lenguhkaki

Bila Tuhan cintakan saya, saya buat buat tak tahu je.

Tuhan telah cintakan saya malah sebelum saya lahir lagi ke dunia ini. Bila saya lahir, saya kenal ibu bapa dan kawan kawan, saya lupa Tuhan. Saya mengharapkan cinta dari orang lain untuk saya isi hati saya, padahal Tuhan setiasa bersedia untuk mengisi hati saya dengan cintaNya. Bila saya tidak jumpa cinta yang saya cari, saya minta dari Tuhan, saya doa dengan sungguh hati semoga saya berjumpa dengan orang yang saya inginkan. Bila Tuhan tidak jawab doa saya, saya salahkan Tuhan kerana melambatkan pertemuan saya dengan belahan hati saya. Bila saya ditemukan dengan orang yang salah, saya marahkan Tuhan sebab ini bukan yang saya mahu. Saya kata Tuhan tidak sayangkan saya.

Padahal

Bila Tuhan tidak jawab doa saya

Tuhan saya mahu dengar suara saya lagi

Kerana Dia rindukan rintihan saya kepadanya

Padahal

Bila Tuhan lambatkan pertemuan saya dengan belahan hati saya

Tuhan ingin ajar saya erti kesabaran dan indahnya cinta yang sebenar

Bila saya ditemukan dengan orang yang salah

Tuhan sebenanrnya mengajarkan saya bagaimana untuk mengahrgai sebuah cinta apabila saya bertemu dengan cinta sebenarnya

Bila saya kata Tuhan tidak sayangkan saya

Saya sebenarnya salah

Padahal

Tuhan sentisa ada di sisi

Sedia untuk memberikan cintaNya kepada saya

Mata saya buta

Telinga saya tuli

Hati saya tertutup

Tuhan yang sentiasa ada saya tidak nampak

Orang yang tidak kelihatan juga yang mahu saya cari

Oh berdosanya saya

Assalamualaikum wbt. Dengan nama Allah Yang Maha Pemurah lagi Maha Penyayang.

                         Anggota tengah hendaklah inga

        kerana di situ ramai orang hilang semangat.- Raja Ali Haji

Segala puja dan puji bagi Allah yang telah menghidupkan saya sebagai seorang Muslim, dan saya berdoa semoga Dia mengembalikan saya sebagai seorang Muslim juga. Juga kerana mentakdirkan saya untuk mempelajari ilmu psikologi dan perubatan. Banyak yang telah Tuhan tunjukkan kepada saya akan keberuntungannya menjadi seorang Muslim.

Hidup sebagai minoriti dalam masyarakat yang sebahagian besarnya bukan Islam, memang mencabar. Apatah lagi dilahirkan sebagai seorang Melayu. 2 kali ganda saya dipandang semacam. Tetapi itu bukan apa apa untuk saya, itu kan menjadikan hidup kita lebih menarik🙂..Sebenarnya makin lama saya hidup di sini, saya banyak fahami jiwa jiwa orang bukan Islam di sini, yang sangat rapuh dan kosong. Ramai orang di sini, kebanyakannya tiada agama. Hidup mereka adalah atas perkiraan logik akal berdasarkan nilai nilai moral dan kemanusiaan.Kurang nilai rohani. Ah, mereka itu kan manusia logik. Rohani itukan tidak logik, sebab ia bukan sesuatu yang mereka boleh nampak. Tidak boleh dikira kira.

Sepanjang beberapa minggu berada dalam wad kanak kanak, hati saya jadi begitu kasihan..Bayangkan budak sekecil 8 tahun sudah ada depression, dan sudah diberi pula ubat ubatan. Masa kecil kanak kanak itu telah dirompak begitu sahaja, kerana kesalahan ibu dan ayah serta ahli keluarga lain yang tidak bertanggungjawab. Mahu jadi dia nanti apabila besar? Moga Tuhan kurniakan kebaikan yang banyak kepada dia, si kecil itu. Sangat ramai kanak kanak yang ada masalah depression, cubaan membunuh diri untuk kali keberapa agaknya, makan ubat ubatan untuk mengurangkan masalah psikologi mereka. Aduh, kasihan. Mereka ini tidak nampak lagi tujuan hidup mereka. Berapa ramai pula yang hanya duduk terbaring di atas katil selama berminggu minggu hanya semata takut untuk keluar rumah, kerana merasakan hidup ini terlalu sukar…Aduh dikkkkk, cuba lihat matahari yang sedang tersenyum, cuba dengarkan burung burung yang bernyanyi dik!!!

Itu belum dilihat lagi, orang orang tua yang sangat kosong hidupnya di rumah orang orang tua. Walau pun rumah orang orang tua di sini sangat cantik, layak pula dipanggil hotel, tetapi apabila kita melangkah masuk, kita akan tahu bahawa rumah rumah itu sebenarnya sangat kosong, telur ayam. Walau hakikatnya begitu ramai makhluk di dalam bangunan itu, walau bangunan itu sangat cantik, kalah Istana Lama Seri Menanti yang saya sangat kagumi itu.

Oh, itu tidak kira lagi berapa ramai anak luar nikah yang ada di sini. Juga tidak ketinggalan yang terang terangan mengaku bahawa anak yang dikandung itu adalah luar nikah. Ah, apa ada pada nikah kan? Kalau sudah boleh hidup macam orang yang sudah berkahwin, lalu apa ertinya pergi mendaftarkan diri utuk berkahwin secara sivil ? Lalu perlu apanya gaun perkahwinan yang ditempah khas beribu ribu dolar? Aduhh, kacauuuu…

Hrmmm, saya memang hidup dalam masyarakat yang kacau. Dan dipenuhi juga dengan manusia manusia yang kacak bergaya dan cantik menawan. Berakhlak sopan dan santun, tetapi orientasi mereka begitu meragukan.Gay kah doktor A yang kacak di hospital itu?  Lesbian kah perempuan cantik  yang duduk di sebelah saya di dalam bas? Sulitttt sangat ni..

Lalu apa untungnya saya sebagai Muslim di sini?

Assalamualaikum, and peace be upon you. In the name of Allah the Most Gracious the Most Merciful.

I hope this letter found you in the pinkest of health, physically and mentally. And spiritually, I hope. Today, I found a member of yours. When I was in way back home by bus, from the hospital I work. I was greeted, or actually all of us in the bus were warmly greeted by this member of yours. Telling us, or actually yelling at full speed, saying God is dead, God is dead, God is dead. Another time, Science never lies, science never lies, science never lies. Before he was asked to shut up, he yelled ” once you’re dead, you’re dead”, thrice. I do not know whether this member of yours was at his optimal functional capacity or not, I saw him holding a can of beer when he got down at the shopping complex. Anyhow, I always believe that if you want to know how a person actually feels and thinks, just wait until he get drunk or get angry and wait to see whatever he says. He will say whatever he actually hides within. I have not experienced this, because I do not drink.

I was not hurt by him. Not even a slice. The reason I am writing this letter is to find out few things. I wish no emotional arguments, just pure intellectual dialogues. I want to know ;

First: On what basis this member of yours can claim that God is dead, or put it another way, that there is no God?

Second: Why does this member of yours only believe in only one life ie, once death comes, then it’s the end of life?

Third: Why does this member of yours say Science never lies? Has it told all the truth yet?

There are actually a lot more questions I would like ask, but I think, it’s enough for the time being. Till we meet again. Before that, I would like to dedicate this video, a combination of just a snippet of talk from someone,who once, used to be a member of yours, now has become the member of mine.Please watch it with an open and clean heart. Watch it at your best time. And may Allah keep you well until then.

Assalamualaikum.

lenguhkaki

Assalamualaikum wbt…in the name of Allah the Most Gracious the Most Merciful.

I love to wear baju kurung. Especially when I go out to see people, in the hospital, where I would spend few hours out of my precious 24 hours. People here saying, how nice our baju kurung are, how lovely it is, and even ask to make one for them. That is out of my capacity. I do not know how to make one, though I did learn it from my mum. Anyhow,  there are few reasons why I love my baju kurung.

First, it covers my aurat, part of my body that should be covered as told by Allah in Surah an Noor, ayat 31  “ And tell the believing women to lower their gaze,and protect their private parts and not to show off their adornment except only that which is apparent, and to draw their veils all over Juyubihinna and not to reveal their adornment except to their husbands, or their fathers…….”.It is not that loose nor that it is too tight, it is not too thick nor does it too thin to be revealing. Looks very pretty on any builds, small, slim, slender, petite, normal size, overweight, or even the obese.

Second, it shows where I come from. I am a Malay, and I am proud of my heritage. And should’t I be thankful to Allah, for giving my people someone who has invented this costume, that is ever-evergreen, just name any functions you can think of, this baju kurung would suit itself readily. It can be worn by the queens and the folks, it suits the hot scrotching summer as it does in the cold rainy days, it looks elegant on wedding parties and comfy to have it on when we go to school. While it looks formal for a career woman, the housewives would look so sweet in their baju kurung while they are doing their daily chores, too. Whoever he/she that invented this costume, must have got a lot of share in this world and the world hereafter for their sincerity and creativity he/ she put into the making of this baju kurung.

Third, because my mum made them. Nearly all  my baju kurung  are made by my mum. Whenever I wear them, I will remember her. My mum is just so creative, and so artistic, and very hardworking. I wish I can be like her. She made my baju kurung ever since I can remember things, and they fit me just nice. I can feel the love, and the hardwork she put on our baju kurung  especially when it comes to the collar part. My mum would use few sewing techniques as finishing  on the collar part to make it looks nice, and not just some blunt-lazy finishing work . Sometimes she uses the tulang belut  technique as the finishing, or most of the time she uses mata lalat, as it is easier and takes less time to finish.

 

 

* all pix taken from the internet

I believe whoever who had designed baju kurung must  be somebody super genius. He had taken into considerations few factors:

– that his design must follow the Quranic teaching

– that the costume must look pretty for all women, from all classes of the society, be it the princess or the paupers. Be it

   the old or the young ones, be it the the tall and slender or the oversize ones.

– that his design must show the character of the Malays, who love nature and simplicity, but elegant

– that his design must be practical and suit  all functions and events, and weather of any kind.

– that his invention is to be everlasting, still to be worn for hundreds of years to come

Isn’t then the  designer a super genius? Should have won the Anugerah Jarum Emas  or anything of its kind.

Kain songket tenun melayu

Mengandung makna serta ibarat

Hidup rukun berbilang suku

Sebarang kerja boleh di buat

Assalamualaikum wbt…peace be upon you…

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious the Most Merciful.

I am a Muslim. And I am a Malay. Which one I decide is the  most important thing in my life? Is being a Malay being the top most priority? Or is it being a Muslim? Can I just be a Muslim, without being a Malay? I am tired, people are being biased with the Malays, and the reverse is true too. But, I do not want to be a Malay who is being looked down at or looking down at people because I am a Malay.  That is not fair. That is just so bad. And I am thinking, if Allah favors certain people just because they are born to be a Malay, or a Chinese, or a Caucasian, or an Aborigine, then Allah is not being fair to us, which is not Allah’s attribute. We do not ask to being born into such and such races, or at such and such places, do we?  So then, people who think they are being superior to other human beings just because they belong to certain races, must be wrong. Why? Because this indirectly telling that Allah  is Zalim. Didn’t Allah reminds us in Surah Al Jumuah, verse 6, ” Say, O Ye that stand on Judaism! If you think that  ye are friends to Allah, to the exclusion of other men, then express your desire for death, if ye are truthful!” ….People who read this with sound mind should understand that we have to read Quran as if it is talking to us, personally.And since the Quran is sent down to all the human beings, this reminder must not be just for Jews only, rite?

Being Malay then is not as important. I am left with the option of being a Muslim. Meaning, my religion take the most priority in my life over being a Malay. Do I need to stop being a Malay? I do not think so. I think I should be a Malay who is a Muslim. Malay Muslim, or should I put it the other way round, being a Muslim Malay. Submitting myself to Allah takes precedence over all things. I feel free that way. Being a Malay, is then only a tool for me to submit myself to Allah. I guess all the races, all the skin colours, all the languages differences make this world so wonderful to live in. Only when people understand it. Imagine if this world is only black and white in colour. So dull , so gloomy, so depressing. And Allah knows this when He tells us in Surah Al Hujurat, ayat 13, “…and made you into nations and tribes, that ye may know each other( not that ye may despise each other). Verily, the most honoured of you in the sight of Allah is he who is the most righteous of you…. ” How beautiful is that? Now that Allah is telling us, that the best of people are not the Chinese, or the Indians, or the Malays, or the Jews, the best of us are the most pious among us. The verse is also urging us to engage  with other people and to value the presence of each other  too.

What is my view then regarding all those readings about the Malay race? That we are the descendants of the Keturah,  the woman of the far east, the third wife of Prophet Abraham. That we are the lost tribe the Jews are looking for for ages, that the Lost world of Atlantis is actually the  Pentas Sunda? Well, it could be true, it could be wrong. There might be partially true, with some distortions here and there. The stories in the Bible itself, is not 100% wrong, it is just that we do not know which bit is the genuine one. There are a lot of stories that Allah has revealed, and there’s a lot more that Allah hides. Which means that it is not that important to know. The only source that I am 100% sure of is the Al Quran, followed by the Prophet’s hadeeth.

Assalamulaikum wbt…Peace be upon you..In the name of Allah the Most Gracious the Most Merciful..

The Malay people. Who are they? Where are we originally from? Is there any such things as ketuanan Melayu? Is it true that the Malay royals are descendant of Iskandar Zulkarnain from Makaduniah(read: Sejarah Melayu) or known as Alexander the Great from Macedonia?  I have been pondering upon these questions since I was in college. You know, those times when we start to be exposed to the outside world. To have a bit of understanding of the mainstream politics. To go out and grow up, to see the world.  One thing for sure, I do not understand why we do have to separate ourselves( I mean the Malays) from the others like the Chinese and the Indians and others. Why does this thing happen? That is just bad. I guess it is fun to mix with the others too, as we did when we were small. There were no walls separating us, as kids we did not choose to play with the other kids on the basis of the colours, rite? It is purely on the basis of whether it is fun to play with them or not. That’s all.

That is just one of the conflicts that we have within our beloved country. There are many others.Then, we always have this argument with our next-door big brother, the Indonesians. Just go to Youtube, try one of this Siti Nurhaliza’s song, titled Es Lilin. It’s originally a Sundanese song. Just scroll down the page, and you will get to see how people bad-mouthed each other. One claims it is their song, another claims it is the Malay song, other people claim different things..The list just goes on. Songs, clothes, batik, wayang kulit, roti canai etc…….It is just so tiring. Why can’t we  just shut up our mouth and appreciate all those nice things in life? Much of our time are wasted just on this matters, when instead the energy and the time can be better used to value the richness of the culture that we share together.

Back to the discussion. Who are these people that we call Malay? I used to think that Malay is a mixed race, between the Indians and the Chinese when they came to the Malay Archipelago long time ago. It could be true. But, it is more than  that. A lot of books, internet sources, researches, are debating about the origins of the Malay people. From the Book of Mormons, to the people of the high land, from the Old Testament when it is talking about Keturah and all the theories, from the heated discussion about Bangsa Mim and the coming of Mesiah. You can read about  Bani Jawi , or anything related. A lottttt.

Then, I came to this conclusion. Even if I knew that the Jews are trying to find the descendants of the lost tribes, even I knew that the Mount Ophir mentioned in the Book of Mormons is actually Gunung Ledang, even if I knew about  Bangsa Mim and learn how great we were in the past, even if it is true that the gold in the tomb of the Pharaoh came from the land of  Suvarnabhumi aka Golden Chernoses, would it help me to enter Jannah? Would it actually lead me closer to Allah? Would it make me any better person for the sake of my race, my nations, my religion? Or would I be more racist, knowing that this Bangsa Mim used to rule on this world, would I look down on the Jews or be terrified of them knowing that they are keeping their eyes on the Malays? What would I do?

Assalamualaikum wbt…..

What does Islam mean to me?I am born Muslim. To Muslim parents, in a small place, somewhere considered rural, in Malaysia. I did not really know what I was doing back then. My parents sent me to good school(s), where all the kids learn all basic stuffs we need to do as Muslims. We learnt how to pray 5 times a day, we fasted, some of us started as early as 5 or may be lesser. We were sort of motivated, by our parents who promised us if we could finish fasting for 30 days, then  we would get 30 bucks for each full day we fast. That time 30 bucks was really big for us. you could buy heaps lots of stuffs, though at the end, the money went back to our parents who would keep that money in our bank account. We went  mengaji or going for Quranic teaching, always run by someone who is good in their tajwid or the proper way to rehearse Al Quran. There would be around 15 kids, waiting for their turn to recite a verse in the Quran in front of the teacher. Long rulers, or feather dusters would be used if we were lazy, or playing around.

As a kid, I never see the difference between me, and Stella Jane or Durga Devi,my classmates who are Indians by race, or Lorraine Thong and Audrey Teh who are Chinese. I know they are Indians and Chinese, and so what? We are good friends, I mean really good. We played together, scolded each other, went to visit each other houses. I went to the class who are nearly half of them were either Chinese or Indians, and even my school bus mates are mostly Indians. Even the anne in the bus used to ask me to buy him his Tamil newspaper. I loved my Chinese teacher, Puan Kow Swee Yong, who motivated me to learn English. One of my chinese friend even loved the song by Raihan, Puji pujian, and memorized it by heart. I do not know that we are different. By we, I mean the Malay, Chinese, Indians, orang asli etc.

Then, with Allah’s will, I was accepted into an all girls’ school. All of us are Malay, and Muslim.Those were my circle of friends for the next good five years. At this stage, we are prepared to become the nations’ future leaders. ( This is what all schools do, isn’t? ). But, the different is, the sense of to become a superwoman sort of lingering in our heads. You know, like to become the CEO of that company, to be a minister who speaks up in the Parliament, to be somebody super rich etc. Our aim that time is to be the best of students in the country, so that we can go overseas to further our study. ( by overseas, I meant UK..that’s what overseas meant to me that time…never thought Singapore can be overseas too). After years in Australia, only then I remembered that I actually knew Australia very early probably since I was little, about 3 or 4 when we used to play sep sep. The song goes like this..”saya popai di silomen, saya tinggal di ostrolia..saya buka pintu dan jatuh ke tanah, saya popai di silomen..tut tut” . It supposedly mean.. ”  I am Popeye, The Sailorman, I live in Australia, I open the door and fell down on the land, I am Popeye, the Sailorman..tut tut”…hahahhaha…. At that time, I do not know that silomen is sailorman, popai is Popeye, and ostrolia is Australia, never knew  that ostrolia is a place, not even a country!!!!

You see,what the British colonization did to the minds of the youngs in my land? They left our country, Yes, we are free physically, but not mentally. They left their footprints for us to follow. What we all see, is that we have go to UK to further study because that is the best place in the world, if we want to be somebody later. We have to learn from them how to run our country, because only they know best. Their systems, you name any, from school to politics to economy are the best. Par excellence. And, we have to be like them if we want to succeed. I guess if the Australians colonized our land, the same thing would happen. We would never know where the UK is, or even worst, we ask what is UK? Ulu Kelang? Ujung Kampung?

 

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