Thursday, April 29, 2010

Allah knows best ..............



Had been so busy, terribly busy. The organisation is undergoing a massive restructuring. What has it got to do with me? Hmmm.... knock hard on the head to bring out the answer. Yes, it does affect my position in one way or another. In the mean time, I just hope for the best. What I want may not be the best. Kita plan, macam-macam dok ting tong dalam kepala, wishing we get what we want. But at the end of the day, only Allah has the answer - because He knows what is best. Whatever that comes, syukur alhamdulillah....

Long weekend starting esok. Office tutup coz Saturday is a public holiday, so replacement leave is tomorrow. Yay!! At least I can do some banking stuff and pay bills. Income tax baru submit tadi - e-filing. Lega. Ni last minute punya kerja la ni. Bukan apa, saja simpan kot2 before the closing date terjumpa pula bil2 yang boleh digunakan untuk tax exemption. Mana tau. To be honest, tak jumpa apa2pun. Had to submit exactly as was drafted more than a month ago!

My plan for the weekend? Hmmm.... macam-macam. Hubby will be travelling tomorrow to Kuching, balik Sunday. Saturday plan is to go to a small gathering at a friend's place in Sunway Kayangan, insyaallah. Dah lama sungguh tak jumpa this set of friends, kawan-kawan lama masa di ITM Arau. When we were there, campus tu masih dalam hutan kebun getah. Macam2 yang kami lalui dulu. But it was fun. Over the years, these girls selalu jumpa each other, cuma aku selalu tak berpeluang tak join. Insyaallah, I will try to make it this time around. Dengar kata, they all siap nak ada dress code - black and white... ala-ala michael jackson gitu. Ok juga, safe colour...

Visiting mak is out of question this weekend. She will be going back to Alor Star with my sis. Rindu kat rumah dia and her friends, I suppose. Since my sis boleh ambil cuti (finally!), she and the husband dengan rela hati plan dengan mak. Happy dia.... alhamdulillah. But I will miss this sister of mine, miss the free lunch every Sunday! We will meet almost every Sunday for lunch. Selalunya they all belanja, tu yang best. Tak pa la, next time aku belanja... ok, Puan Syahrimi? I will miss their company, that's definite. The chit-chatting, cerita serious, cerita mengarut.

Wish for a good and restful weekend, insyaallah. And wishing all - selamat menyambut hari buruh / hari pekerja. Jadilah pekerja dan buruh yang mithali.... I have been trying to be one, alhamdulillah....

Love this piece. Let share ....

ALLAH KNOWS BEST
Allah knows what's best for us, so why should we complain
We always want sunshine
But he knows there must be rain
We always want laughter, and the merriment of cheer
But our heart will lose their tenderness, if we never shed a tear
Allah tests us often with sufferings and with sorrows
He tests us not to punish us, but to help us meet tomorrow
For growing trees are strengthened, if they can withstand the storm
And the sharpness of the chisel, gave the marble its grace and form
Allah tests us often
And for every pain He gives us
Provided we are patient, is followed by rich gain
So whenever we feel that everything is going wrong
Remember....
It is just Allah's way to make our spirit strong.
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"Who-so-ever is in the heavens and on earth begs of Him. Every days He has a matter to bring forth [such as giving honor to some, disgrace to some, life to some, death to some, etc]. {Qur'an 55:29}

Friday, April 16, 2010

A call to reflect ..........


"All Praise is due to Allah; we begin with His name and turn to Him in all of the tests He puts forward to strengthen us. May He shower peace and blessings upon Muhammad,the Seal of the Prophets,his family, Companions, and those who follow his way until the Day of Judgment. All praise is due to Allah, Who always hears the prayer and du`aa' (supplication) of those who call upon Him. May we continue to seek His guidance and His pleasure in all our actions, and continue to be guided to do that which is pleasing to Him."

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A Woman's Reflection on Leading Prayer
by Yasmin Mogahed
13 April 2010

On March 18, 2005, Amina Wadud led the first female-led jum`ah (Friday) prayer. On that day, women took a huge step towards being more like men. But did we come closer to actualizing our God-given liberation?

I don’t think so.

What we so often forget is that God has honored the woman by giving her value in relation to God—not in relation to men. But as Western feminism erases God from the scene, there is no standard left—except men. As a result, the Western feminist is forced to find her value in relation to a man. And in so doing, she has accepted a faulty assumption. She has accepted that man is the standard, and thus a woman can never be a full human being until she becomes just like a man.

When a man cut his hair short, she wanted to cut her hair short. When a man joined the army, she wanted to join the army. She wanted these things for no other reason than because the “standard” had it.

What she didn’t recognize was that God dignifies both men and women in their distinctiveness – not their sameness. And on March 18, Muslim women made the very same mistake.

For 1400 years there has been a consensus of the scholars that men are to lead prayer. As a Muslim woman, why does this matter? The one who leads prayer is not spiritually superior in any way. Something is not better just because a man does it. And leading prayer is not better, just because it’s leading. Had it been the role of women or had it been more divine, why wouldn’t the Prophet Muhammad s.a.w have asked Ayesha or Khadija, or Fatima—the greatest women of all time—to lead? These women were promised heaven—and yet they never led prayer.

But now, for the first time in 1400 years, we look at a man leading prayer and we think, “That’s not fair.” We think so although God has given no special privilege to the one who leads. The imam is no higher in the eyes of God than the one who prays behind.

On the other hand, only a woman can be a mother. And God has given special privilege to a mother. The Prophet Muhammad s.a.w taught us that heaven lies at the feet of mothers. But no matter what a man does he can never be a mother. So why is that not unfair?

When asked, “Who is most deserving of our kind treatment?” the Prophet ﷺ replied, “Your mother” three times before saying “your father” only once. Is that sexist? No matter what a man does he will never be able to have the status of a mother.

And yet, even when God honors us with something uniquely feminine, we are too busy trying to find our worth in reference to men to value it—or even notice. We, too, have accepted men as the standard; so anything uniquely feminine is, by definition, inferior. Being sensitive is an insult, becoming a mother—a degradation. In the battle between stoic rationality (considered masculine) and selfless compassion (considered feminine), rationality reigns supreme.

As soon as we accept that everything a man has and does is better, all that follows is a knee-jerk reaction: if men have it, we want it too. If men pray in the front rows, we assume this is better, so we want to pray in the front rows too. If men lead prayer, we assume the imam is closer to God, so we want to lead prayer too. Somewhere along the line we’ve accepted the notion that having a position of worldly leadership is some indication of one’s position with God.

A Muslim woman does not need to degrade herself in this way. She has God as a standard. She has God to give her value; she doesn’t need a man.

In fact, in our crusade to follow men, we as women never even stopped to examine the possibility that what we have is better for us. In some cases we even gave up what was higher only to be like men.

Fifty years ago, society told us that men were superior because they left the home to work in factories. We were mothers. And yet, we were told that it was women’s liberation to abandon the raising of another human being in order to work on a machine. We accepted that working in a factory was superior to raising the foundation of society—just because a man did it.

Then, after working, we were expected to be superhuman—the perfect mother, the perfect wife, the perfect homemaker—and have the perfect career. And while there is nothing wrong, by definition, with a woman having a career, we soon came to realize what we had sacrificed by blindly mimicking men. We watched as our children became strangers and soon recognized the privilege we’d given up.

And so only now—given the choice—women in the West are choosing to stay home to raise their children. According to the United States Department of Agriculture, only 31 percent of mothers with babies, and 18 percent of mothers with two or more children, are working full-time. And of those working mothers, a survey conducted by Parenting Magazine in 2000, found that 93% of them say they would rather be at home with their kids, but are compelled to work due to ‘financial obligations.’ These ‘obligations’ are imposed on women by the gender sameness of the modern West, and removed from women by the gender distinctiveness of Islam.

It took women in the West almost a century of experimentation to realize a privilege given to Muslim women 1400 years ago.

Given my privilege as a woman, I only degrade myself by trying to be something I’m not – and in all honesty – don’t want to be: a man. As women, we will never reach true liberation until we stop trying to mimic men, and value the beauty in our own God-given distinctiveness.

If given a choice between stoic justice and compassion, I choose compassion. And if given a choice between worldly leadership and heaven at my feet—I choose heaven.

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A well-written article on us ....women, describing what we are experiencing. May ALLAH help us in facing this modern life challenges and provide us patience, strength, knowledge and wisdom in building “the foundation of society” in the way He prescribed us to do while also working. We definitely need His help in every single moment.

The article above is really a call to reflect. Especially this – “If given a choice between stoic justice and compassion, I choose compassion. And if given a choice between worldly leadership and heaven at my feet—I choose heaven.”

So why am I still here working ...... the question that will never leave me.... and something that leaves us all to ponder about. The answer lies within us.

However, in another perspective, it may not be the “working” that make us fall short in “effectively” raising our children. It may be our faith, our knowledge, our passion or our strength. Without the good & right “intelligences” and competencies, staying home may also make us ineffective in building “the foundation of society”.

Wallahu'alam.

Note : Special thanks to a dear friend and a sister, Fairuzlina for sending me this article and also many others. May Allah bless her always.

~~ Allah is very Gracious and Kind to His slaves ~~ {Qu'ran 42:19}

Thursday, April 15, 2010

A dedication ..... memory of yesteryears .....



The Windmills of Your Mind

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said
Lovers walk along the shore
Leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in the hallway
And a fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
In the autumn of goodbyes
For a moment
You could not recall the color of his eyes

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind....

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I love this song. It brings back the memories of my growing up years, especially in my teens. This became our fav song, me, my eldest sis and my bestest friend, my other sis. This may not be the original, but it was just as beautiful. It was so beautiful and understated, the melody, the arrangement. It brought back the great feelings and the special meanings.... Could not remember how we stumbled across this song, could it be over my grandpa's old radio or from some cassette we found, pun tak ingat how and from where. And to both my sis who grew up together with me liking this song, this is specially dedicated to you. And I am definitely missing our sweet childish days.......... again, now matter how long ago it has been.

"The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give." ~ Ellen Glasgow

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Bill of Rights .......

The right
... to be you - the way you are, the way you want to be.
... to grow, to change, to become, to strive, to reach for any goal.
... to privacy, to keep a part of your life secret, merely because you want it to be that way.
... to be alone part of each day, each week or each year to spend time with and on yourself.
... to be loved and to love, to be accepted, cared for, adored, and the right to fulfill that privilege.
... to ask questions of anyone at anytime in any matter that affects your life, so long as it is your business to do so, and to be listened to and taken seriously.
... to self-respect and to do everything you need to do to increase your self-esteem, so long as you hurt no one in doing so.
... to be happy, to find something in the world that is meaningful and rewarding to you and that gives you sense of completeness.
... to be trusted and to trust and to be taken at your word.
... to be given a chance to make good, if you are wrong, if possible.
... to change your mind.
... to be free as long as you act responsibly.
... to win, to succeed, to compete, to make plans.
... to see those plans fulfilled.
... to become the best you can possibly become.
... to boundaries and limit.
... to be intentional.
... to choice.


"Then when you have taken a decision, put your trust in Allah ..." (Ali'Imraan, 159)

Monday, April 12, 2010

Highlight of my weekend ..... visiting mak....




It's almost 7.00 pm. Am still in office - the usual time during weekdays. Will not be home until 9.00 pm. Tiring isn't it? Anyway, trying to make the best of all, be it in the office or back home.

Weekend had been okay. Saturday pergi visit mak di Setapak. Had not visited her quite a while. Rasa bersalah tiap-tiap tiba hujung minggu. Alasan yang diberikan tiap-tiap minggu - tak sempat. I know it was not right, not at all. But last Saturday, aku cari jugak time, paksa kakak and adik. I had to do it. I miss mak, seriously. I just had to see her. Dipermudahkan Allah - hubby ada golf, so we girls had our girls day out. Had lunch at DD, terjumpa kedai sports pulak belakang cafe tu. The girls beli volleyball. Hmmm.... kasi can kat dia orang. Then terus ke Setapak. Alhamdulillah, dapat jugak tengok mak. Everytime jumpa mak, walaupun happy, but deep down I felt sad. Mengharapkan keadaan sebegini selama-lamanya, tapi tak mungkin kan? Sama ada mak pergi dulu, mungkin juga aku. Takut menghadapi apa jua kemungkinan, namun apapun jua, Allah lebih mengetahui. Doa aku semoga segala-gala dipermudahkan Allah swt. Rasa puas dapat picit2 tangan mak, peluk mak yang semakin kurus, bergurau macam dulu2 and for once I felt like a young kid again. Itulah dia hubungan anak dengan mak. Hubungan hati, hubungan perasaan. Left Setapak almost 7.00 pm. Took me close to half an hour to reach home.

Lepas solat isyak, waited for hubby to fetch us to go for dinner at Showru KJ. Tengok football match - Kedah vs NS. Sokong Kedah bagai nak rak (dah aku orang Kedah, kena la sokong orang kampung, tak gitu!). Kalah pulak.... Lain kali rasanya patut aku sokong pihak lawan, so mungkin team aku buleh menang. Tukaq cara, tukag tactic....

Overall, weekend had been okay. The highlight of the weekend was my visit to Setapak, meeting mak. Alhamdulillah. Everyday, I will make a point to call mak. Ada jugak hari-hari yang miss. Kalau dua, tiga hari tak call, mak akan sampaikan komen2 yang panas/pedas through posmen2nya. Ramai posmen dia! Ada jugak kadang-kadang tu plan nak call dah ada, then my sis kata mak bad mood, so takut pulak nak call, takut kena smash. Selalunya kena lah. Itu lah dia mak, memang tak menentu mood dia. But I am happy - I have called her today. Aku mohon pada Allah swt semoga diberikan peluang untuk menjalankan tanggungjawab sebaik mungkin sebagai anak in whatever ways, dihujung usia ini, sama ada mak ataupun aku. Semoga Allah swt memberikan yang terbaik, buat mak, buat aku, buat keluarga. Ameen....


"Dan rendahkan dirimu terhadap mereka berdua (ibubapa) dengan penuh kesayangan dan ucapkanlah : Wahai Tuhanku, kasihanilah mereka keduanya, sebagimana mereka berdua telah mendidik aku sewaktu kecil". - Al Israa', 24

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The farmer and the mouse .... the moral of the story.....





A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. 'What food might this contain?' the mouse wondered ---- he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning : 'There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!'

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said 'Mr Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.'

The mouse turned to the lamb and told him, 'There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!' The lamb sympathized, but said, 'I am so very sorry, Mr Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it. But I will thinking of you.'

The mouse turned to the cow and said, 'There is mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!'. The cow said, 'Wow, Mr Mouse. I am sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose.'

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap .... alone. That very night a sound was heard throughout the house ---- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbours came to sit with her round the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the lamb.

The farmer's wife did not get well, she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them. The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.

So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you, remember ----- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life.

We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.

"Remember ..... each of us is a vital thread in another person's tapestry; our lives are woven together for a reason."