A sacred month is now casting its shadow upon us,
A night of this month is superior than a thousand months,
Bear with patience for the sake of Ar-Rahman,
It is a nonstop training to toughen our Imaan.
Glory is to Allah who sent Ramadan as a mercy to mankind,
It is a purification of our heart, our body, and our mind
With the most sincere dedication and love we fast,
To be cleansed and free from sins of the past.
Glorified is He, who choose this holy month,
To experiment our sabr and fill our hearts with warmth,
Of his Divine Light, His blessings shall glow,
The Seer of the unseen, all He does know.
Do we truly sense all these in heart?
Or are we doing what is not taught!!
The ones in the stage of loss are those who do not remember,
Confronting ALLAH in unbelievable shiver.
O Allah! For thee, let my breath be more pleasant than musk,
O Allah! For thee, let me be thankful when day turns to dusk,
My thoughts and heart are purified, my eyes truly see…
This blessed month, the month of spiritual rhapsody!
O ALLAH! For thee, my life I shall live!
O ALLAH! For thee, my soul I shall give!
In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind,
Praise be to Allah, who sent Ramadan as a gift to mankind.
“Ramadhan….apa ertinya aku di bulan ini? Seolah-olah seperti hari-hari biasa aku lalui…
kosong…hambar...” Aku berkata pada diriku sambil menggagahkan diri yang malas ini untuk bangun bersahur.
Setelah selesai membersihkan diri ala kadar, aku bersahur walaupun aku tahu aku tak perlukan pun. Kurma keluaran Science Herb dan roti Hi5 menjadi pilihanku. Setelah selesai makan, aku pun minum beberapa teguk air mineral. Memandangkan 10 minit lagi waktu subuh akan masuk, aku pun bergegas kemaskan diri dan tempat bersedia untuk solah subuh.
Jikalau sebelum ramadhan hadir, aku lebih kerap ke masjid UIA atau musolla mahallah untuk solah subuh, tetapi kini, kemalasan aku bertambah berkali-kali ganda untuk ke sana, aku lebih rela solah bersendirian di bilik 1.4 mahallah siddiq walaupun aku tahu 27 kali ganda pahala bagi mereka yang solah berjamaah.
Selepas subuh adalah waktu wajib aku tidur. Jikalau tidak ada kelas pagi itu, aku akan tidur sampai zohor. Jikalau ada kelas, waktu tidur aku hanya 1 jam. Tidak puas tidur. Aku tidur dengan sengaja walaupun aku tahu bahawa hukumnya makruh.
Satu hari satu muka surat untuk membaca Al-quran pun amat susah diaplikasikan sedangkan Al-quran tafsir berharga RM35 yang aku beli sebelum kehadiran Ramadhan dengan niat untuk dibaca. Tetapi niat tidak kesampaian. Aku lebih rela menghabiskan masaku dengan mengikuti sambungan Naruto Shippuden dari membaca secebis ayat Al-quran.
Dalam kelas semasa Pensyarah mengajar, setengah masa kelas adalah masa tidurku. Aku tidur bukan kerana aku berqiam di pagi hari. Aku tidak rasa letih pun.
Tetapi realiti kemalasanku di bulan ramadhan ini berbeza ketika waktu berbuka puasa. Aku sanggup pergi ke bazaar Ramadhan yang terletak 1 km dari bilik ku, berlagak seperti orang yang memenuhi fiqh ibadah berpuasa. Hidangan berbuka puasa aku hampir setiap hari mencecah angka RM10 atau lebih. Saat berbukalah aku akan ikut sunnah Rasulullah. Bila orang lain bertanya kepadaku kenapa berbelanja begitu banyak, aku akan menjawab bahawa Rasulullah pernah bersabda “Dua kegembiraan orang mukmin ialah waktu berbuka puasa dan saat bertemu dengan ALLAH” Jawapan memang benar tapi dari mulut orang yang penuh kehinaan.
Persoalannya disini, mengapa? Mengapa dibulan yang dikatakan bulan mulia ini aku semakin bersimpang? Mengapa amalan aku di bulan ini semakin berkurang? Jikalau disebabkan kekurangan ilmu, maka jawapannya salah. Aku tahu tentang hukum hakam asas fiqh berpuasa. Mustahil aku tidak tahu kerana aku membesar dalam keluarga yang amat menitik beratkan soal ibadah.
Jadi apakah masalahku sebenarnya? Setiap tahun di bulan Ramadhan pengalaman bodoh begini yang akan aku lalui. Aku tahu di bulan ini amalan sunat digandakan pahalanya seperti amalan wajib, amalan wajib pahalanya seperti digandakan 70 kali. Tetapi aku langsung tidak berminat untuk beramal. Mengapa? Sedangkan mudah sangat untuk beramal. Membaca satu huruf ayat Al-quran sudah dikira 10 pahala.
Sebenarnya jiwa aku terseksa begini. Rasa bersalah sentiasa menyalutiku. Aku rasa seperti tidak mahu hidup. Mati kelihatan lebih baik bagiku. Bukankah beramal kerana ALLAH itu lebih baik dari duduk bersahaja?
Memang benar, Ramadhan tahun ini memang hambar dalam diriku. Aku berpuasa tetapi hanya menguruskan perut, megurangkan berat badan, mendahagakan tekak, meletihkan otot, Tetapi satu habuk pun aku tak akan dapat dengan berlakon seperti org yang tidak bermaya.
Konsep untuk mendapatkan kelazatan dibulan Ramadhan sebenarnya bukan dengan makan masakan yang sedap-sedap di Restoran class A, tetapi dengan banyakkan beramal dan berdoa agar kita dapat Rahmat ALLAH.
Aku merayu di saat Ramadhan ini masih berbaki, agar aku dapat menggagahkan diri ini untuk bangkit beramal kerana ALLAH.
Memang susah untuk beramal, perjuangan meraih Rahmat ALLAH ini memang dengan kesusahan.
This is my previous entry in my former blog...I think that I wanna share with all of you...One of my favourite articles...I think...May The Blessings of ALLAH be Upon us...ameen..
I woke up with a pain on my neck and a sore on my back. I could hardly turn my neck and move my aching body. I strained to look at my P990i Sony Ericson cell phone on the table. It was already 6.50 am, Oh ALLAH!! I must have overslept. “It looks like today is not my day” I murmured.
As fast as lightning, I ran downstairs to the toilet but only to find it occupied. I could hear my siblings reciting Al-Quran; this meant they had already finished performing Subuh prayer. “I’m very late” I said. Impatiently, I waited for another 5 minutes before my youngest brother appeared. I dashed into the bathroom to do whatever was needed.My Goodness, the water was freezing cold! Those who had their shower before me must have over-used the water heater, making me wait for another 5 minutes in order to use it. “I can’t wait! I’m late!” So I had no choice but to have a quick cold bath.
After washing up I felt more alive. I returned to my room and got dressed for school. It seemed such a long time to get dressed when I had to hurry. I performed Solah and rushed downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat.
I was terror-stricken for a minute to see what was left on the table.My watery mouth dried out as there was nothing but cold coffee and bread crumbs left. My greedy brothers had eaten everything. My mother told me that it served me right for getting up late. I sighed deeply and ran out of the house. I mounted on my bicycle and moved 5 meters before I realized that I left my school bag. I dismounted and hurried upstairs to get it. I moved another 5 meters after remounting the bicycle before I realized I had a flat tyre.
It was so infuriating. It was a total screw up. I wanted to scream to death. My neck hurt, my back felt sore, I took a cold shower, had no breakfast and then my tyre was flat. But I calmed myself; I got down, and pushed the bicycle to a shop 500 meters away.
When I reached the shop, I was astonished to see that it was closed. What was I thinking? It was seven thirty. I was so late for school but was too early for the shop to open. So I left the bicycle in front of the shop, praying that they would know that it was my bicycle.
I walked to the bus stand a stone’s throw from there and waited. I tried to recite some versus from the Al-Quran as I forgot to do it this morning. The bus came at eight. I was really late for school.
When I finally arrived at school, classes were in full session. In fact even the first period was over. The headmaster caught me for coming late and gave me an unbearable scolding, but I was in no mood to argue. I just wanted to go to class.
I entered class when the additional mathematics teacher was there. I received another scolding for being late. Five minutes later I received yet another, for forgetting to bring my scientific calculator. How might it be possible to take an additional mathematics test when I had no calculator in hand?! I was neither Einstein nor Ibnu Sina. I couldn’t do this on my own – I mean without using a calculator. So I spent the whole period trying to hide my tears.
The rest of the day was a big mess. I couldn’t concentrate. I felt that I sort of went through each and every period of class half aware of the otehrs. My eyes were on the teacher but I didn’t know which planet I was on. When the bell rang, automatically my thoughts returned conscious again. Only one thing I remembered, home sweet home.
I was so glad to be back home walking. All my money for that day went into my stomach. So I had no money to buy for the bus fee. I thought everything would end up happily ever after but I was wrong. It hadn’t ended yet.
After lunch I wanted to take a nap but I couldn’t shut my eyes. My neck was killing me. So I tossed and turned, I thought that it would make me better but the pain grew even worse. Finally I gave up and went to the garden to relax.
Evening past and but I didn’t even bother to go and play. I just wanted to have dinner and go to bed.
Isya’ came and we – my siblings and me prayed together. After what seemed to be a long wait, my sister told me dinner was ready. I had a quick dinner as I lost my appetite. After dinner, I rested a while, had a shower and went to bed.
Hours past but my eyes didn’t want to close. It was already midnight. The darkness of the night accompanied me. Only dimmed light from the table lamp could be seen. Suddenly, I felt something strange inside me. There was a physical change in my body. My heart was pumping hard. Then my eyes were brimming with tears and it went streaming through my cheeks.
“Today I’ve become a spoilt brat. I forgot about my CREATOR. HE has done everything to me for a good reason. Every hardship I’ve been through today is simply to teach me.”ALLAH didn’t promise that this life would be easy, but HE promises to go with you in every step of your life. You should go anywhere with HIM by your side. “Today is all about teaching me the true meaning of life I’ll face when the time comes. But I failed!! I failed to train myself as a humble servant!! I failed to follow HIS decree!! I failed in every test He gave me today.” “This is nothing compared to what my Palestinian brothers are facing. I am a failure!! Useless!! Our prophet has said that “By remembering ALLAH, our hearts will remain calm.” I didn’t feel calm because I didn’t remember Allah purposely!!” “ I did not attempt hard enough to remember Allah today, I did nothing!!”
I jumped out of bed, took my ablution, and I pleaded for ALLAH’s forgiveness. The pain in my neck was suddenly gone. It suddenly disappeared into the thin air. Nothing is more important than the blessings from AR-RAHIM.
I woke up at 5 o’clock in the morning; I realized that I slept during the last prostration last night. My heart was glimmering with happiness. I have never felt this way before. Glory is to ALLAH. He has given me Skeena and He embraced me. Yesterday has been a hard day when everything went wrong but ALLAH has taught me that it is a day full of Skeena.
Sometimes you feel like sharing stuff with someone...I mean, you want to share your heart with those you love...But it will become a big problem because you do not know what to share with them!!!
Sharing is caring...It is indeed something in need... No one in this world will live without the beauty of caring one another...If you do not feel the warms of love from people you love, do not fear ALLAH is near!!! Let us care for everything...Care for what you are, a human, a khalifah in this world!!!
Sometimes I like to wonder of in my own world...Sit under a tree....feel the shade on my face...I always ask myself "Why did ALLAH create me as a human being? Why didn't ALLAH create me as a rock or a tree?"It sounds stupid you know...I am a human, and then I am asking ALLAH why am I a human not a rock?! Its crazy!!!Who am I to ask such things!!! (do not ever think of this ever!!!)
But when time goes on, I know the best anwser to why. What can a rock do compared to the capabilities of a human being? A human can make everything possible if ALLAH wills... but a rock, huh, you just can sit on it....
This is why I am created... To care for others... To give mercy to others...
Abu Salama ibn 'Abdu'r-Rahman related that Abu Hurayra said, "The Prophet, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, kissed al-Hasan ibn 'Ali while al-Aqra' ibn Habis at-Tamimi was sitting with him. Al-Aqra' said, 'I have ten children and I have never kissed any of them.' The Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, looked at him and then said, 'The one who does not show mercy will not be shown mercy.'" (Sahih Bukhari , Chapter 81. The Book of Adab* (Good Manners) No. 5651
Let us be the one who cares...and the one who shares with others....amin...
"NOW who can tell me, what is the meaning of versatile?" Asked Sir Yahya to us as he wroted the 'new' word on the black board. Well, I know it is a rusted word in the dictionary, but it is certainly a new word for me :)
As fast as lightning, I stood up and spoke "Sir, versatile means all rounder" with full confidence while holding a Federal Chambers Advance Learners Dictionary. Yes, strike again!!! I am always the first to answer all of my teachers questions, just kidding, but apparently sometimes I can not answer it. It is just that all the bones in my body are saying that "You ought to be the one, man!!!." So I'll give my best shot when it comes to english.
"That's very good of you Ameen. Next time can you please give room for others to succeed." said Sir Yahya.
"Ok sir, I'll try to help others." sorry my bad...it is just that I want to win so badly man!!!
Ok thats just a story I made up partially. One part is real. I want to highlight here is the word versatile. Have you heard of the word? It means all-ronder.
If you put it into a sentence, exp: You have be a versatile student (You have to be an all-rounder student)>>It is the same.
This word urges us to be a master (PHD if nessesary) in everything we do. In every field you are in, you ought to be the man!!!
I may not be that person but I know someone who fits this character. It is our prophet Muhammad SAW. You see he is the greatest statesman, leader, judge, father, husband, friend, amir on the battlefield and he is the greatest teacher (mua'llim). Thats my prophet. I love him. And I should love him more that I love myself (do I?).
Other than the prophet SAW. I really know someone who maybe fits this deal. It is my brother. Not my younger bro, but my BIG bro.
HE is just two years older than me, but he has a face of a matured man (more to a father actually). You see, he was the one who taught me how to wear a kain (songket), to comb my hair. (That was the olden days)
Now, although he is taking medicine in UIA Kuantan. But he can paint like an artist (beautiful yeah), take pictures like a real photographer. People sometimes feel okward when a beautiful painting in my former high school was painted by a future doctor.
I known him since we were just babies. (he liked to bully me, hahaha)
What it takes to be versatile?
It takes everything. no pain no gain.
last words, live life to the fullest. Be sure to grab hold your life mission. to SEEK FOR THE LIGHT!!!
