Thursday, June 17

Lemah selepas dikurniakan nikmat?


Alhamdulillah, result finals first year dah keluar. Alhamdulillah.. tidak disangkakan kurniaan ALLAH. Alhamdulillah. Keputusan yang dapat amat jauh dari sangkaan. Lebih baik. Jauh lebih baik. Alhamdulillah. Betapa DIA punya nikmat yang banyak. Betapa DIA punya kurniaan yang banyak buat hamba-hambaNya. Semoga kurniaan ini bukan ujian keimanan semata sebaliknya tarbiah yang akan memupuk kasih sayang dan meningkatkan tawakal kami hamba-hambaMu yang tidak punya apa melainkan apa yang Engkau putuskan buat kami Ya Tuhan.  Syukran Ya Rahman. Syukran Ya Rahim. Dan benar kurniaMu amat banyak.



Dengan nama ALLAH Yang Maha Pengasih Maha Penyayang. Sungguh Kami telah memberimu nikmat yang banyak. Maka laksanakanlah solat kerana Tuhanmu, dan berkorbanlah (sebagai ibadah dan mendekatkan diri kepada ALLAH). Sungguh orang-orang yang membencimu dialah yang terputus dari rahmat ALLAH.                                                            (Al-Kauthar 108:1-3)

Dari ALLAH, banyak kurniaan. Dari ALLAH bermacam nikmat. Dikala kita sebagai hamba yang lemah merasakan tidak mungkin tapi, ia berlaku. Hanya dengan Kun. Fayakun. Tiada yang mustahil pada kudratNya. 

Dan benarlah keyakinan dan ketenangan itu milik mereka yang mengingati ALLAH kerana dengan keimanan dan tawakal pada ALLAH serta KekuasaanNya yang meliputi segala sesuatu muslim dan mukmin yang benar beriman pasti tidak akan takut. Tidak takut menghadapi apa pun yang akan terjadi kerana ia pasti percaya ALLAH mengetahui yang terbaik. Dan ia juga pasti percaya segalaNya mungkin. Dan ia juga pasti percaya ia mampu menghadapi ujian dari Yang Esa selagi tawakalnya pada Yang Maha Kuasa tidak putus. Kerana Yang Maha Esa tidak akan membebani hambaNya dengan apa yang tidak mampu ditanggung hambaNya. ALLAH tidak memungkiri janjiNya. Itu pasti. 

يَا بَنِيَّ اذْهَبُوا فَتَحَسَّسُوا مِن يُوسُفَ وَأَخِيهِ وَلَا تَيْأَسُوا مِن رَّوْحِ اللَّـهِ ۖ إِنَّهُ لَا يَيْأَسُ مِن رَّوْحِ اللَّـهِ إِلَّا الْقَوْمُ الْكَافِرُونَ
Wahai anak-anakku! Pergilah kamu, carilah berita tentang Yusuf dan saudaranya (Bunyamin) dan janganlah kamu berputus asa dari rahmat ALLAH. Sesungguhnya yang berputus asa dari rahmat ALLAH, hanyalah orang-orang yang kafir.                                              (Yusuf 12: 87)

Betapa ALLAH menyayangi hamba-hambaNya. 

Tetapi kadang-kadang, setelah kurniaan diberikan sepertimana yang diharapkan kita terkadang lalai. Mula putus pergantungan padaNya. Tidak sepertimana sebelum mendapat apa yang diimpikan. 

Pabila mendapat kurniaan yang diimpikan, mulalah lupa pada tasbih dan dzikir yang membasahi bibir dan hati tatkala diri mengharapkan bantuan ALLAH. 

Pabila mendapat kurniaan yang diharapkan, mulalah ibadah tidak terjaga. 

Apakah iman kita bermusim? 
Apakah iman kita hanya tatkala menghadapi ujian keduniaan? 
Bagaimana hendak melahirkan jiwa yang merindui pertemuan dengan Tuhannya jika pengharapan dan cinta pada ALLAH hanya dipupuk tatkala diri JELAS diuji? 
Bagaimana diri dengan ujian HALUS?

Ya ALLAH, aku terkadang lalai setelah mendapat yang diinginkan. 

Tapi aku tidak ingin demikian. Bukankah begitu wahai sahabat? Kita tidak ingin demikiankan? 

ALLAH tidak melupakan kita walau dalam apa keadaan pun. Susah senang. DIA sentiasa bersama kita. Tak pernah DIA lupa. Buktinya, (senang ceritalah..) walau dah habis exam pun, kita masih ada rezeki untuk makan, minum, gelak ketawa, nangis. Semua berlaku dengan susunan dan pengawasan dariNya. Betapa DIA memelihara kita sepanjang masa. MasyaALLAH. Betapa ALLAH sentiasa mengingati kita. Dan beruntung benar pada siapa yang sentiasa memberi ruang pada ALLAH untuk tetap di hati mereka. 

Ya Tuhan, jangan tinggalkan aku. Jangan tinggalkan kami. Sentiasalah mengisi saat kami dan nafas kami dengan tarbiah dariMu ya ALLAH. 

Jangan jadikan kami hamba yang lalai. Jangan juga yang rugi. 

Ajari kami memahami dan mempraktikkan ajaran yang Engkau sampaikan melalui kalamMu yang suci. 

Ajari kami menjaga masa kami. Ajari kami untuk SENANTIASA berpesan-pesan dengan kepada kebenaran dan kesabaran. 

Kerana Engkau telah bersumpah bahawa demi masa manusia itu dalam kerugian melainkan mereka yang beramal soleh, DAN berpesan-pesan dengan kebenaran dan kesabaran. 



Dan ajari kami untuk SENANTIASA bekerja dan memenuhi masa kami dengan perkara-perkara BESAR. Perkara-perkara yang berfaedah. Dan perkara-perkara yang Engkau redhai.

Kerana Engkau telah menyeru dalam kalamMu agar kami senantiasa bekerja keras setelah selesai tiap-tiap urusan. 

 
Bukankah Kami telah melapangkan dadamu? dan Kami pun telah menurunkan bebanmu darimu, yang memberatkan punggungmu, dan kami tiggikan sebutan namamu bagimu. Maka sesungguhnya bersama kesulitan ada kemudahan. Sesungguhnya bersama kesulitan ada kesenangan. Maka apabila engkau telah selesai (dari sesuatu urusan), tetaplah bekerja keras (untuk urusan yang lain), dan hanya kepada Tuhanmulah engkau berharap.                                (Al-Insyirah 94:1-8)

Wednesday, June 16

Kemenangan Yang AGUNG

Orang yang terpelhara dari bencana pada hari qiamat adalah orang yang mendapat rahmat ALLAH dan orang yang mendapat rahmat ALLAH itulah orang yang beroleh KEMENANGAN YANG AGUNG..sebagaimana didoakan oleh para malaikat: 

وَقِهِمُ السَّيِّئَاتِ ۚ وَمَن تَقِ السَّيِّئَاتِ يَوْمَئِذٍ فَقَدْ رَحِمْتَهُ ۚ وَذَٰلِكَ هُوَ الْفَوْزُ الْعَظِيمُ 

..dan peliharalah mereka dari (bencana) kejahatan. Dan orang-orang yang Engkau pelihara dari (bencana) kejahatan pada hari itu, maka sunggh, Engkau telah menganugerahkan rahmat kepadanya dan demikian itulah kemengan yang AGUNG. (Al-Mukmin 40:9)


Semoga kita tergolong dalam golongan itu dan berusaha untuk tergolong dalam golongan itu dengan istiqamah


Refleksi Hati: Hanya Yang Beriman Akan Bertahan

Dicelah kesibukan mengemas rumah, selesai juga aku menghabiskan bacaan Takdir, karya Hilal sehingga Cheritera 9. Punya pengajaran yang menimbulkan persoalan di hati. Tentang keimanan. Mengingatkan pada sepotong firman Yang Esa:


أَحَسِبَ النَّاسُ أَن يُتْرَكُوا أَن يَقُولُوا آمَنَّا وَهُمْ لَا يُفْتَنُونَ 
Apakah manusia mengira bahawa mereka akan dibiarkan hanya dengan mengatakan, "Kami telah beriman, " dan mereka tidak diuji? (Al-Ankabut 29:2)


Perlukisan kehidupan watak-watak Takdir nyata menceritakan cabaran hidup apabila kebatilan berusaha menjatuhkan kebenaran. Tetapi bukan kisah itu yang hendak aku bicarakan sebaliknya inspirasi keimanan yang menusuk yang ingin aku ceritakan. 

Buat apa sahaja yang telah berlaku, itu takdir ALLAH. Pasti ada hikmah pada setiap ketentuannya. Pasti! 
Dan hanya yang beriman dan benar-benar beriman akan menerima segala ketentuan, samada baik atau buruk, dengan penerimaan terbaik sebagai seorang hamba. 

Hidup pasti penuh ujian kerana DIA akan menilai yang mana benar beriman yang mana tidak. 
Hidup pasti penuh ujian kerana DIA akan menilai yang mana layak dikurniakan syurga yang mana tidak. 

Ujian ALLAH punya pelbagai bentuk. 
Nikmat- Kepandaian, harta, sahabat, kesihatan, kesenangan dan senarainya terus berlanjutan. Kerana nikmat-nikmat ALLAH sememangnya tidak terkira. 

Kesempitan- Kemiskinan, kekurangan harta, kebencian makhluk, kegagalan setelah berusaha dan seterusnya. Kerana ALLAH Maha menjadikan segala apa jua. 

ALLAH pasti menguji. Pasti!

Yang beriman dan benar-benar beriman pasti akan berjaya menghadapi semuanya kerana bagi yang benar percaya pada 

kuasa Yang Maha Besar, 
kasih Yang Maha Pengasih, 
ihsan Yang Maha Mengasihani, 

DIA telah menjanjikan jalan keluar yang akan tiba dalam pelbagai bentuk yang tidak pernah disangka-sangkakan oleh seorang hamba: 


Dan sesiapa yang bertaqwa kepada ALLAH (dengan mengerjakan suruhanNya dan meninggalkan laranganNya), nescaya ALLAH akan mengadakan baginya jalan keluar (dari segala perkara yang menyusahkannya), serta memberi rezeki dari jalan yang tidak terlintas dihatinya. Dan (ingatlah), sesiapa berserah diri bulat-bulat kepada ALLAH, maka ALLAH cukuplah baginya (untuk menolong dan menyelamatkannya). Sesungguhnya ALLAH tetap melakukakan segala perkara yang dikehendakiNya. ALLAH telahpun menentukan kadar dan masa bagi berlakunya tiap-tiap sesuatu. (Al-Talaq 65: 2-3)

Bantuan ALLAH itu PASTI. Pasti! Dengan izinNya!

Semoga ALLAH menguatkan keimanan mereka yang ingin terus istiqamah pada jalanNya. 
Semoga ketaqwaan terus dibina bersama tawakal pada Yang Esa. 

Walau apa yang berlaku, pada saat yang akan datang, wahai Yang Maha Pengasih lagi Berkuasa, kuatkan kami dan kukuhkan kepercayaan kami kepadaMu. 

Sekali lagi: 


Monday, June 14

selebihnya pada DIA

Melangkah itu mudah,
Namun mencari arah itu terkadang payah
Mencari jalan itu mudah
Namun memahami destinasi itu yang susah
Menyusuri susur itu mudah
Namun menuju noktah itu pasti mendatangkan lelah
Dalam semua ini, menjadi istiqomah paling susah, payah dan lelah
Namun Dia amat faham bagi hambaNya
Dia tidak meminta manusia menjadi yang terbaik...
hanya perlu melakukan yang terbaik, meletakkan sandaran dan keyakinan penuh kepadaNya
lantas Nescaya Dia akan menguruskan selebihnya. Agar yang terbaik itu menjadi milik manusa. (",)





perkongsian dari akhowat

Sunday, June 13

cerita aku lepas exam

Selepas exam, akhirnya aku punya kesempatan untuk mencoretkan sesuatu di sini. Alhamdulillah, exam dah pun tamat. Alhamdulillah, semoga kami dapat naik tahun 2 tahun depan. Walaupun pensel sudah diletakkan dua hari lepas menandakan tamat exam tahun satu, tapi keputusan masih tergantung. Hujung minggu nanti baru tahu. Semoga dapat yang terbaik dan Dia senantiasa tahu yang terbaik.

Secara peribadi, aku tahu, sejurus meletakkan pensel tanda tamat peperiksaan 2 hari yang lalu, hari-hari akan lebih mencabar kerana hari-hari yang mendatang bukan lagi diisi dengan membaca buku akademik sepanjang-panjang hari tetapi ada rencana lain yang menanti. Dan benar ada rencana lain yang menanti. Malah aku juga tidak membayangkan ia sebegitu sekali. Sehinggakan baru sekarang aku punya masa untuk menulis. Tapi syukur kerana ia sebegitu. Cuma dalam masa yang sama terkilan kerana ada harapan yang menongkah arus itu. Tapi harapan itu tidak salah. Arus itu juga tidak salah. Cuma mereka bertembung tanpa sengaja. Maaf, sangat-sangat maaf. Aku tak sengaja. Sikit pun tidak. Mungkin salah aku pada kata-kata. Tapi aku tidak bermaksud apa melainkan ingin bercerita kisahku sedikit tentang hari-hariku yang terbaru selepas exam.

Maaf.

Wahai hati pujuklah.

Maaf.

Ya ALLAH tautkan hati kami pada jalanMu ya Rahman.

Ameen.

Tuesday, June 8

melankolik?..syifa penawarku..

bismillah..

counting days till exam..two days more..struggling indeed..
suddenly fear comes into my mind.
but i will not lose hope.
He is with me
and with my friends
with us and everyone who always wants Him to be near

indeed these moments teach me to appreciate and understand the meaning of al-fatir 35:15

يَا أَيُّهَا النَّاسُ أَنتُمُ الْفُقَرَاءُ إِلَى اللَّـهِ ۖ وَاللَّـهُ هُوَ الْغَنِيُّ الْحَمِيدُ
O men! you are they who stand in need of Allah, and Allah is He Who is the Self-sufficient, the Praised One.


indeed we are the ones who need Him. the ones who have no control over this very life. He knows what best for us. this is His tarbiyah. 

let Him shape our iman and takwa. He knows the best and will always do. and His promises are always true.

 كُتِبَ عَلَيْكُمُ الْقِتَالُ وَهُوَ كُرْهٌ لَّكُمْ ۖ وَعَسَىٰ أَن تَكْرَهُوا شَيْئًا وَهُوَ خَيْرٌ لَّكُمْ ۖ وَعَسَىٰ أَن تُحِبُّوا شَيْئًا وَهُوَ شَرٌّ لَّكُمْ ۗوَاللَّـهُ يَعْلَمُ وَأَنتُمْ لَا تَعْلَمُونَ 
Fighting is enjoined on you, and it is an object of dislike to you; and it may be that you dislike a thing while it is good for you, and it may be that you love a thing while it is evil for you, and Allah knows, while you do not know. (2:216)



يَا أَيُّهَا النَّاسُ إِنَّ وَعْدَ اللَّـهِ حَقٌّ ۖ فَلَا تَغُرَّنَّكُمُ الْحَيَاةُ الدُّنْيَا ۖ وَلَا يَغُرَّنَّكُم بِاللَّـهِ الْغَرُورُ
O men! surely the promise of Allah is true, therefore let not the life of this world deceive you, and let not the archdeceiver deceive you respecting Allah. (35:5)








one thing that a Muslim, a believer who submits to The One God, should believe in is that He is the one who gives the rewards. and everything is easy for Him. it is not what we get that He values but our efforts that He counts. the effort...

usaha seorang hamba untuk menjadi hamba yang sebenarnya kepada Tuhan Yang Maha Pengasih, Yang Telah Menciptakan. USAHA! kerana tiada sesuatu yang akan berlaku melainkan dengan izinNya dan tiada kekuatan melainkan dariNya: 


tapi yang paling penting, ingatan yang penuh dan tawakal yang berpanjangan serta takwa yang mengisi setiap denyut nadi dan nafas itu tidak harus hilang apabila kesempitan telah diangkat dari bahu-bahu yang memikul.. semoga aku dan sahabat tidak futur dalam perjalanan sebagai ghuraba...insyaALLAH

PS: selain ALLAH, keluarga, adik dan kawan2. syifa' penawarku. 

Thursday, June 3

Convert-Revert 4

From Left: Sukina Douglas, Catherine Heseltine, Aqeela Lindsay Wheeler, Catherine Huntley and Joanne Bailey (Photographed by Sheila Rock)

Catherine Huntley
Retail assistant, 21, Bournemouth
“My parents always thought I was abnormal, even before I became a Muslim. In my early teens, they’d find me watching TV on a Friday night and say, ‘What are you doing at home? Haven’t you got any friends to go out with?’
“The truth was: I didn’t like alcohol, I’ve never tried smoking and I wasn’t interested in boys. You’d think they’d have been pleased.
“I’ve always been quite a spiritual person, so when I started studying Islam in my first year of GCSEs, something just clicked. I would spend every lunchtime reading about Islam on the computer. I had peace in my heart and nothing else mattered any more. It was a weird experience – I’d found myself, but the person I found wasn’t like anyone else I knew.
“I’d hardly ever seen a Muslim before, so I didn’t have any preconceptions, but my parents weren’t so open-minded. I hid all my Muslim books and headscarves in a drawer, because I was so scared they’d find out.
“When I told my parents, they were horrified and said, ‘We’ll talk about it when you’re 18.’ But my passion for Islam just grew stronger. I started dressing more modestly and would secretly fast during Ramadan. I got very good at leading a double life until one day, when I was 17, I couldn’t wait any longer.
“I sneaked out of the house, put my hijab in a carrier bag and got on the train to Bournemouth. I must have looked completely crazy putting it on in the train carriage, using a wastebin lid as a mirror. When a couple of old people gave me dirty looks, I didn’t care. For the first time in my life, I felt like myself.
“A week after my conversion, my mum came marching into my room and said, ‘Have you got something to tell me?’ She pulled my certificate of conversion out of her pocket. I think they’d rather have found anything else at that point – drugs, cigarettes, condoms – because at least they could have put it down to teenage rebellion.
“I could see the fear in her eyes. She couldn’t comprehend why I’d want to give up my freedom for the sake of a foreign religion. Why would I want to join all those terrorists and suicide bombers?
“It was hard being a Muslim in my parents’ house. I’ll never forget one evening, there were two women in burkas on the front page of the newspaper, and they started joking, ‘That’ll be Catherine soon.’
“They didn’t like me praying five times a day either; they thought it was ‘obsessive’. I’d pray right in front of my bedroom door so my mum couldn’t walk in, but she would always call upstairs, ‘Catherine, do you want a cup of tea?’ just so I’d have to stop.
“Four years on, my grandad still says things like, ‘Muslim women have to walk three steps behind their husbands.’ It gets me really angry, because that’s the culture, not the religion. My fiancé, whom I met eight months ago, is from Afghanistan and he believes that a Muslim woman is a pearl and her husband is the shell that protects her. I value that old-fashioned way of life: I’m glad that when we get married he’ll take care of paying the bills. I always wanted to be a housewife anyway.
“Marrying an Afghan man was the cherry on the cake for my parents. They think I’m completely crazy now. He’s an accountant and actually speaks better English than I do, but they don’t care. The wedding will be in a mosque, so I don’t think they’ll come. It hurts to think I’ll never have that fairytale wedding, surrounded by my family. But I hope my new life with my husband will be a lot happier. I’ll create the home I’ve always wanted, without having to feel the pain of people judging me.”

Convert-Revert 2

From Left: Sukina Douglas, Catherine Heseltine, Aqeela Lindsay Wheeler, Catherine Huntley and Joanne Bailey (Photographed by Sheila Rock)


Aqeela Lindsay Wheeler
Housewife and mother, 26, Leicester
“As a teenager I thought all religion was pathetic. I used to spend every weekend getting drunk outside the leisure centre, in high-heeled sandals and miniskirts. My view was: what’s the point in putting restrictions on yourself? You only live once.
“At university, I lived the typical student existence, drinking and going clubbing, but I’d always wake up the next morning with a hangover and think, what’s the point?
“It wasn’t until my second year that I met Hussein. I knew he was a Muslim, but we were falling in love, so I brushed the whole issue of religion under the carpet. But six months into our relationship, he told me that being with me was ‘against his faith’.
“I was so confused. That night I sat up all night reading two books on Islam that Hussein had given me. I remember bursting into tears because I was so overwhelmed. I thought, ‘This could be the whole meaning of life.’ But I had a lot of questions: why should I cover my head? Why can’t I eat what I like?
“I started talking to Muslim women at university and they completely changed my view. They were educated, successful – and actually found the headscarf liberating. I was convinced, and three weeks later officially converted to Islam.
“When I told my mum a few weeks later, I don’t think she took it seriously. She made a few comments like, ‘Why would you wear that scarf? You’ve got lovely hair,’ but she didn’t seem to understand what it meant.
“My best friend at university completely turned on me: she couldn’t understand how one week I was out clubbing, and the next I’d given everything up and converted to Islam. She was too close to my old life, so I don’t regret losing her as a friend.
“I chose the name Aqeela because it means ‘sensible and intelligent’ – and that’s what I was aspiring to become when I converted to Islam six years ago. I became a whole new person: everything to do with Lindsay, I’ve erased from my memory.
“The most difficult thing was changing the way I dressed, because I was always so fashion-conscious. The first time I tried on the hijab, I remember sitting in front of the mirror, thinking, ‘What am I doing putting a piece of cloth over my head? I look crazy!’ Now I’d feel naked without it and only occasionally daydream about feeling the wind blow through my hair. Once or twice, I’ve come home and burst into tears because of how frumpy I feel – but that’s just vanity.
“It’s a relief not to feel that pressure any more. Wearing the hijab reminds me that all I need to do is serve God and be humble. I’ve even gone through phases of wearing the niqab [face veil] because I felt it was more appropriate – but it can cause problems, too.
“When people see a white girl wearing a niqab they assume I’ve stuck my fingers up at my own culture to ‘follow a bunch of Asians’. I’ve even had teenage boys shout at me in the street, ‘Get that s*** off your head, you white bastard.’ After the London bombings, I was scared to walk about in the streets for fear of retaliation.
“For the most part, I have a very happy life. I married Hussein and now we have a one-year-old son, Zakir. We try to follow the traditional Muslim roles: I’m foremost a housewife and mother, while he goes out to work. I used to dream of having a successful career as a psychologist, but now it’s not something I desire.
“Becoming a Muslim certainly wasn’t an easy way out. This life can sometimes feel like a prison, with so many rules and restrictions, but we believe that we will be rewarded in the afterlife.”
Catherine Heseltine
Nursery school teacher, 31, North London
“If you’d asked me at the age of 16 if I’d like to become a Muslim, I would have said, ‘No thanks.’ I was quite happy drinking, partying and fitting in with my friends.
“Growing up in North London, we never practised religion at home; I always thought it was slightly old-fashioned and irrelevant. But when I met my future husband, Syed, in the sixth form, he challenged all my preconceptions. He was young, Muslim, believed in God – and yet he was normal. The only difference was that, unlike most teenage boys, he never drank.
“A year later, we were head over heels in love, but we quickly realised: how could we be together if he was a Muslim and I wasn’t?
“Before meeting Syed, I’d never actually questioned what I believed in; I’d just picked up my casual agnosticism through osmosis. So I started reading a few books on Islam out of curiosity.
“In the beginning, the Koran appealed to me on an intellectual level; the emotional and spiritual side didn’t come until later. I loved its explanations of the natural world and discovered that 1,500 years ago, Islam gave women rights that they didn’t have here in the West until relatively recently. It was a revelation.
“Religion wasn’t exactly a ‘cool’ thing to talk about, so for three years I kept my interest in Islam to myself. But in my first year at university, Syed and I decided to get married – and I knew it was time to tell my parents. My mum’s initial reaction was, ‘Couldn’t you just live together first?’ She had concerns about me rushing into marriage and the role of women in Muslim households – but no one realised how seriously I was taking my religious conversion. I remember going out for dinner with my dad and him saying, ‘Go on, have a glass of wine. I won’t tell Syed!’ A lot of people assumed I was only converting to Islam to keep his family happy, not because I believed in it.
“Later that year, we had an enormous Bengali wedding, and moved into a flat together – but I certainly wasn’t chained to the kitchen sink. I didn’t even wear the hijab at all to start with, and wore a bandana or a hat instead.
“I was used to getting a certain amount of attention from guys when I went out to clubs and bars, but I had to let that go. I gradually adopted the Islamic way of thinking: I wanted people to judge me for my intelligence and my character – not for the way I looked. It was empowering.
“I’d never been part of a religious minority before, so that was a big adjustment, but my friends were very accepting. Some of them were a bit shocked: ‘What, no drink, no drugs, no men? I couldn’t do that!’ And it took a while for my male friends at university to remember things like not kissing me hello on the cheek any more. I’d have to say, ‘Sorry, it’s a Muslim thing.’
“Over time, I actually became more religious than my husband. We started growing apart in other ways, too. In the end, I think the responsibility of marriage was too much for him; he became distant and disengaged. After seven years together, I decided to get a divorce.
“When I moved back in with my parents, people were surprised I was still wandering around in a headscarf. But if anything, being on my own strengthened my faith: I began to gain a sense of myself as a Muslim, independent of him.
“Islam has given me a sense of direction and purpose. I’m involved with the Muslim Public Affairs Committee, and lead campaigns against Islamophobia, discrimination against women in mosques, poverty and the situation in Palestine. When people call us ‘extremists’ or ‘the dark underbelly of British politics’, I just think it’s ridiculous. There are a lot of problems in the Muslim community, but when people feel under siege it makes progress even more difficult.
“I still feel very much part of white British society, but I am also a Muslim. It has taken a while to fit those two identities together, but now I feel very confident being who I am. I’m part of both worlds and no one can take that away from me.”

source: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/faith/article7135026.ece

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From Left: Sukina Douglas, Catherine Heseltine, Aqeela Lindsay Wheeler, Catherine Huntley and Joanne Bailey (Photographed by Sheila Rock)


Sukina Douglas
Spoken-word poet, 28, London
“Before I found Islam, my gaze was firmly fixed on Africa. I was raised a Rastafarian and used to have crazy-long dreadlocks: one half blonde and the other half black.
“Then, in 2005, my ex-boyfriend came back from a trip to Africa and announced that he’d converted to Islam. I was furious and told him he was ‘losing his African roots’. Why was he trying to be an Arab? It was so foreign to how I lived my life. Every time I saw a Muslim woman in the street I thought, ‘Why do they have to cover up like that? Aren’t they hot?’ It looked oppressive to me.
“Islam was already in my consciousness, but when I started reading the autobiography of Malcolm X at university, something opened up inside me. One day I said to my best friend, Muneera, ‘I’m falling in love with Islam.’ She laughed and said, ‘Be quiet, Sukina!’ She only started exploring Islam to prove me wrong, but soon enough she started believing it, too.
“I was always passionate about women’s rights; there was no way I would have entered a religion that sought to degrade me. So when I came across a book by a Moroccan feminist, it unravelled all my negative opinions: Islam didn’t oppress women; people did.
“Before I converted, I conducted an experiment. I covered up in a long gypsy skirt and headscarf and went out. But I didn’t feel frumpy; I felt beautiful. I realised, I’m not a sexual commodity for men to lust after; I want to be judged for what I contribute mentally.
“Muneera and I took our shahada [declaration of faith] together a few months later, and I cut my dreadlocks off to represent renewal: it was the beginning of a new life.
“Just three weeks after our conversion, the 7/7 bombings happened; suddenly we were public enemy No 1. I’d never experienced racism in London before, but in the weeks after the bombs, people would throw eggs at me and say, ‘Go back to your own country,’ even though this was my country.
“I’m not trying to shy away from any aspect of who I am. Some people dress in Arabian or Pakistani styles, but I’m British and Caribbean, so my national dress is Primark and Topshop, layered with colourful charity-shop scarves.
“Six months after I converted, I got back together with my ex-boyfriend, and now we’re married. Our roles in the home are different, because we are different people, but he would never try to order me around; that’s not how I was raised.
“Before I found Islam, I was a rebel without a cause, but now I have a purpose in life: I can identify my flaws and work towards becoming a better person. To me, being a Muslim means contributing to your society, no matter where you come from.”

source: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/faith/article7135026.ece

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From Left: Sukina Douglas, Catherine Heseltine, Aqeela Lindsay Wheeler, Catherine Huntley and Joanne Bailey (Photographed by Sheila Rock)
From left: Sukina Douglas, Catherine Heseltine, Aqeela Lindsay Wheeler, Catherine Huntley and Joanne Bailey


Joanne Bailey
Solicitor, 30, Bradford
“The first time I wore my hijab into the office, I was so nervous, I stood outside on the phone to my friend for ages going, ‘What on earth is everyone going to say?’ When I walked in, a couple of people asked, ‘Why are you wearing that scarf? I didn’t know you were a Muslim.’
“I’m the last person you’d expect to convert to Islam: I had a very sheltered, working-class upbringing in South Yorkshire. I’d hardly even seen a Muslim before I went to university.
“In my first job at a solicitor’s firm in Barnsley, I remember desperately trying to play the role of the young, single, career woman: obsessively dieting, shopping and going to bars – but I never felt truly comfortable.
“Then one afternoon in 2004 everything changed: I was chatting to a Muslim friend over coffee, when he noticed the little gold crucifix around my neck. He said, ‘Do you believe in God, then?’ I wore it more for fashion than religion and said, ‘No, I don’t think so,’ and he started talking about his faith.
“I brushed him off at first, but his words stuck in my mind. A few days later, I found myself ordering a copy of the Koran on the internet.
“It took me a while to work up the courage to go to a women’s social event run by the Leeds New Muslims group. I remember hovering outside the door thinking, ‘What the hell am I doing here?’ I imagined they would be dressed head-to-toe in black robes: what could I, a 25-year-old, blonde English girl, possibly have in common with them?
“But when I walked in, none of them fitted the stereotype of the oppressed Muslim housewife; they were all doctors, teachers and psychiatrists. I was struck by how content and secure they seemed. It was meeting these women, more than any of the books I read, that convinced me that I wanted to become a Muslim.
“After four years, in March 2008, I made the declaration of faith at a friend’s house. At first, I was anxious that I hadn’t done the right thing, but I soon relaxed into it – a bit like starting a new job.
“A few months later, I sat my parents down and said, ‘I’ve got something to tell you.’ There was a silence and my mum said, ‘You’re going to become Muslim, aren’t you?’ She burst into tears and kept asking things like, ‘What happens when you get married? Do you have to cover up? What about your job?’ I tried to reassure her that I’d still be me, but she was concerned for my welfare.
“Contrary to what most people think, Islam doesn’t oppress me; it lets me be the person that I was all along. Now I’m so much more content and grateful for the things I’ve got. A few months ago, I got engaged to a Muslim solicitor I met on a training course. He has absolutely no problem with my career, but I do agree with the Islamic perspective on the traditional roles for men and women. I want to look after my husband and children, but I also want my independence. I’m proud to be British and I’m proud to be Muslim – and I don’t see them as conflicting in any way.”

source:http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/faith/article7135026.ece

bukan doa STATIK di tikar sembahyang

ingatlah, palestin tak perlukan tangisan kita, walaupun keluar air mata darah sekalipun, mereka lebih jelek melihat tangisan itu yang hanya meraih simpati. Betul, mereka perlukan doa kita, tetapi mereka mahukan doa yang bergerak. Bukan doa yang statik di atas tikar sembahyang. Mereka perlukan perajurit2 yang sanggup meninggalkan kesenangan2 duniawi ini dan bangkit bergerak menyedarkan manusia2 lain, bahawasanya untuk membebaskan palestin hanya boleh dengan menjadi world order, seperti yang sedang disandang oleh israel dan sekutunya amerika. dan utnuk menjadi world order ini kita tidak ada pilihan lain selain bermula dari bawah, iaitu membentuk individu2 muslim.



extracted from nawwar insyirah: burung pipit

Tuesday, June 1

buat GAZA

kenapa begini?


Ummat Islam yang tidak faham Islam menghina-hina Islam. Ummat Islam yang faham Islam pula malas menyebarkannya. Yang menyebarkannya pula bergaduhan akan teritori dakwahnya. Yang bergaduhan, berakhir dengan benci membenci sesama mereka.
Kalau kita semua semenjak dahulu lagi tidak memakai pakaian kemegahan dunia, dan telah menyarung pada diri mereka qamis akhirat, nescaya tiada kebaculan kita, pemimpin-pemimpin kita hari ini yang mampu membuatkan perkara ini terjadi. Kapal kemanusiaan terapung di atas laut tanpa diiringi tentera yang boleh menjaga keselamatan? Itu sahaja sudah menunjukkan betapa negara-negara Islam tidak sensitif dengan semangat rakyatnya sendiri.
Dan lihatlah pula kita. Berapa ramai antara kita yang peka dan sensitif? Berapa ramai antara kita yang mengambil Islam sebagai cara hidup? Berapa ramai pula antara kita yang faham akan tuntutan diri sebagai hamba Allah? Berapa ramai pula yang menyebarkannya? Berapa ramai yang senang bersatu berbanding bergaduh?
Berapa ramai dan berapa ramai?
Sudah nyata, apa yang berlaku hari ini, itu kebodohan kita dahulu.
Dan Allah menunjukkan pembayarannya kepada kita hari ini.
Kita lemah dan tidak berdaya.
Hanya mampu menjerit sahaja.