Sempurna

Kau begitu sempurna
Di mataku kau begitu indah
Kau membuat diriku akan selalu memujamu

Di setiap langkahku ku kan
selalu memikirkan dirimu
Tak bisa ku bayangkan
Hidupku tanpa cintamu

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

Kau adalah darahku
Kau adalah jantungku
Kau adlah hidup ku lengkapi diriku
sayang engkau begitu sempurna

Kau genggam tanganku saat diriku lemah dan terjatuh
Kau bisikkan kata dan hapus semua sesalku

Kau adalah darahku
Kau adalah jantungku
Kau adalah hidup ku lengkapi diriku oh sayang engkau begitu sempurna .. sempurna

Sayangku engkau begitu sempurna..
Sempurna..
Sempurna..

-Sempurna, Andra & the Backbone-

All These Years

I cannot believe that I've been dead...all these years!
And as the shrouds of death is lifted from me,
I find that the smallest dose of the divine Potion, makes me quiver.

Just a mention of the Potion,
And I quiver.
Just a portion of the Potion,
And tears swell in my eyes.

How shall I describe thee?
A concoction of rawness and tingling ecstasy!
And I cannot believe how I've been fooled...all these years!
To think that anything beats this?
To think that anything else matters?

I've been fooled...all these years!
By colorful packages...that packages nothing but lies,
By colorful packages that hypnotized mt eyes...my 5 senses!
By colorful packages...that packages void, and nothingness, just prolonging misery.

What good is putting off an end that is sure to come?
The tragedy that is sure to visit?

Scared I was...all these years!
Scared to scratch pass my colorful packages,
To face the skeletons of truth,
To admit defeat,
To let the Potion bathe and unveil me.
And leave me raw, with tingling ecstasy.

Third Poster

This is the third poster that shall circulate in the university.
This poster aim at educating that...While boycotting the smaller culprits that contributed to the tyranny in Palestine, the bigger monster remains at large.

The USD is an american product, more so than starbucks and the likes.
And since 63.9% of the world, pegs their own currency against it (the remaining, mostly to 'basket-of-currencies, which again, pegs to the USD)...
Supporting any paper currencies means a support to the USD and to tyranny in Palestine and all other pitiful Muslim countries in the world!

So, what do we do you ask??
Let's come back to the Dinar and Dirham!
Its the only way to go!!
THE ONLY WAY!
And I say that with certainty.
It is PERFECT, and it is the only way!

The poster are free to be used by any party interested.
We don't even require any acknowledgment.
So, feel free!

Keep us in your prayers.
Salam

To Those That Said...

This entry is a prayer.
My prayer.
To those that said...

"I did this for Him"!

By different means.
By delivering 'gold coins' for pittance...if at all!
By leaving the comfort of home and family.
By refusing to join crowds, and by that, embraced the title of 'freaks'.
By jumping on wagons that leads to nowhere the naked eye sees.
By refusing to let 'what-meets-the-eye' end their struggle.
By not conforming.
By tolerating and understanding.
By loving.
By giving.
By sharing.

May He keep you and I among those He shades.
For, apart from that, we're interested in none.
May He keep us firm...and firmer by the day.
May nothing deviate us.
May He overlook our pasts and guard our future.
May He accepts it from us.
May we be among those that loves Him, and in return, He loves.
May He open all the gates for us.

Ameen.

Kata hikmah Nurul Hikmah!

I'm so proud of my friend!!
Hicky, I'm soo proud of yaaa ;)
Let's get loud...let's get loud!

She wrote an article and here it is to be shared:

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bismillahirrahmanirrahim

saya sgt2 harap kwn2 jgn bosan dg topic saya lately which revolves around gold and gold and gold. saya xtau, tapi saya dgn hubby @ baba skrg ni mmg ada masalah besar dgn gold. nak ckp addicted pon bukan, tapi kalau boleh nak semua orang 'aware' or could i say 'enlightened'? otak saya dah xboleh nak digest semua info ni, sbb tu saya nak extract knowledge ni, share with you guys and please...comments and feedbacks are most welcome!

first of all, maaf byk2 kalau cara susun ayat serabai, almaklumlah dh lama tinggalkn sekolah. saya akan cuba sedaya upaya buat ayat yg mudah difahami, kalau x faham juga sila tanya ok. tapi yang pasti, from now onwards, bila sebut 'emas', i am referring to physical gold, either gold wafers or gold coins, bukan barang kemas @ jewellery.

REALITY

1. China dah 'free' its gold market, meaning, the people @ rakyat can buy, own, and sell gold freely (remember guys, China is a communist country, yet, it is freeing its gold market). in India, even the post office sells gold coins.
2. the Muslim world is busily launching 'gold dinar' currency and wants to use it in international trade (we already have e-dinar.com and in Malaysia alone we do have dinar kelantan, dinar public gold, and just recently nubex dinar muslim).
3. the world has gone "pro-gold" and "anti paper-money" all of a sudden. central banks around the world sudah takut, they are buying lotsa gold bullions!
4. saya masih tertanya2 agak2nya berapa ramai yang simpan gold wafers or gold dinar as primary savings compared to unit trust, ASB, stock portfolio, saham2, forex dan sebagainya.

untuk menjawab soalan 4, saya nak share hakikat yang belum jadi reality

HAKIKAT YANG BELUM JADI REALITY

(Nauzubillah, saya sgt2 harap ini tidak terjadi, tapi siapalah kita untuk predict masa depan? bukankah lebih baik kita bersiap sedia menghadapi sbrg kemungkinan yang bakal terjadi)

bayangkan yang terjadi pada iraq selepas pembunuhan saddam hussein, terjadi pada kerajaan kita, pada negara kita. dalam kelam kabut tu, kita sibuk nak pegi bank, nak keluarkan duit. kata la time tu bank blom kena bom lagi. duit kita dalam bank ada rm1 juta nih. sekali sampai bank, pegawai bank kata

"makcik, makcik xde duit sejuta dalam bank ni!"
"eh, cuba awak tgk betul2, bukan ke kat balance tu tulis RM1,000,000?"
"makcik, ni nombor je ni makcik, sape2 pon bole print nombor ni, kalau makcik x pecaya makcik pegi tanya bank negara"

kita pon berlari2 anak pegi bank negara, sampai kat sana tgk2 bank negara dah kena seal! kita terlupa bank negara kepunyaan kerajaan, tapi kerajaan sapa yg punya? bukan kita punya! masa tu perang makcik ooi! kerajaan kita dah kena rampas. kita dah jadi pelarian perang! maka larilah kita ke negara jiran yang lebih aman dlm keadaan poket kosong, sehelai sepinggang~

bila time perang, you cannot count on ur government, let alone ur personal savings, asb, saham2 atau yg sewaktu dgnnya! same thing happen when economic war strikes!

SO APA YANG PERLU KITA BUAT SEKARANG?

apa lagi, tunggulah government announce "wahai rakyat jelata! beli dan simpanlah emas untuk menjamin masa depan yang cemerlang, gemilang dan terbilang!"
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SALAH!

xde satu pon kerajaan kat dunia ini yang akan announce such thing! why? it would create politic, economic and social chaotic tension. definitely! maka dgn itu, tolonglah amik initiative sendiri, tgk muka anak2, ingat masa depan kita, anak2 dan anak2 kpd anak2 kita. So please:-

• SAVE GOLD! JANGAN SIMPAN DUIT KERTAS! Boleh simpan asb, unit trust, nak main forex ke, terpulanglah but make sure your primary saving is GOLD! once you buy and start saving in gold, u'll realize that gold is the ultimate solution to protect ur wealth!
• JANGAN JUAL BALIK EMAS YANG DIBELI UNLESS for emergency cases! sell only what you need to live on. contohnya, nak buat major surgery yang memerlukan kos yg tinggi, or nak fulfill ibadat haji, go and sell it! tp jgn jual balik semua emas dlm tgn semata2 nak rebut keuntungan dalam nilai duit kertas! mentang2 harga naik, sibuk nak jual balik tanpa sbb musabab yg munasabah! ingat, paper-money is imaginary profit! paper is worthless!
• save gold incrementally. maybe sebulan sedinar! maybe more! but save! mesti consistent. save gold! not paper!

kenapa saya tulis semua ni dgn tanda seru? i am writing to call for the return of gold to the ummah/mankind. i am writing to everyone who cares to share this concept to whomever you think also cares! lantak la sedara mara or kawan2 or jiran2 or kucing2 kamu or kucing2 jiran kamu nak ejek kamu and kata kamu kuno or x ikut peredaran zaman sbb beli emas, bukannya beli unit trust! perlu ke kesah? coz in the end, who will have their wealth INTACT when all those $$$$ hit the ground?

apa yang penting, people @ rakyat must be well informed and financially secure (with gold, definitely!). it matters LITTLE what government does or doesnt do. jangan salahkan government! kamu yang pangkah kertas undi tu!

owh, saya berckp lagak gendang, bunyik kuat dalam kosong. tapi ini bukan ckp kosong maa! saya sendiri beli dan simpan emas. knp? sbb saya dh 'enlightened' (chewaaaah!), saya dah sedar kebobrokan fiat money (go and google fiat money)! saya xnk jadi org yg berlari2 anak ke bank negara seperti dalam cerita rekaan saya sebentar tadi!

saya ulang lagi, hari ini, sekarang, harga emas di kala ini, sgt2 affordable! beli sekarang! start saving gold! esok2 kalau harga mencanak naik, jgn pura2 tepuk dahi mengeluh 'owh, kenapa lah aku tak lock harga emas dgn hikmah time murah hari tue! nyesal gue!"

http://asignificantlife.blogspot.com/

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Fragile

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

- Fragile, Sting

A man from Fallujah came to see me yesterday.
He related a story of a personal encounter.

"I had a special friend..." he began.
"2 days before he was bound to go for Hajj, they slaughtered him in front of his house"...he paused, tears begin to burgeon in his eyes.
"And we weren't even allowed to see and bury him"...he then started weeping like a baby.
This 50 year old man from Fallujah, who's known for bravery...wept like a baby!

I would never forget this special man from Fallujah.
Or the story he told me.
Or that look he had on his face.
And I will remember how the story burned in my eyes.
How anger consumed my very being, as I stared at him, over stricken with grief.

After I managed to compose myself, I asked him...

"How did we end up here?"

All this gentle man did was curl his shoulders, with a look of sincere confusion.
And so, the responsibility falls on me.
I know how and where it began!
And by playing oblivion, my brothers pay.

I will not forget that man from Fallujah.
Even when the rain has finished washing the stains of steels meeting flesh.
Somethings...will always stay.

...says frends!

Thanks Hikmah and M, for the following:

Hikmah's:
"Ming, biasanya, aku akan tgk cermin...buruk ok mukaa! Then smile, subhanAllah, lagi cantek ok!"

M's:
"The prophetic advice is to try any of the following: stand up if sitting, sit if standing, ablution, do two raka'ahs, leave the scene, pray for the person and drink water"

InsyAllah guys, it'd be in my head!

The God of Small Things

One of my favourite book.
By one Miss Arundhati Roy.
Tears into the reality of things, cutting crap out of its way.
An honest writing, and of the catchi-est line in it:

"They traversed into forbidden territories, and tempered with laws that laid down, who should be loved and how. And how much"

Along the way, all of us commited this crime, one way or another.
By losing our list of precedence.
Who or what precedes what and who?

It is a job for Him alone.
To be keeping one vigilant on their own list of precedence is a job for Him alone.
And by that, Glory be to Him alone!

May He keep us amongst those that understands this list well.
Ameen.

A Story of the Les Paul and the Pearl

The Pearl

...And her Les Paul

And so it is.
A story of the Les Paul and the Pearl.
And the rest....are history!

The Misfits!

Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits.
The rebels.
The trouble-makers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.

They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo.

You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them.
But the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They push the human race forward.

And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world.
Are the ones who do!

-Adapted from an advertisement by Apple-

I wish!

Sometimes.
I wish I could speak a different language apart from 'my-mind'!

The Economic Revolution of the Gold Dinar by Dr. Umar Vadillo

Bismillahirrahmannirrahim.

My apology to those that has been waiting for an update. It has been abit hectic.
By His grace, the response to the talk has been overwhelming!
So many out there that are thirsty for a divine solution, and they're the one that's leading our effort!
With little marketing, demand is high!!
InsyAllah, it is He alone that leads or impedes, and it is His guidance alone that we seek.
I request that those reading this blog keep us in their prayers.

The talk began with a beautiful introduction by my dear friend, S.
Who spoke for M and I and Muslims in the world.
She brought out our two posters on the projector, and it just touch everyone's nerves!!
The horrible Zimbabwean bill and the poor little child scavenging through crumbles on the street!
She then said, "This is the effect of paper money!! And I left Japan, my mother and my father, and the comfort of home to learn how did we end up here?".
And she spoke for M. For what they did to his country. His rich rich country!
And she called on Prof Umar who took it from where she left.

With a beautiful opening of a Quranic verse, he then began.
That if one do not understand the Islamic Gold Dinar, then one should find that he is the one flawed, as oppose to the Shari'ah.
And he suggest one does what Mawlana Rumi suggests, that one hits one's head against the wall until one understands.
For Islam has been perfected. And it is perfect.
And all other things need to conform to it, and not otherwise.
And to get out of Riba is so possible and simple, that it perplexes.
And one will not see it through his mind and logic, but through the heart.
Through believe first!
Then you'd see it manifest that it is the only way to go!
The only scientific way to go, the only fair way to go.

The man then went on to quote some of the unfair things that has been said concerning Dinar.
That it is an expensive solution.
He argues, of course the Dinar is expensive...for THEM!
From where we are, nothing is more expensive than the USD.
It has cost us the very soil you and I stand on, and we have no more things to loose.
And in that alone lies power!
They have a flight of 40 story building to fall through, we're already on ground zero!
Things could only get better, or remain as it is.

He then related a domestic story of his household.
That in the board game of Monopoly, you could never win against a player that has the right to be printing money!
He could always get all our lands!!
All of it, just give it time!!
And the world has cooked up an enourmous body of literature to be justifying what it essentially does, through a body known as economy.
Economy and its jargons and its crap.

He then question the audience, exactly how does the GNP reflect the society?
When I sell you Microsoft's share for 100, and you sell it back to me for 120 and it goes on and on amassing millions of dollars from the board, have we thorugh this process added a single service or product?
And if we have not, then we have only speculated!
Thus the birth of 2 economy (ironic enough, even by their measures): the speculative and the real.
And the size of the speculative have grown to an enourmous rate with the real economy panting to catch up!
Panting through the sweat of the Indonesian and Bangladeshis.
Panting through you and I!!
And you have inflation that keeps on reducing what our sweat buys us!

As oppose to the divine Dinar economy.
Whereby, the price of chicken in the prophet s.a.w's age is the SAME as it is today!!
1400 years later!!

And that, we should shake away our fears.
Fro nothing happens without His grace, and His grace is all that we need.

La hawla walaa quwwata illa billahhil 'aliyyil 'azim.

May Allah continue to proliferate and ease our journey in establishing the Dinar economy in the university.
For it aims at showing the various communities that Islam has a model.
And it is the one that has been laid down by the glorified Muhammad s.a.w.
Who then went on to say, "My brothers are those that will love me without ever having seen me".
And may Allah keep us on a path that leads to this!

Ameen.

Chivalry!

We pray to belong here:

“They were YOUNG men who had Iman in their Lord and We increased them in guidance.”
Al-Kahf, 13

Today, as we (S, M and I) were having lunch, discussing final prep for tomorrow's big day,
2 Indonesian workers came around us,
We had a few Dirham coins lying on the table,
When they butt in (which is a good thing btw)

"Apeni, Dik?"

An avenue I thought!
To promote the coins.
To which I replied, "Inilah duit makcik!!"

One of them look puzzled, the younger one, "Duit??"

The elder among them startled me,
"Ye, betul!! Dulu duit memang macam ni lahh! Perak ke ni Dik?"

And I told her, "Ye, Perak makcik...Dirham namanya! Inilah duit dalam Islam makcik"

I took two pieces, handed one to each of them.
And I felt great to be putting power back into their small hands, that tirelessly scrubed our table.

I told them to never trade their wealth, unless its for wealth!
And values for values!

"Ni Perak Makcik, takkan pernah sama dengan kertas, tak kire laaa kaler ape sekali pun"

They smiled, "InsyAllah"!

INVITATION!

Second Handbill

The above handbill is the second that will spread in the campus, insyAllah.
With it, we aim to educate the public of some of the effect of paper money.
One of it being poverty.
The second handbill will be spread out in accordance with an event that will be held in the uni.
Those interested are cordially welcomed.

May the effort be one that He blesses, for it is only His blessings that we seek to attain.
Ameen.

So, hope to see you there ;)

Muamalah

...the current global crisis is a positive phenomenon as it is an inescapable outcome of a system built upon false laws and principles of Usury and Humanism. This crisis was the biggest crisis in the history of Capitalism signaling its final end and the Muslims should take this opportunity to establish the Islamic model which successfully existed from the time of the Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) up until the destruction of Ottoman Caliphate at the turn of the 20th century - Muamalah!

This crisis is nothing but Allah’s war against Riba, therefore we’ll see during this crisis who is who in Islam: the Mukminun will rejoice at this crisis and will come out united and determined, the Munafikun will pretend nothing is happening and continue business as usual!

Allah the Magnificent and the Only Truth, all praise only exists for Him alone!

UIA Dinar Efforts

First Handbill

M, S and I are currently engaged in a two-pronged effort in introducing the Dinar system in UIA.

On one hand, we're trying to implement the payment system in the uni.
On the other, we're trying to get the crowds to realize what paper money on the whole is doing to the world.

We came up with the following poster and handbills.
The posters are now pasted around the campus, and the handbills are being spread around.

What we learned while handing out the handbills is that people are still oblivion to the situation we have at hand.
The effect of paper money, regardless of the currency!

InsyAllah, we shall be making more of these posters and handouts.
The information are kept concise, while we try to drive home the point.
We hope the pictures do more of the talking for us, insyAllah.

If

If you can keep your head,
When all about you,
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too.

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken,
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss.

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you,
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much.

If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Why Dinar?

Bismillahirrahmannirrahim.

For the believers, the Dinar and Dirham is Allah's way. An Islamic way.
It is Islam's currency.
Its the money used in Islam.
And from it, stems an economic system that is Islamic
(Mind you, I did not say "Islamic Banking")
And, because we choose to be different from the non-believers, its good enough a reason to embrace the matter.
Whether we understand not the significance.
Because its what Allah wants, that's what I'd do.

Though, if one seek for the significance of the Dinar, one shall find it with His mercy.
Because unlike most things 20th century, Islam rides not on mankind.
Therefore, when one searches for the siginificance, one shall find it.
No fraudulence in Islam.
No theological make-ups, only truth.
Upon which, bowing down is victory!
And bowing down elevates.
InsyAllah.

Dinar are gold coins, and Dirham are silver coins.
Gold and silver are precious metals, which derives its value from its rarity and durability.
And so its value is locked, to the total amount of gold to ever exist in the world.
(I read that one could fit all the gold ever found on earth into a cube 20 meters on a side!)
Not a rare concept.
If you were to step back in time, there existed a period where trades could only be made when one has gold!
As Mr K was telling me lastnite, the Opium trade started when british refused to pay for Tea with gold, and so they had to trade with something the chinese wanted - Opium.
Things with value were traded with gold.
And so the value of gold is indisputable.

It is only in this century that people trade gold for printed paper.
In the past, this would have been preposterous!

One questions, "what's the difference then, if the printed papers are 'as good as gold'?"
The difference is that, the value of the paper, be it 'as good as gold', lies in the hand of the governing men.
Today, they claim its 'as good as gold', but when need be, governing men could manipulate it to what he wants the value to be.
And so, its bound to manipulation.
Bound to men-made theorems, which in turn, are bound to men's fallibilites.
And God knows how many!

The significance of using gold as money is that, merchandise exchanged in a trade don't loose its value.
The value of the sold item and the item bought, both retains its value, even while it changes form and hand.
For example;
If you were to buy a plate of rice for half a Dirham, you'd go home with a full stomach (which is value), and the seller goes home half-a-Dirham richer, with no means for manipulation since the value of the Dirham lies within the Dirham itself, it being a precious metal!
The seller finds that, his half-a-Dirham could still buy him a plate of rice even in 20 years time.

This is as opposed to promissory notes (which is what fiat or paper money is, in essence!)
Yesterday, 3 blue Malaysian notes promise its owner 2 plates of rice.
Today, you need a red Malaysian note for the same thing.
Cos its only a PROMISE!
Which is usually entailed by a generic question: "Who's promise?"

And so, that is part 1 of "Why Dinar?"

Let me end the entry by an authentic Hadith from The Musnad of Imam Ahmad ibn Hanbal:

Abu Bakr ibn Abi Maryam reported that he heard the Messenger of Allah s.a.w, say:

"A time is certainly coming over mankind in which there will be nothing [left] which will be of use save a dinar and a dirham."

May Allah give us the strength.

Ameen.

A Beautiful Quote

Found this to be shared, about checking oneself of a 'mustard seed' of pride:

"True devotion is to loose the faculty of being conscious of one's devotion; for one who identifies devotion in his devotion, is a person whose devotion is in need of a devotion!"

Read it carefully and you'd find it addressing a very narrow little spot in your heart, just when you thought you've perfected it and rid it off vanity, vanity seeps in!

May Allah protect us from this insidious evil, ameen.

Sehr besetzt!

Sehr besetzt = very busy...auf Deutsch...

For the past few weeks that has been the title of my everyday!
Sehr besetzt.
Wake up in the morning, get dressed, and in a few minutes, God knows where I'd be?
Been juggling between a few things; dad's stuffs, student's stuffs and last...lasttt...mine!!
Days usually ends in the wee hours of morning..an average of 3am.
Tho, last week, we didn't get not a wink of sleep, before having to put up with crowds at Putrajaya!
What do I do, you ask?
Sometimes I think about what to call myself too.
How do I introduce myself, without losing context of what I do.
For the time being, let's just call me 'Daddy's Girl' ;)
Quite an apt description I reckon, in both the fortunate and not-so-fortunate ways.
No offense Daddy ;) Ich sehr liebe dich.
Daddy's girl's...girls' labour of love!(loads of credits, more than mine, goes to my sister)
That's what our life has been about.
I thank Allah for the chance :)
The sweet perspiration...indeed...its a labour of love!!

Usually, I dare not describe my days, how it begins and how it ends.
Firstly, people have a problem understanding what I do, what I have to do, and why?
Its deep.
And sharing makes it lame.
Guess its between Allah and me :)
I pray He accepts it from me, and count it as among good-deeds.
InsyAllah :)
Secondly, I'm immediately labeled intimidating and materialistic.
Two of the most foreign things about me if you ask those who really knows me.
Due to that, I'd usually camouflage my tight schedule with gentle scoffs of
"Owwh, you knowww me ;) "
A lame line that doesn't get anywhere, but satisfies everyone.

One moment during the week that's worthy of sharing happened last Tuesday (6/10/09).
At this point, we haven't slept well for almost 3 days.
Muna didn't get a wink, I did a few short naps here and there.
We were rushing to Putrajaya that Tuesday morning and due to the massive jam, I procrastinated filling gas in the car.
Half way through the journey, the alert came on.
"No more mileage for whatever left in my tank"
Yikes!!
I needed to just go, can't stop cos we had to be there ASAP.
Alhamdulillah, we got there on time, and did what we had to.

Still, there was no petrol in the car since I didn't have time to stop.
And so, we headed home with an empty tank.
A petrol station is nowhere in sight!
The one I know was way in Serdang, a good 15-20km from where we were.
But do I have a choice? No!! lol

And so I drove my empty vessel and I prayed to Him.
Please don't let the car stop Ya Allah, I'm dead tired, and Muna's fast asleep.
I could vividly picture what it'd be like.
The scorching sun, so unforgiving.
Ya-Rabb, help me out of this!!
We still had a long way to go before a petrol station.
I prayed anxiously in a battle of fear and hope.

Fear originating from thoughts like:
"Oh yikes, I procrastinated the Subuh prayer and this is me paying for it!!"

And hope origintaing from thoughts that are too lame to mention ;)

And so, the journey was peppered with these, as beads of sweat stroll down from my forehead (AC had to be switched off duhh!)
Finally, we arrived at a petrol pump!!
Alhamdulillaaahhhh!!! I was overjoyed!!
Got out of the car, bought cool, sweet, yummy Cincaus.
Some snacks!
And filled my tank!
All in an air-conditioned shop.
Bliss!!
The beads of sweat caved in and dried up, its room no longer exist as the AC blows cool wind in my face :D
Jumped aboard the-now-full vessel, and headed for home, sipping on my cool Cincau while the sun looks down in envy!
The sky was the brightest of blue.
I felt on top of the world that short moment, as if nothing could taint my day!!
:D
The job was done, the vessel is full, and I have a cool-sweet Cincau in my hand.
To add to the celebration, I put on the radio...and started singing to the tracks.
Swinging my head, tapping my fingers...really enjoying myself.

All of a sudden, the last 15 minutes came to mind.
And I felt a pang of guilt.
I evaluated objectively, what has changed in the last 15 minutes?
Quite frankly, nothing much. Except, I was more comfortable now.
With the AC and the cool drink, and no worries about the tank.
I've forgotten entirely about Him!
That the comfort was His mercy.
I learned that I remembered Him better in times of need, so I guess, He made me need Him as a mercy for me, so that I remember Him often.
Because, when I remember Him, He remembers me in return :)
InsyAllah.

And so, don't fret at troubled times.
In fact, its a mercy!
An idea not too foreign, since the prophet s.a.w faced lots of troubled times, upon which he was able to invoke his Lord.
Troubled times therefore equals chances for you be invoking Him.

Peace be upon us all.

Hal jazaa ul ihsan ni illal ihsan?

Allah said in Quran 55:60:

"Hal jazaa ul ihsan ni illal ihsan?"
"Is there any reward for good, other than good?"

And, verses preceding 60 being an interweaving of His question about, "which of His mercy do we deny?" (Fabi ayyi alaa irabbikuma tukazziban?)
And therefore, 60 answers its own question!
That, for every good, the reward could only be another good, an equivocal good!
For with Allah, equations are linear.

Many a time in my life, I question why are things so hard?
But my good dear friends (may Allah bless you, M & Aalya) pointed an almost startling observation, something which was easy to overlook.
That the Prophet s.a.w was His most beloved servant, a man guaranteed of His garden, and yet the most unfortunate man when measured by the hands of us mortals.
His life was a rendition of hardship, far from ease.
But throughout, he remain steadfast to his role, never transgressing his boundaries.
A man of honor!

And just maybe...
55:60 is trying to wean men to do good despite any opposites being done unto him.
Despite hardships and non-linearities!
To continue doing good.
For its indisputable, that for every good, there will be good.
Just a question of time, upon which He said:

"Walal aakhiratu khairulla ka minal ulaa"
"The end is surely better than the beginning!"

May He accept our sincere deeds, as deeds with equivocal rewards.
From Him alone.

Ameen.

Thot of the day

Found this, written by Torben Iversen in the Introduction to Capitalism and Democracy:

"...how it is possible to combine capitalism with democracy?
Capitalism produces stark inequalities in the distribution of property and income,
while democracy divides power in a manner that is in principle egalitarian (one person,
one vote). So why don’t the poor soak the rich? And if they do, how can capitalism be
a viable as an economic system?..."

Anyone??

Given the right to vote...

Had an interesting breakfast yesterday.
The topic was Obama.
And Hillary.
Interestingly my breakfast-mate was a pure Hillary supporter!!

She then popped a question to me.
Which seemed naive and simple.
She said:

"Who would you have voted for Mimi?"

I said:

"First, I don't think I'm politically sound, enough to be voting"

She insists that I had the rights to choose.
So okay...
Okay okay...
If you insists

"Given the rights to vote, I'd vote for the cutest Mr President ;) and so thank God for Brad Pitt coming into the political arena!!"

And so, that's democracy for you!!
Utter absurdity...

What do you think??

The Freedom-Fighters

They're a group of people who sees what others don't, and act where others won't!
They're a group of people who became free because they choose not to fear.
For it is only when you go past your fears, will you feel free!
The freedom-fighters are those that submits to Him alone

The freedom-fighters are not a group created by the hands of men.
They're not another organization or association.
Instead they closely follow the route that has been laid down by a perfect example.
A revealed example.

The freedom-fighters fear none other than their Lord and His promises.
The freedom-fighters fear the war He wages.

The freedom-fighters choose not to succumb to men-made laws and men-made ways.
Instead, they analyzes and seek His guidance, and His guidance alone.
They choose a path that shall liberate mankind, and not one that brings about inequality.
They choose a path in which substance supersedes surfaces.
They choose a path where freedom is guaranteed by their Lord alone.

The freedom-fighters are the Muttaquns and the Mu'minun!
Ones, whose heart He chooses to contain Him.
Ones who are fearless and yet fearful.
Ones who prostrate and liberate.

May Allah bless us, and protect us, when there will be no protection but that of His :)
Ameen Ya-Rabb!

There is a ship...

There is a ship...
It sailed the sea.
It's loaded deep, as deep can be.
But not as deep, as the love I'm in!
I know not how, I sink or swim.

Now, that's what we call a weekend!

The weekend was awesome!
Abit of everything...
Friends, good food, a good book, good company and stimulating discussions.
A tad of pain and deep reflections.
All in all, a deeper realization of Allah and His miracles.

Saturday started off with an interesting business discussion with a new-found friend over breakfast.
Who thought I was 'a lil tiger' :D grrr!
The 2nd half of the day was spent in the kitchen.
Food prep for the 'freedom-fighters' that was to head over our place for dinner.
The menu (my part, not inclusive of mum's): Casserole and Spaghetti-Sup!!
Alhamdulillah, that got done by 3.30pm.
Was able to then splurge in a little reading. Weeee :D
SAQ's Root Islamic Education. Original!
Was he able to squeeze tears out of me with his citations.
For those reading this blog, check the book out!
If you're on a path looking for a guide, and if you've question the reality that's been shoved into your face, and if you feel there's a tad more to the meaning of the 'deen' than what's portrayed, You'd find delight in the book!
You'd even find solace in knowing that you're not alone.
And that, there's a practical way around it.
What's beautiful is that, the way has been laid down by the Prophet s.a.w himself.
And how glorified were they, the Prophet s.a.w and his Sahabahs.
For me and M, the book affirmed that what we've theorized, were not mere theories!!
May Allah bless you dear :)

The 'freedom-fighters' arrived for a congregational Maghrib.
The beautiful sight of their prostrations fill my heart :)
A beautiful dinner entails, followed by a beautiful forum.
Today marks a few newcomers to the team: Hikmah and Jeman, Arshad and family and Zaynab.
Welcome guys!
InsyAllah, the path shall be one of victory!
We ended after midnight.
After dropping the girls back, did abit of Mr. K :)
Swooned :)

Sunday, went to see some bed-ridden patients for the project.
How fragile is life I thought, when I saw them.
And how beautiful the way He structured the society.
If only men bowed down to The rules.
But verily, men forget.
Men forget all the time!
May Allah hold us all tightly, for there's no strength besides that of His.
Ameen.

Came home, meeting with Hairul, headache!
Slept it off..

Peace be upon all.

Rage Against the Machine

Prof Umar once said, there's something sinister about someone wanting to give you something that already belong to yourself!

That is exactly what the man-made laws are trying to do.
Give us our birth right - Freedom!
Under their many fancy names - the freedom to choose.
What one fail to see is the limited assortment ;)
Or, worst, from just one choice.
"You're either with me, or you're not!"
Tho, you could go out to choose me.
How peculiar!
What difference is it, be it green or blue?
A box is a box!

Rage against the machine.
No one gives anyone their birth-right!!
It was by the mercy of their being, their Lord alone!

I was born free!
To adhere to Him alone, not man's machineries.
My responsibility is to search. Not succumb to majorities.
Because what good is the majority, if most of them are lost?
Would I too be among the lost?

Our beloved Prophet s.a.w said:

"Do not be a mere imitator with no firm determination. You say, 'I am with the people. Should people do good, so do I. And if they do evil, so do I'.
But school yourselves. If people do good so should you. But if they do evil shun their evil deeds."

One should question oneself often, about one's position.
About the position of one's soul.
About one's prostration, and its direction.
Mere following, without once in awhile looking up to outside the crowd, could lead one into a direction one never intended to go!

I do not wish to realize, when I die...that I have not lived.
That I have not search and decided.
That all I did was succumb to majority.
I choose to live.
And I choose to adhere to what He alone prescribes and enjoin.
Otherwise, I have not lived!
Otherwise, I might have sold my soul to a power I never should have, through the wrong direction for which I prostrated!
And Allah warned me against the price.

"And vile indeed was the price for which they sell their soul, if only they knew!"
(Al-Baqarah, 102)

May He give us the strength and be merciful on our souls.
Peace be upon all of us, InsyAllah.

Thot of the day

Came across this. Quite a witty, thought-provoking line.
Here it is to be shared:

"....If we all go for the blonde and block each other, not a single one of us is going to get her. So then we go for her friends, but they will all give us the cold shoulder because no on likes to be second choice. But what if none of us goes for the blonde? We won't get in each other's way and we won't insult the other girls. It's the only way to win. It's the only way we all get a girl..."

- John Nash, A Beautiful Mind-

United Colors of Hearts

We can be a myriad different colors on the skin.
Black, white, yellow...and gradients in between.
But the heart...is a general red!

And He exalted the significance of the heart, time and time again in His book.
[ (22:46), (7:179), (9:87), (58:22)....an extensive list ]
(Surely for a reason none would have the power to refute)
Ironically, not the mind, as the 21st century imposes!
But the heart!
For it is in what you 'feel' and what your heart commands you to do, that something is done.
Either to a perfection or less.
This is not surprising.
They say "healf-hearted", ironically not too much attention on a "half-minded"!

The heart is the adhesive of a society.
And as opposed to the barbaric relics of 'professionalism', all of us are humans.
Not when you feel not the predicament of another, will you be able to strive hard against or for something, nor will it enable you to go the distance.
And to feel and love and want for another, what you want for yourself, is the glue that binds.

And how difficult is that?
For a start, He has already united the color!
The United Colors of Hearts.

This entry was inspired by the many beautiful colors in my life.
All of which had a general RED :)

Glory

Allah hu akbar, Allah hu akbar, Allah hu akbar!
Allah is Great, Allah is Great, Allah is Great!

Laa ilaah ha illa Allah, hu Allah hu akbar
There is nothing worthy of worship but Allah the Great

Allah hu akbar walillah hil hamd!
Allah is Great and to Him alone belongs all Praises

Allah hu akbar kabeera
Oh Allah, You are the Greatest

Walhamdulillah hi katheera
And all Praise is to You alone

Wa Subahana Allah hi bukratan wa aseela
And Glory be to You in the morning and in the evening

Laa illaha illa Allah hu walaa na'budu illa iyya hu mukhlisin na lahuddeen
There is nothing worthy of worship except You, and I am sincerely on Your path!

Walauu karihal kaafirun
Regardless of the disbelievers, for whether they shall hate me!

Laa ila ha illaAllah hu wahdah
There is nothing worthy of worship except You oh Allah

Sadaqa wa'dah
And True are Your promises

Wa nasara 'abdah
And it is You who has made Your servant victorious

Wa a'aazza jundahu wa hazamal ahzaa bawahdah
And it is You who has made Your soldiers mighty, and defeated Your enemies

Laa ilaah ha illa Allah, hu Allah hu akbar
There is nothing worthy of worship but Allah the Great

Allah hu akbar, walillah hil hamd
Allah is Great and to Him alone belongs all Praises

Al-Mu'minun

Al-Mu'minun, or, the believers, is a Quranic verse, which describes the characteristics of the mu'minun. The verse contains 118 ayat, and the characteristics are discretely placed amongst them:

1) 2: Those who offer their Salât earnestly
2) 3: Those who turn away from dirty, false, evil vain talk and what He has forbidden
3) 4: Those who pay the Zakât
4) 5: Those who guard their chastity
5) 8: Those who are faithfully true to their Amanât and to their covenants
6) 9: Those who strictly guard their five compulsory prayers
7) 57: Those who live in awe for fear of their Lord
8) 58: Those who believe in the Ayât of their Lord
9) 59: Those who join not anyone as partners with their Lord
10) 60: Those who give, with their hearts full of fear of their return to their Lord
11) 61: Those who race for the good deeds and are foremost in them

11! Just like someone told me! He then concluded the verse with the following:

102: Then, those whose scales (of good deeds) are heavy, they then are the successful!

InsyAllah.

Peace

Selamat Tinggal Ramadhan!

My friend said yesterday, "Sayunya, Ramadhan dah nak pergi!", and that's when it hit me, what a wonderful month it was!

All the demons were tied by the tying of the nafs. And I felt safe, knowing that, every hunger and thirst pang was purely for His sake. I felt close to Him, more than I've ever been. I felt Him watching closely over my every move, my every thought. And I could proudly claim (as things get a tad more difficult towards the end of the day), that Ya Rabb, this is for You! Only for You! So, watch over me, watch over my every move and my every thought, and my very being.

I pray He accepts it from me, from all of us that endeavoured the journey :) May He be pleased with us all, Ameen.

As we say goodbye to you Ramadhan, it is with an earnest hope that we shall meet again, a little closer to Him, a little better guided as human beings.

I shall miss you, til we meet again, insyAllah :)

Broken Heart

Supposedly, I'm invincible, unscratchable, simply because I keep my heart protected.

That's childish.

How we end up feeling at the end of the day, is a result of a concoction of hormones, secreted by the many different glands in the body. Did you know, these glands and hormones are His army? Have you never seen it from that perspective?

How then does one explain the various different outcomes of people surviving one same ordeal? I am reminded of a quote by Imam Al Zarnuji:

"Small things are great in the eyes of the small, and great things are small in the eyes of the great"

The feeble scoffs these off as 'matters of perspective'. They then fail to question, well, who then provides the different perspectives?

My Lord, it is to you I pray, and it is from You alone does one garner any strength! Help me forget him, if that is the best for me! Only You know what's best for me, and only in Your hands do I leave my life in.

Only You can heal my broken heart. Only You can provide the elixir for my broken heart.

Ameen

Why I Decided to Blog!

I woke up this morning, having a problem recalling what yesterday was like, let alone the day before.

I thot, wasted!

I remember the last few days being tough and long, except I have a problem recalling why? This is a common attribute of mine (for future reference!) ;)

Then this phrase came to mind (point of inspiration):

"A rolling stone gathers no moss"

That would be a tragedy! I'm a rolling stone!! I'm constantly on the move! My life is a jet! At some point, I would like to be able to reflect on how I felt, when! How I pulled thru? What was the strength? So I could learn from history, if not the world's, then at least, my own!

Thus the reason for the blog (which, I'd have to discipline myself to ;) )

Apart from that, Allah said:

"Fazkuruni az kurkum (2: 152)"
(Remember me, and I will remember you)

I hope to share some of the things I go thru in a day, where He touched my life on a personal basis :) and probably then, inspire others to remember Him, insyAllah :)

So, if you're interested, then stay! Bookmark this page! I'm an ordinary girl, thus the title of the blog.

Til then, peace be upon all of you!