video Global March to Jerusalem, ini hasil karya saya dan mereka, Ayaz dan Saif. :D

Rumah orang Palestin

Adik-adik Palestin

Saja letak, nak tunjuk betapa keciknya model kami. Seni sungguh har har har..[poyo]

Adik-adik Palestin dengan pahlawan Palestin, dengan Bazuka dan roket mereka

Belakang tu macam mine, pijak meletup mati.

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Nak buat satu pengumuman. Ada event baru, nak anda semua sertai sama-sama. Samada di Malaysia, atau di luar negara. Yang lagi untung untuk mereka yang belajar di Timur Tengah.

Inisiatif baru dianjurkan, untuk mengajak semua citizen dunia yang mengambil berat terhadap hak asasi dan keadilan agar menyertai 'non-violent civil resistance' pada 30 Mac 2012 seluruh dunia. Event ini akan membawa mereka yang menyertai perarakan ini ke point terdekat tempat masing-masing dengan Jerusalem. Malah yang di Jordan, Syria, Mesir, point terdekat mereka ialah di gun-point Israeli soldiers. Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar.

Anda boleh baca mengenai Global March to Jerusalem di link di header blog saya di atas. Anda boleh baca About. Kalau anda ingin tahu mengenai objektifnya, anda boleh baca di Objectives. Kalau anda ingin tahu macam mana ia dilaksanakan, anda boleh klik Action Plan. Untuk website Gm2J Malaysia, anda boleh klik di sini.

Setakat ini sebanyak 23 NGO di Malaysia yang sudah mendaftar untuk terlibat bersama GM2J.

1. Al-Mustafa Foundation Malaysia
2. Aqsa Syarif Berhad
3. Dewan Pemuda Masjid Malaysia
4. Global Peace Mission
5. Islamic Relief Malaysia
6. Kelab Putera 1 Malaysia
7. Malaysian Medical Relief Society (MERCY Malaysia)
8. Malaysian Social Research Institute (MSRI)
9. Muslim Care Malaysia
10. Palestine Centre of Excellence (PACE)
11. Palestinian Cultural Organization Malaysia (PCOM) 
12. Persatuan Bulan Sabit Merah (PBSM)
13. Pertubuhan IKRAM Malaysia (IKRAM)
14. Pertubuhan Jamaah Islah Malaysia (JIM)
15. Pertubuhan Mawaddah Malaysia
16. Sekretariat ABIM Pusat
17. Sekretariat HALUAN Palestin
18. Sekretariat MAPIM
19. Viva Palestina Malaysia (VPM)
20. Yayasan Amal Malaysia
21. Yayasan Keamanan Sedunia Perdana (PGPF)
22. Yayasan Salam Malaysia
23. Yayasan Wanita Islam (YATI)

Tidak dipastikan andai ada lagi NGO lain yang ingin menyertai. Segalanya tertakluk pada keputusan mesyuarat. Anda boleh baca lanjut di sini Senarai NGO.

Wallahu a'lam. Segala usaha kita cuba, hasilnya kita serah pada Allah.

Viva Syria!

Along the years, I've adopted and adapted a big range of tolerance and acceptance towards many things. From fiqh mu'amalah to interfaith affairs. But one thing remains stern in me, is I can't stand watching others get oppressed and tortured. And I can't stand watching others continuing to support the regime - while we can and have the power to at least slow them down. I cannot comprehend the fact how could someone buy something that directly contributes to the death of someone else? And in me, there's a strong reason for me to feel that way. I will never force others to feel what I feel, but this feeling - the reconciliation of understanding and acceptance for the action will never happen in me. To be good, it is a continuous process, a personal conviction. But to stand up in solidarity in the least to voice out our support and at the same time NOT TO SUPPORT the oppressor, it is a must be for a human being. One life counts.

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Malaysians have launched a peaceful protest last Friday. Along with some Syrian people, we marched from Masjid Tabung Haji to the embassy. Led by Ust Ridhuan, we shouted slogans and we put up banners as signs of protest towards the oppression of the Syrians. The protest started straight away after Jum'ah prayer. Crowds gathered quickly upon being called by Ust Ridhuan. After an opening speech - explaining to curious crowds who wanted to know what this was all about, we began marching slowly accompanied by takbir and Khaibar calling. I met a few figures on my way, one of them was Syed Ibrahim. The exact same person who handed me appreciation awards in Al Amin's takrim few years back. I engaged him, and then raced back to the front line.

We passed by US Embassy. A year ago, this was the same spot we held a protest. A protest which ended up badly due to police's tear gas and skunk water. We walked a long way to the Syrian Embassy. While a few ustazs were riding a jeep, the front lines were dominated by Syrian people. One of them rode the jeep, and shouted in Arabic words of protests and prayers.

We later arrived at the vicinity of the embassy. We could not make our way in, as police barricades were blocking our way. And again, this time, I remembered a police, the same police guarding US Embassy last year during the protest. As usual, officers were equipped with complete riot-combating accessories. It makes sense. You can see, Syrian people have a very large body framework. The jeep stopped in front of the police line. A few ustazs made their way in to send written protest to the Syrian Embassy.

While waiting, a few figures rose to deliver their speech. Akram Ikrami GAMIS's current president, Rahimi from ABIM and Ust Idris Ahmad from PAS, and few others more. 

After the written protest was delivered, Ust Ridhuan gave a closing speech and we prayed to Allah, praying for the safety of Syrian people and all of the fighters around the world. We were dismissed then. Peacefully.

Leading the way

Two Syrians and a Palestinian

Foreingn friends

Palestinian guy giving speech

March Forward!

Early protester

Al-Jazeera's and Local's

Stopping point - in front of the embassy

Ust Idris Ahmad

Rabitah prayer

Akram Ikrami and a PKR lawyer

One of the banners

Crowd praying together

Peaceful ending

Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar. Moga Allah permudahkan perjuangan mereka di sana. Amin.

'Ansihni' - Nasihati aku

Selalu, datang masa-masa fatrah yang buatkan kita rasa macam nak futur. Rasa macam nak mula menyalahkan takdir, kenapa aku buat itu ini dulu, kalau lah aku buat itu dan ini, kalau kalau kalau. Cara terbaik, kalau tidak dapat menyendiri untuk bermuhasabah, carilah seorang yang kita percayai iman dan akhlaqnya, minta lah nasihat padanya.

Aku ingin berkongsi sedikit nasihat yang aku dapat daripada saudara Muhammad, junior aku dalam umur, senior dalam segenap aspek kehidupan. Nasihat ini aku dapat masa mereka sedang berkursus pengawas di Al Amin, dan aku ketua fasi ketika itu. Pada awalnya, aku tak berniat untuk berkongsi apa yang dinasihati, tapi aku merasakan kalau ia dapat memberi manfaat apa salahnya. Muwasofat yang ingin dibentuk pun salah satunya "Naafi'un lighairih". Walaupun nasihat yang aku minta spesifik, namun aku rasakan ia dapat memberi manfaat umum andai dikongsi.

"Muhammad, kalau ada kelapangan, ana nak jumpa nta sekejap, peribadi" pintaku ketika masa mereka menunggu waktu makan. Kami makan di kawasan surau, jadi aku bawa dia ke depan dan aku duduk bersila mengadap dia. Kami duduk bertentang. Ingin sahaja aku buat sebagaimana nabi dan Jibril, lutut bertemu lutut, tapi aku segan dengan dia.

"Muhammad, Ansihni, macam mana untuk ana menjadi hafiz yang baik, menjaga haq-haq al Quran, dan mengekalkan hati yang bersih? Iman ana semacam malap, dan ana memerlukan nasihat." aku bertanya dan meminta. Aku sangka mungkin dia akan menjadi sedikit kekok, bekas guru bahasa Inggeris merangkap seniornya meminta nasihat, tapi tidak. Dia memandang tepat pada mataku dan menunaikan haq aku untuk dinasihati.

Pesannya, aku harus ingat beberapa perkara untuk menjadi hafiz yang benar-benar menjaga. Yang pertama, mata yang aku pandang dunia mata yang sama itu juga lah aku akan gunakan untuk memandang Al Quran. Apabila aku keluar ke dunia yang tidak menjaga pandangan Allah, pada masa itulah aku harus beringat, yang mata aku yang dipinjam Allah ini perlu tekad menundukkan pandangan kerana mata inilah yang akan memandang Al Quran yang mulia itu.Yang kedua, telinga aku juga harus aku lakukan perkara yang sama. Jauhilah lagu-lagu yang liriknya tidak menambah iman, atau menambah kesyukuran untuk aku mensyukuri nikmat pendengaran itu. Jauhilah mendengar umpatan. Kerana dengan telinga itu lah aku akan mendengar bacaan Al Quran. Yang ketiga, mulut. Perhatikan setiap kata-kata yang keluar. Ingat sabda nabi, berkata baik atau diam. Tiga perkara yang disebut ini, tiga anggota inilah yang menjadi tempat jatuhnya baik atau buruk ke dalam hati. Kita jaga tiga ini, kita jaga hati. Hati kita terjaga, baiklah seluruh amalan kita. Bagaimana mungkin bercampurnya dosa dan pahala, maksiat dan ketaatan di tempat jatuhnya pandangan Allah, hati.

Untuk menjaga Al Quran, tiada cara lain. Mengulang dan mengulang dan mengulang. Aku selalu berprogram dengan adik Muhammad. Selalu, apabila kami fasi sudah bangun pukul 4.30 pagi untuk mengejutkan peserta, sering aku melihat dia sudah duduk di tiang surau mengulang Al Quran. Dia berkongsi, dia suka mengulang Quran sebelum Subuh. Kebiasaannya 5 juzu'. Dia berkongsi juga, untuk mereka yang sibuk, bila mana ada masa terluang, bacalah walaupun sedikit. Jangan tinggal. Kita jaga haq al Quran, kita juga akan terjaga. Akhlaq kita akan melambangkan akhlaq al Quran.

Terakhir, sentiasa ingat Allah dan merendah diri. Dalam hidup seharian, matlamatkan Nabi Muhammad sebagai model terbaik dalam hidup manusia.

Kemudian aku bertanya, "Ana pernah buat kesilapan masa silam ana. Yang mana sampai sekarang, ana masih menyesal, ana masih menghukum diri ana, dan ana masih merasakan Allah menghukum ana. Bukan ana tak pernah insaf dan taubat, ana dah buat, dan ana tak pernah berhenti sampai sekarang. Tapi, ana masih tak nampak jalan keluar dari permasalahan ana sekarang. Sedikit lagi nasihat? Boleh?"

"Nta kena terus yakin dengan apa yang nta sedang usahakan sekarang. Untuk orang yang bertaqwa, Allah akan bagi jalan keluar. Nta kena usaha dan yakin. Allah uji nta, nak dekatkan nta lagi dekat dengan Allah..........." dan panjang lagi, yang mana menjadi sedikit peribadi.

Alhamdulillah. Ini sedikit perkongsian, untuk aku dan juga kalian yang menginginkan sedikit 'kickstart' untuk terus memacu dalam jalan mencari redha Allah yang berat dan penuh ujian.

Walaupun mungkin simple, tapi itu yang ajaib. Kata-kata orang beriman, lain kesannya. Semacam tumpatnya ucapan Naib Mursyid Ikhwan, diselang-selang terjemahan, namun memberi kesan yang mendalam. Alangkah baiknya andai aku dikurniakan hati yang jernih untuk mengagumi sirah dan akhlaq nabi, dan juga setiap orang salih supaya aku tak tercicir mutiara walau sedikit.

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Inilah dia orang yang aku meminta nasihat daripadanya. Dia sekarang tingkatan lima, di Al Amin Gombak. Beradab dan humble orangnya. Walaupun hebat, very approachable.

Ini gambar adik Muhammad beberapa tahun lepas.

Ini gambar terkini dia semasa Kursus Pengawas di Al Amin Gombak 2012. Baru dua minggu lepas. Semasa slot 'Master Chef', mereka masak macam-macam, yang mana secara peribadi pandangan aku, ketua Fasi dan fasi-fasi lain, ternyata skil memasak kaum lelaki lebih hebat. :)

Kurus kan dia? Aku sekarang pun tengah follow diet plan dia. Tak makan nasi - dia memang tak makan nasi, masa program pun. Makan roti, cereal dan biskut. Memang menjaga betul. No wonder kami boleh menangis bermakmumkan dia semasa Qiam. Senior aku yang jadi fasi pun minta dia baca macam-macam masa Qiam, gaya bacaan Al Afasy lah, Saad lah, Mahir lah. Dia senyum je.

Konferens Riang

Masa kali pertama aku mendapat senarai nama daripada penyelaras, "Allah.. layak ke aku nak bawak budak-budak ni? Tak apa. Pelan-pelan kayuh". Masa kali pertama liqa', macam-macam fikrah gamaknya. Semua ada. Mereka ahli Nuqaba' Council SMIAAG. Mereka ini semua naqib-naqib untuk halaqah adik-adik tingkatan satu dan dua. Kali pertama liqa', aku buat jamuan. Depan pejabat sekolah. Nak tengok sorang-sorang, kenal dalam-dalam. Biar rapat hati.

Selepas itu, ada yang mula tak datang. Aku tahu - mereka tak bersetuju dengan dakwah Ikhwan. Advanced sungguh budak-budak zaman sekarang. Aku masa form 5 tak tahu pun mende alah macam ini. Tapi tak apa. Proceed dengan siapa yang ada. Mula-mula agak awkward. Ke arah mana aku nak bawa anak buah aku. Silibus ada, tapi aku rasa tak sesuai dengan mereka. Aku pun jumpa penyelaras, minta nak bawakan beberapa topik lain dari silibus. Alhamdulillah, diluluskan.


Membina, bukan sahaja tautan hati, tapi kefahaman - Muharikah
Dalam tempoh pertama, aku ulangkaji balik nota-nota lama usrah dulu. Ambil buku rujukan modul tarbiyah Islamiyah yang aku beli masa aku jaulah di Indonesia, rujuk balik Maza Ya'ni. Aku bentang tajuk Madlulusy Syahadah (Dalil-dalil syahadah), Syarat Syahadah, Ma'na La Ilaha Illallah. Semua ini berjalan dengan panjang dan perlahan. Aku sediakan peta minda. Nota. Aku selang-selikan dengan ta'aruf. Iya. Sebab aku masih baru dengan mereka, aku nak bina tautan hati. Sesi ini agak lama. Tambah pula topik ini topik aqidah. Nabi Muhammad SAW ambil masa nak dekat 13 tahun, tanam aqidah dalam dada sahabat betul-betul. Tanam iman dalam-dalam.

Kemudian aku masuk bab nubuwwah. Lepas aku rasa semua dah jelas, aku proceed dengan buku 'Apa erti aku menganut Islam?' bahagian pertama. Bab Aqidah sahaja sudah makan masa yang lama. Bila tanya balik naqib aku pasal tajuk-tajuk aqidah itu untuk clear betul-betul, selalu kene bidas - "Itulah..dulu masa ana explain, anta main, anta tido, anta makan..ha..skng datang merayu nak talaqqi pulak". Aduh. Setempek kena. Dalam hati nak tergelak. Perli-perli dia pun, akhirnya dapat juga duduk semeja. Dia korbankan masa bertahun-tahun bina kami masa di Al-Amin. Dari tingkatan tiga lagi. Aku dan kawan-kawan aku pula, kalau ada bantal krohhh, ada keropok ngappp, ada air slurrrp. Sebab itu bila aku fikir balik, kalau dia boleh bersabar dengan kerenah kami, kalau dia sanggup endure lamanya kami nak develop kefahaman dan minat - aku mesti boleh. Aku bersetuju dengan Ustaz Hasrizal - sesimple mana presentation kita, haruslah ada preparation. Lagi-lagi dengan anak-anak usrah. Untuk membina manusia, perlu ada banyak faktor hadir serentak. Perlunya niat yang betul, semangat dan jiddiyah yang tinggi, sistem gerak kerja yang berkesan, silibus yang teratur, dan paling penting sekali - redha Allah. Yang penting, kita ambil serius dan buat terbaik untuk membina manusia.

10 peribadi muslim

Masa ini, fokus aku untuk bina peribadi Muslim. Memang aku sendiri masih cuba untuk fulfill perkara ini. Dan aku nak mereka tahu aku pun bersama-sama dengan mereka untuk membina diri mereka. 10 Peribadi Muslim."Lambat lah bang nak kahwin kalau tunggu semua ni siap..". =.=' Asyik nak kahwin je. "Tak apa, nta buat, nanti ada lah bunga yang sedang membina diri pun sampai. Kalau dah sampai seru, sama-sama lah bina diri dan masjid."


Quran wanewani! - Benih suburrr..
Tiap-tiap kali mula halaqah, aku mula dengan baca Quran. Kemudian aku minta seorang demi seorang round table, cuba explain pengajaran yang mereka dapat dari ayat yang kami baca. Setiap kali. Aku nak tekankan betapa seorang ikhwah perlukan Quran. Biar mereka kenal Quran macam kenal tapak tangan sendiri. Tengok Quran-Quran akhawat, fuuh. Berseri-seri dengan pelekat warna-warni. Silau mata memandang. Tapi ikhwah tak perlu sangat lah nak pelekat-lekat kan? Kita main lekat sikit-sikit je. Untuk tahun ini sahaja - aku go through Maza Ya'ni bahagian pertama. Aku tanam dalam-dalam sirah-sirah nabi dan sahabat, fasa Makkah & fasa Madinah. Selalu buat kuiz. Minta mereka kaitkan diri dengan sahabat-sahabat nabi. Kaitkan sehari-hari dengan nabi. Biar dekat di hati. Sampai masa tamrin mereka, penceramah tanya soalan pasal sirah - mereka lah yang menjawabnya, laju pula. Penceramah tanya, mereka angkat, jawab. Tanya, angkat, jawab. Lepas itu semua pandang aku buat muka bangga sorang-sorang dapat jawab soalan penceramah.

Lepas segmen sirah, masuk ahwalul muslimin. Hal ehwal umat Islam. Aku suka cerita pasal Palestin. Sebab aku nak mati dekat sana satu hari nanti. Lepas itu, aku open counter untuk mereka bercerita update diri, ibadah, luahan hati dan hal-hal sekolah. Sebab mereka pimpinan sekolah, kadang-kadang sesi itu jadi panjang. Sampai ada yang tertinggal bas. Tumpang orang lain balik. Bulatan comel aku buat tiap-tiap Jumaat, 4.30 sampai 6.30 petang. Kadang-kadang anjak Khamis, sebab nak iftar sekali. Akhir sekali, mutaba'ah ibadah. (*Ada part yang dirahsiakan. Harap maklum.)

 Kadang-kadang, bila fikir balik tanggungjawab yang dipikul sangat berat. Aku perlu menggalas tugas walid - syeikh - qaid - 'alim. Kasih sayang - pembentukan diri - kepimpinan - ilmu. Banyak betul. Tapi bila fikir balik dah ramai yang usaha sehabis baik mereka untuk membina manusia, dan Allah permudahkan mereka. Aku juga menginginkan begitu.

Pelik, bila aku yang bawa mereka terasa ruhiyah aku yang naik pula. Tengok muda dan jernih jiwa mereka, amat rugi kalau disia-siakan untuk umat.

Mana Jemaahnya?
Kadang-kadang ada juga anak buah yang tertanya-tanya, bila lah aku nak perkenalkan jemaah pada mereka. Oh tidak. Tidak lagi. Aku dengan naqib aku dulu 3 tahun menunggu. Dah habis SPM baru dia introduce. Aku pun macam itu. Kenalkan pada Allah, pada Islam, pada ukhuwah, pada wajibnya beramal untuk Islam dari segi prinsip, hukum, dan darurat. Kenalkan pada nabi, senang cerita biar kenal semua. Kemudian baru pilih jalan mana yang mereka nak serahkan komitmen seumur hidup mereka. Lepas itu, aku ambil prinsip - tak perlu nak cerita keburukan jemaah lain untuk ajak mereka masuk jemaah sendiri. Itu tindakan pengecut. Kata pejuang. Kena lah gentlemen.

Jadi, akhir liqa' kami minggu lepas. Di Ulu Yam. Sedihnya. Aku pesan elok-elok, macam naqib aku pesan pada aku, "Anak buah bukan milik naqib. Jangan sekali-kali ingat sebab kita dakwah dia, dia milik kita". Milik siapa jadinya? Milik Allah, hadiah untuk umat yang sedang bangun.

Untuk naik atas, kena ikut tangga dia. Aku selalu cakap dengan anak buah aku. Kita buat kerja kita. Jangan sibuk hal orang lain. Maratib amal itu kena tertib kita follow. Kadang-kadang mereka pun pening. Kenapa kita tak join je yang dah ada? Atau mana-mana? Kita tak bersatu lah kalau macam ni. Ye ke? Aku tanya balik. Aku tunjuk tangan aku - dalam tangan ada apa? Ada sel otot, ada kulit, ada connective tissue, ada urat saraf, ada bulu, semua ada. Untuk apa? Supaya tangan ini dapat berfungsi dengan baik. Untuk bersatu, tak perlu menjadi satu. Bila ada khilafah naik nanti, kita akan patuh pada yang telah naik. Sementara itu, kita teruskan dengan membina. :)


Memori best!
Yang paling aku ingat, masa bulan Ramadhan. Nak iftar, kami semua pergi pasar malam. Ada seorang anak buah aku, naik motor dengan aku, entah macam mana mungkin sebab berat, tayar motor pecah. Haha. Habis aku balik rumah kena perli dengan Mama tersayang turunkan berat badan.

Lepas itu, dengan mereka ini, janganlah buka topik kahwin ke cinta ke. Habis dua jam masa silibus dihabiskan meluahkan perasaan, melayan rindu dendam, tak sabar nak dewasa mende alah. Jadi lah tempat luahan. Macam-macam ditanya pasal mende alah perasaan ini. Penat jugak den nak mendengar satu-satu. Kelahkah pun ade.

Rehlah - syok sekali. Kitorang sangat suka mandi sungai dan makan ayam dan daging bakar! Dan mereka suka suruh aku terjun tempat tinggi dulu. Suka suruh aku masuk sungai dulu. Bila aku suruh mandi dulu masa kami bakar ayam, dok kate sungai kene dirasmikan dulu. Lepas itu bila aku keluar nak buat pengisian sikit sebelum balik, semua nak ajak buat dalam sungai. Dalam sungai pula duduk sibuk main masukkan pasir dalam baju orang, simbah-simbah air kat orang, sampai main tarik seluar pun ada. Nasib baik aku duduk jauh-jauh awal-awal lagi. Mereka kalau dah 'masuk air' lain jadi nya. Haha. Bila nak balik, semua liat nak keluar dari air. Macam badak pun ada. Rindu betul.

Ada yang tak datang masa ini. Semuanya ada 9 orang.

Sebab mereka budak SPM, aku sangat stresskan untuk mereka fokuskan pada belajar. Letak seiring. Seimbangkan. Antara fungsi bulatan comel ini pun, mentawazzunkan fikrah. Balance balik, takut lepas balik rumah terlepas tarbiyah zatiyah seminggu, timbul rasa nak bias itu ini, fanatik itu ini, betul salah itu ini, bosan best itu ini - jadi balance balik. Biar mereka tengok dunia dengan kaca mata yang rabbani.

Sinergi!

Lima batch berkerjasama untuk menjayakan Kem Qiyadah tahun ini. 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17. Batch mane? Tengok kat jari kami.

Harapan aku, lepas mereka keluar. Mereka lah yang aku membangunkan umat di luar sana, pada masa yang sama tak melupakan Al-Amin tempat menyemai benih-benih subur untuk umat.


Terjun jangan tak terjun! 
Sekian. Penceritaan aku tentang bulatan gumbira aku bersama-sama anak-anak buah aku. Memang tak boleh cerita banyak-banyak. Mende ni kami rahsiakan selalu..sebab spesel :)

Amir Luqman - nak jadi akauntan.

Aku lah tu...

Nabeel di New Zealand

Khairul Iman bakal ustaz

Faruuq nak pergi belajar pondok Pasir Tumboh

Falah Azmi doktor muda.

Wassalam.

p/s - Siapa nak usrah>? Minat untuk membina diri, meningkatkan ruhi, mengenal Islam, bertemu dengan kawan-kawan yang OSEM dan sanggup mati untuk agama, tak perlu takut untuk buat salah sebab sini semua tegur je -tak simpan dalam tak main belakang. Dan paling best, kat sini semua manusia! Tak ada yang sempurna, tapi mengejar sempurna! :DD

p/s - Kalau nak, sila mesej! Haritu dah jumpa seorang lepasan SPM sekolah agama, nak mencari usrah. Jadi, kalau engkau orang pun nak join, sila lah. Komen boleh di sini, di FB pun boleh, mesej pun boleh.

Pemenang tempat kedua video OSEM Angel Pakai Gucci '11. Jom bangun sama-sama lawan raksaksa!