Friday, May 27, 2011

Just say "I don't know" will ya?

Just say “I don’t know” will ya?
I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads…..
Picture by
Bônita²- Miss Nonalita of
Once upon a time there was a guy who traveled thousands of miles from Morocco to Madinah. This hell of a journey was only to accomplish one mission that is to meet Imam Malik and to ask and discuss some questions
These unanswered questions were imposed by the people of Morocco to the great, well known, renowned Imam al-Madinah that is Imam Malik. That guy was just a representative whose journey to Madinah was weeks and months
As he reached Madinah, the first station he went was to attend a program conducted by Imam Malik. In the gathering, that guy asked the unanswered questions to Imam Malik in front of many others. But sadly Imam Malik replied back “I don’t know. That problem has never risen so far in our place. Our elders have never taught us about that. Please go home tomorrow.”

The next day, before he went off to Morocco, that guy came back to Imam Malik with his donkey that was his medium of transportation. He asked again Imam Malik: “O Imam, how’s my question last night?” 

Imam Malik answered: “I still do not know the answer.”

That guy did not want to go back empty handed, he insists: “O Abu Abdillah, these are issues raised by my people in Morocco. They say that there’s no person wiser and more intelligent in the world than Imam Malik. What am I suppose to report to them after this?” 

Once again Imam Malik answers: “When you have returned to your hometown, tell them that Imam Malik do not know”

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Friday, May 20, 2011

Best in the world

“Find the key…” Picture by by ~endrju100

Everyone has a story to tell, so do I. My story is about persons who took my hand and showed me the path, right and left, when I was confused in a life full of mazes. They are not my Xifu, not my Sensei but they are my Murabbi(s). ß plural of Murabbi , converted to English (my English \^_^/ )

Murabbi… yeah…

From the day I learnt this word till the moment I’m breathing, as far as I know, it seems that no other word in any other language can give the same powerful meaning as the word Murabbi. If you don’t believe me then, go make a little research.
Well, the word Murabbi can be translated as the word ‘Teacher’ or ‘Guru’. And from the word teacher comes the day when we celebrate “Teacher’s day” or “Hari Guru” that is on 16th of May every year. You know, if I have the power (“If ade power la, soon…” – in Manglish), I’ll change this celebration into “Murabbi Day” or “Hari Murabbi” and I do not care if people will say it language pollution.

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Monday, May 16, 2011

I don't know, I just don't know

"Death is a beautiful Sunset"
picture by Unitopia

One death after another,

makes me shiver.

When it is my last breath,
will I be ready for my death?

Before Allah, will everything go cool?
Or will I become a fool?

I don't know, 
I just don't know.

*One death again after Ustaz Dahlan, Ummi Halimaton, Sir Yahya & Sir Ghazali, My former teacher, Ustaz Yasamsuri passed away at 4.20am this morning. He used to teach me Usul Fiqh. He is a great teacher. Even his salary is paid by University of Madinah. Other people are celebrating teachers day with joy, but I, with full of tears. His DEATH is for us to remember this day. 

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Leaving our LOVE behind....

“I love y..” Picture by ~Alephunky of

When two hearts are in love, being apart is hell for them. They just want to be together forever and never be apart from each other. Every moment is valuable. If it is possible, they want to live in a place where there’s no timeline whatsoever. They just want to freeze time and be together. If they have wings, they want to fly together to the skies.

This is the same with us and our sins. We surely LOVE doing our SINS. We are in love with our sins. At first, we will feel some guilt in our hearts but as time flies, when it is at its peak, we will feel nothing at all, no guilt at all. We are drowned in the sea of sins until we are able to ‘breath’ in it. We are able to bear with it until we feel uncomfortable, unease a day without it.

Before I go on, I want you to imagine you doing your sins this very moment. Imagine, remember back, and feel that temptation of you doing your sins, how does it feel? Good right? And now when you are enjoying your sins, someone pours oil onto your body and lit up the fire. Your body is on FIRE! Your body is burning like hell! You are witnessing your hand burning with fire. The pains of fire eating up your skin slowly until your hands are left with only bones. It hurts right?This is only the heat that exists on earth, what about the wrath of Al-Mighty Allah in Hell then?

So now, at this very moment your reading this, I want to dare you, let us our LOVE behind!

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Thursday, May 12, 2011

I am waiting for you...

"I'm waiting for you"
Picture by  LittlePrince83 of
I waited for that person to come…I waited for that person to knock my door…I waited and waited endlessly…
Countless hours passed but still no sign…
No one came, no footsteps were heard… 
Quiet and silent… 

“When will that time come? When will that person come?” I asked myself… 
I'm still waiting...for you...

Sunday, May 8, 2011

I don’t want your smile to fade away!

Dear my lovely mama,

Mama, I have so many things to share, so many things to say, so many things to ask. We always discuss until mid night, sometimes even until morning! Back then, we laughed together, discussed together and exchanged ideas together. Because we are what people call an “Outspoken” family, our voices are like shouting when we are actually talking. Like the olden days yeah. I miss that moment mama, really miss it.

But I know I can’t do that now. That is why I wrote this letter. I didn’t put any address as you can see…. because this is a letter from my heart, notes of my heart. No need for address. I believe whenever it is from my heart, Allah will open the doors for you to read this letter ^_^

Mama, do you still remember the argument we had a few years back? The argument on Surah al-Isra’ verse 23 – 24. Allah says in the verse:

“Your Lord has ordained that you shall worship none but Him, and that you must be kind to your parents. Should one of them, or both, attain to old age in your care, never say ‘Ugh’ to them or chide them, but always speak gently and kindly to them,” (23)

“and spread over them humbly the wings of your tenderness, and say, ‘My Lord, bestow on them Your grace, even as they reared and nurtured me when I was a child.’ “(24)

I was against your idea, remember? Now I feel bad about it. My argument was, it was not based on scholarly reliable sources, it was from my mind and feelings which is null and void. I said that this verse was only applicable when nothing bad happens. Whenever parents have committed wrong, children can “do what it takes” to straighten a crocked iron bar. I know that an iron bar is very hard to bend and the possibility for it to break is very high. I was wrong at that time and I didn’t even gave you chance to reply back. Yeah. I was a bad boy at that time. Now I admit that I’m wrong. I’m wrong mama! I am wrong! Sorry!

Well now, after I’ve done some research by checking it on Fi Zila Lil Quran (In the Shade of the Quran) by The Martyr Sayyib Qutb and applying some of my knowledge in Arabic language. Sorry if I sound a bit academic, well after all we are in the same bachelor degree programme, so  you know what I know and l learnt what you’ve learnt hehe  ^^

It was my fault, my own ignorance. So now comes the real message of these verses that I couldn’t share that day.

Ok. For the first verse that is verse number 23, it can be divided into two parts.

The first, Allah starts off by saying “Your Lord has ordained that you shall worship none but Him”. Allah used the word “قَضَى” which means “ordained.” We are ordained to devote ourselves to Allah and no one else.[1]

The second part is, immediately after Allah ordains us to enslave ourselves to Him alone, He asks us to be good to our parents. Allah uses to word “إِحْسَـناً” is actually an exhortation[2] which if converted to verbal words; it should sound like this “you’d BETTER BE the best you could possibly be to your parents!”

If we screen through this verse, we will see as if one half is about Allah and the second half is about parents. But if we magnify into microscopic details, we will see that most of this verse is about parents.

On parents, first Allah says “you’d BETTER BE the best you could possibly be to your parents!”, second He says “one of them, or both, attain to old age in your care, never say ‘Ugh’ to them or chide them” third “but always speak gently and kindly to them.” Allah used the word “أفٍّ”; to my knowledge in Arabic the letter “فّ” is the softest and most tender letter of all! This means that we cannot even use “أُف”; which is the softest utterances to address them but use the gentlest speech to them! (Masya allah! I’ve messed up mama :( )

Three important things on parents, one after another but only one detail on Allah; this shows the gratitude of Allah on parents.

That is the end of verse 23. Going on to verse 24, Allah began by saying “and spread over them humbly the wings of your tenderness.” Allah used the word “جَنَاحَ الذُّلِّ” which means “the wings of your tenderness”. We know we do not have wings but this is a form of imagery in the Quran. Wings here mean our “Ego”, we have wings and we are capable to inflict pain to our mother but we descend anyway. We let our “Ego” go away and position ourselves down on the ground. The only reason for us to lower our wings of ego is only because “مِنَ الرَّحْمَةِ” or “Out of mercy”. “Out of mercy” here means three things at least, (1) our parent’s need our mercy, (2) they gave us mercy when we were small (3) If we want Allah to show us mercy then we ought to show mercy to our parents especially to mama!

You know mama, when I obtained this understanding, my heart went pumping hard. I feel so guilty, I feel so terrible after treating you so bad all these years. I feel like I will not enter Jannah because mama, I am afraid you haven’t forgiven my life! Seriously I feel bad.

Remember when I was 8, I had an argument with big brother, I was so pissed off that time, brother teased me until I was crying in anger. You came to me to calm me, you came to say that “Everything’s ok” but what I gave in return? I punched your chest out of anger! I was so confused; who is my kin and who is my enemy? I saw your face the moment I punched you, I know that the physical pain of an eight year old boy punching an adult strong women, but your facial expression at that time was like; your heart is burned to feel your own son punching you. The pain in your heart was unbearable. I was a kid but I was so ignorant! I want to say I’m sorry for that, but I do not know if you will forgive me….

I’m sorry again for the incident when you cooked us bean porridge. But all of your children said “yakss” because they were dead beetles in it. But even though we rejected your cook, you took out all the beetles and finish the porridge by yourself. What I was thinking? I was in no position to do that to you. I should have helped you finish the porridge. I’m sorry again mama!

Every morning after Subuh prayer, you will warn me not to sleep after Subuh. But I denied what you asked me to do. I ignored and just went to sleep. But you didn’t stop to advise me with gentle words. 

But I retorted! Mama, now I’m learning not to sleep! I’m sorry for sleeping after Subuh prayer!
I don’t know mama what to say, what to write. I’ve done so many bad things; I haven’t become a good boy. I’ve used phrases like “Shut up!”, “Shut your gum up!”. I’ve called you “An old hag”, I’ve used countless curse words. But you never cease to provide me money for my education, hear my problems even when you have your own and you never even forget to smile whenever you talk. 

You never stop to give me motivation. I can still remember your saying “The secrets of success in inspiration, aspiration and perspiration.”

I can still remember your smile. I still remember, you’re saying “Whenever you smile, I’ll smile”. Even though I didn’t smile, you kept on smiling. Your smile has suppressed my anger, your smile has made me stronger, and your smile has made taught me to smile forever.  You are a tough woman indeed.

Mama, I have a poem for you, please read with your heart ^_^:

I don’t want your smile to fade away!

I can still remember that smile,
“Whenever you smile, I’ll smile”
you said to me with a smile.

Even if I didn’t smile, you kept on smiling,
even if I detest you, you kept on smiling,
even if I mock you, you kept on smiling.

“Are you crazy?” My heart says,
“Are you not human?” My question for days,
after seeing my mother’s smile, “Well, I am amazed.”

Your smile has suppressed my anger,
your smile has made me stronger,
your smile has made taught me to smile forever.

Seeing her smile, I feel inspired,
smelling her cook, I feel delighted,
hearing her laugh, I feel moved.

But….When she left this world, I cried…

I cried my heart out,
I cried so loud,
I cried until my tears dried out.

Now… I’m crying without tears…

Because tears are nothing,
tears cannot change anything,
But I can change everything!

Now is not the time for me to cry,
but it is the moment for me to fly!
To fly up to the sky!

With her smile as a motivation!
I will grasp my vision!
I will complete my mission!

I will not make your smile fade away!
‘Coz your smile remains in my heart forever!

Mama, until this day, I’ve been homesick since the day you left this world. But I’ve never regard you as “My late mother”. You are still my mother and nothing can change that even death. That’s why I will never call you “My late mother”, but only “My mother”. I don’t care what other may say. You still live within me. Your motivation still remains making me strong.

Mama, I regret for not being the best to you. I regret for not using the best words. I regret for not treating you gently.

Mama, I want to promise to you that I will advise others to be the best to their mothers and don’t wait till she is gone to feel guilty. I want them to feel guilty now! I want them to be the best to their mothers! This is my promise mama.

Mama, I’ve never forget to pray to Allah to place you in the highest position in Jannah. I have never forgotten this dua’ each and every time after solah:

‘My Lord, bestow on them Your grace, even as they reared and nurtured me when I was a child.’
I know, I will never repay you, nurturing me until I became a human. I was so hopeless but you gave your hand to help me stand. But this is the least I could do to repay you through my Dua’ and using the knowledge you’ve taught me.

Mama, you know, I’m crying now. I haven’t cried for so long. Thanks mama for making me cry. My hardened heart has softened now.

I don’t know what to say more mama. You know, if I am given the chance to freeze time, I want that moment to be a moment with you, mama. You and no one else!

I love you so very much!


From your second son,
‘Abdul Muhaimin Bin Misran.
Second year,
Bachelor of English Language and Literature (BENL)
International Islamic University Malaysia

[1] In the Shade of the Quran, Sayyib Qutb, pg: 125
[2] 1. the act or process of exhorting, 2. a speech or written passage intended to persuade, inspire, or encourage
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