Posted: January 28, 2011 in Beauty of the Soul, Terrace Views
Tags: 2011, blog, conduct, daughters of Syu'aib, hadeeth, Haya, history, ibrah, idris, IPIJ, Islam, japan, learn, modesty, moses, muslim, precious, quran, shy, teachings, yeh
In these trying times of where everywhere we turn, everywhere we go, messages through ads, TVs, internet sites as well as magazines tells us that showing the beauty and freedom of rights is the new way of life. Whilst preserving to the ways of Islam is a backward step that we should avoid. This is a trap full of lies that we Muslims should thread with caution.
“Every religion has a distinct call. For Islam it is Haya’.” [Ibn Majah].
Haya’ (Shyness) is a quality that we today have lost. It is not only for women but also for men.
Narrated by Abu Huraira (ra): The Prophet said, “Faith (Belief) consists of more than sixty branches (i.e. parts). And Haya is a part of faith.” (Bukhari)
We often find that shyness, humility and bashfulness is frowned upon by our society as a weakness or a lack of confidence when, In fact these are quality of a dignified upright human being, who is conscious of their actions and their responsibilities in life.
Abdullah ibn Umar (ra) narrated that the Prophet (saw) said: “Indeed haya (modesty) and Iman are Companions. When one of them is lifted, the other leaves as well.” (Baihaqi)
Long before human neither knew how to fly nor learnt how to communicate with others around the world. But as times goes by, humans learn to do all sorts of advance stuffs, but worryingly we have lost the essential part of being human. This narration is not just about the patience of Moses nor it is highlighting about the kindness of Moses and the weakness of women. It is also not merely about the preparation that Moses has to go through to become a future prophet then. What is it about then? Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: August 16, 2010 in Memory Lane, Walks of Life
Tags: Bangi, child, friend, funny, iftaar, kid, malaysia, memory, prayer, Ramadhan, tarawih, UKM
A cool breeze swept across the face. Bright lights illuminate the beautiful dome. Starry dots scattered across the dark sky. It was squashed by a loud voice that beckoned in the distance ringing around the dome. A voice urging us to pray. I sat there, in the middle of the UKM Mosque. Looking sideways and backwards. As if searching for someone. I waited and waited. He didn’t come. A dear friend of mine was supposed to be meeting me here tonight. And suddenly I remembered that he couldn’t be here. Not now. I smirked and laughed by myself. Half-cursing him. He’ll only be back tomorrow I remembered.
A thought gathered pace inside me. This was the same spot that I sat to meet up with friends at the mosque. It’s been 11 years I think. I don’t know why but we usually tend to meet up at this very same spot without even discussing about it beforehand. Memories were carved here.
I pondered, Ramadhans had always been dear to me. Trials and tribulations followed by success and happiness. And it always had a major impact on me as person and how I see life. But the early memories always stick the most.
Year after year pass by and we seldom notice nor care about how it had pass us by. We treat is as routine time and again. There are many things associated with Ramadan. Grown-ups treat it differently with that of a kid. As a kid, fasting was something that is considered an achievement that would make you be in the league of grown-ups. Did we know why were fasting then? No. Did we understand the significance of the month? The Tarawih prayers? No. But fasting was something you want to do as a child. It was thrilling to say the least. Childhood memories. We all had them. Yours might be the same as mine or may be totally different, but here are some to share. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: June 14, 2010 in Beauty of the Soul, Terrace Views
Tags: alien, Allah, fi laylah minal layali, foreigner, Ghurabaa, Haya, hokkaido, idris, Islam, japan, lonely, muhammad husayn, muroran, muslim, orang asing, shy, song, stranger, views and opinions, yeh
The companions of Rasulullah (saw), the Tabiin and the Tabi Tabiin. Those men and women who were around the Prophet, who surrounded, who supported, who followed, who listened, who obeyed, who loved, who sacrificed for the messenger of Allah saw. They were the strangers then.
Abu Hurairah RA, he said: Rasulullah SAW said: “Islam was strange when it began and will one day be strange again; Blessed are the ghuraba’ (those strange people)”. [H.R.Muslim]
Who are the strangers in our time? We are the strangers insyaAllah.
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Posted: May 8, 2010 in Beauty of the Soul, Memory Lane, Walks of Life
Tags: 2010, al-ummah, article, GWG, heart, IPIJ, Islam, Jalinan mesra, japan, japanese, muslim, program, spring, spring is in the air, toyama, ukhuwah, winter, yamanashi, yeh
Spring is in the Air! Beamed the promotion posters. It falls on the Golden Week holidays. Golden Week in Japan usually consists of a week of holidays. Fast approaching my final year here, I prepared to make the journey again. The last journey perhaps. Questions often asked to me, why do I make those long journeys again and again to learn about my religion? It is worth it?
No matter where we come from, what languages we speak or what color our skin is, we are all unique in special ways. We all share the same desire and hunger to succeed and most importantly to love and to be loved. Many have argued that love is only a feeling and cannot bring wealth or success but deep inside, we all know that love is the greatest motivation that a person can have. But where or what is the true meaning of love? Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: April 10, 2010 in Memory Lane, Walks of Life
Tags: 2010, big, dreamer, freeze, hokkaido, idris, japan, lesson, life, map, muroran, niseko, sakura, sapporo, snowboard, spring, Suginohara, the, winter, yeh
Hokkaido and the northern part of Japan woke up to bitterly cold temperatures and heavy snow showers. As the “BIG FREEZE” continued to keep an icy grip on the northern part of this world, we generally struggle to cope with the changes in climate. As the winter tightens its grip, the smiles turn into frowns. Frozen lakes, burst pipes, blocked roads and head high snow makes life far more difficult than it already is. At first, it was welcomed with joy, but it quickly turns in problems. But if you think it’s been cold, count your blessings that we can still afford to keep ourselves warm at night.
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Posted: November 10, 2009 in Terrace Views, Walks of Life
Tags: aki, autumn, beauty, describe, fall, haiku, hokkaido, idris, japan, kouyou, leaf, leaves, mahzan, meaning, momiji, november, poem, The Dreamer, yeh
Autumn leaves dancing,
Float softly on the quickening breeze,
Tiny ribbons of scarlet and gold drift slowly down,
Rustling plaintive song of farewell.
As the stubborn limbs of the trees,
Reach for the last precious moments of warmth,
From summers fading light,
Cool tendrils and woodsmoke and mist enfold the woods…
In autumn heart we rest.
In Japan, each of the 4 seasons is distinct from one another. From the fresh green buds of spring that gives way to the lush heat of the summer. And in autumn, the forest turns red and yellow. Soon the white snow will blanket these vibrant colours as if preserving the forest for the seasons to come. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: June 21, 2009 in Beauty of the Soul, Memory Lane, Walks of Life
Tags: aisyah, ammar, article, care, childhood, children, england, experience, fathers day, idris, japan, love, mahzan, memory, mothers day, parents, primary school, sheffield, thedreamer, value, yeh
Generations unfold, father to son, mother to daughter. Where one leaves off, the other follows, destined to repeat each other mistakes, each others triumphs. But, how do we see the world if not through their lens? The same fears, the same desires. Do we see them as an example to follow or as a warning of what to avoid? Choosing to live as they have simply because it is all what we know or driven to create our own identity?And what happens if we find them to be a disappointment? Can we replace them? Our beloved mothers and fathers. Will destiny drive us to find our way back? Back to familiar comforts of home?
I sat there, for how long it doesn’t seem to matter. There I was, staring at the blank pages before me. An old laptop where I usually find to be more than a companion. Wondering how to speak these unspoken words, how to express these unwritten thoughts? Read the rest of this entry »