Music to the soul~

                            Entertainment should entertain. That is the basis of entertainment. If something does not entertain, then it shall not be considered entertainment, although some sort of entertainment might excite someone, and irritate others. Well said , huh? If that is it, then what is the reason that people keep making fuss about entertainment?

                       I love music, and the lyrics that I heard and remembered does not turn me into some sort of criminal. So why ban it?

              Some people said that we should not get involved with western entertainment. Their songs, movies, rock n roll? You decide. Some said that their music contains zionist agenda, leads to blasphemy, and turns people into gays. The so-called western movies  make you kill your neighbours, rape your children and bomb supermarkets. We shall listen to Islamic music only, only, yes, only. Whoa, whoa relax...there's a reason and truth for everything being said.

                  If they said that we people shall indulge with Islamic form of entertainment, they should prepare perfect substitutes. Songs that can match the catchy tone of the western music. Movies that make you happy ,and make the heart grow sober.  What happened? We failed to make perfect substitutes, we just copy and paste their own form of entertainment.

                 We complained that their movies contained too much violence, but then, starting this millenia, we muslims produced a long list of movies of people killing each other, or teenagers trying suicide on their bikes. So much with the violence. We   often said their entertainment contained just overloaded sexual inclination, well, look at our artists! Sooo proud.

               To make things worse, the Home Ministry decided to cancel off the Film Censorship Board of Malaysia, which means, filmmakers can now produce movies without any limits and censorship. Such a wonderful life. Say hello to violent, racist and porn productions. Hurray!

        What? I'm a deadly pessimist, remember?

      We decided earlier, that entertainment shall entertain. So we make programs solely based on fun. Make jokes, so people can laugh out their stress. Be clowns on stage, entertain us, the hungry people, so we can procrastinate perfectly with family and friends. Are we really happy with that?

              Our music,is it really entertaining? Remember, one that does not entertain shall not be considered entertainment. Most of our music is about love, and 80 percent of that love songs, they are just telling about heart breaks, ~I left you, you left me, I hate you, you hate me, you shall die!~, where is the fun part of entertainment?

           So serious, huh?

        Faisal Tehrani wrote in his book that we should stop building  masjids, and start making Islamic movies with the money. Seriously people, he never meant that we should stop bulding masjids, but we have to sponsor the right amount so that Islamic entertainment can be made as perfect substitutes to the western ones. His book then got banned for those critics. So proud~

          Bruno Mars' Count On Me contains these lyrics;

"You can count on me like 1 2 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4 3 2
And you'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do"

              So simple a lyric, but instead so fine and catchy. Can we consider that as the fun part of entertainment? You decide.

         If we insist that all the clowns and singers are fine entertainment to us, the people, why aren't they, themselves happy? They tried so hard to make us happy, they are gems in the entertainment world, so why aren't they happy? Isn't that entertainment perfect enough for them?  Countless entertainers indulged themselves with night clubs, liquor and women. Perfect example. Many of our performers made themselves happy with drugs and stuff. The country's sifu of clowns, for example, he made everyone happy, but he can't make himself calm. He choose drugs ,instead of his own powerful jokes and  funny faces. Why can't his entertainment make himself happy? What is wrong? Our celebrities shot to stardom, then get caught with drugs or some girls. Uh, scandals. Bruno Mars himself took cocaine. What a happy life.

"Those    who have believed and whose hearts are assured by the remembrance of Allah . Unquestionably, by the remembrance of Allah hearts are assured." (Surah ArRa'd ;28)

              Entertainment shall not be considered as something that solely entertains. Entertainment shall be considered as something that make our hearts calm. Let it be hard rock or just old books, it will do. Western or eastern, that does not matter, but Allah taught us that only by remembering him, we can be calm. Serenity is what we need most, not endless laughter to kill time. 

             I often meet a man,a very religious man in my place. He's a millionaire, but he never bought a Bugatti, or a ten million condominium in Singapore. He built a house in a village far from civilization, and a school for huffaz infront of his house. He always wear the same clothing, the same car, a white turban, for everyday in his life. The same thing, everyday!  He is a millionaire, but he doesn't have a Macbook, or a smart phone, or a facebook account, or beautiful girls all around. At first I thought, what an idle , a boring life? Seriously? But everytime I meet him, he always smiled, and that smile of his proved to be such a happy life which seemed to dawn over all my self-made happiness, my short life. I have everything, yet he seems so much happier, his face glows to everyone .

            When he speaks, he sounds so down to earth, although he is the man with the most knowledge , and well, money, in this village. And he is always happy, and I thought, what kind of entertainment he had? Guess what? The people who reached the highest level of living doesn't have to entertain himself with crappy music or men who dress like girls on stage. His prayers, zikr and and a simple life are enough. So much with the entertainment.

             "Know that the life of this world is but amusement and diversion and adornment and boasting to one another and competition in increase of wealth and children - like the example of a rain whose [resulting] plant growth pleases the tillers; then it dries and you see it turned yellow; then it becomes [scattered] debris. And in the Hereafter is severe punishment and forgiveness from Allah and approval. And what is the worldly life except the enjoyment of delusion." (Surah Al-Hadid ;20)

Peace.

To The Death~

                    I can't write a thing. Nothing. My brain's empty. Nothing meaningful. I have lots and lots of ideas, too much, that I'm going to explode out of it . They all seemed useless, non-productive ideas. I will sit infront of the laptop every night, staring blankly at the idle screen ,like a sort of a moron. This feeling kills me from the inside. Yeah, you really want to do something, but you just can't, and without any reason. That causes some form of manic depression, a tension ripping you apart, an addiction. God, help me.

Please. Let me write, and I'll sleep like a brick. No, not a chance, no way.

Politics sucks. Politics are like lies; continuous lies, that some people succeeded to believe without a bit of uncertainty. I don't want to write about those lies. They are an enormous hate which is rooted deep inside our hearts, sometimes without a reason.

Economics? Oh, I don't know a thing.

Love? I had had enough.

I can't find a single thing that will not spark a heated argument, those which will not end in peace. Seriously.

            Once, a sifu, a sifu of sifus of writers told young men about being a writer;

"Read,then read, then read, then read, then read....." If you want to write, then read, then read again, continue reading, and yes, just read. If you didn't, don't even try. You will fail. Disagree? Just search every single writer you know (the famous ones obviously),they certainly are avid readers. Bookworms, not necessarily nerdy, although that might be.

         If you didn't read, you will write based on your opinions alone, your views of your cramped world. To you, yes, your view is wide, but to the others, you are just another attention seeking dude, rhetorics of unspoken normality,views that can be put aside. In the other hand , you're the cliche-still not out of the box. Get out. Sorry, not you, but the other billions who did not read.

             I started reading heavily since Form One. The objective was simple, read the  most number of books, and you will be rewarded by the school, perhaps the state, perhaps the nation herself. A certificate I will be proud to show off to everyone, including my future in-laws. Oh relax, I was just twelve at that time.My logic was illogical. The objective was clear, read MORE books than anyone else, get the presents. The school library gave a lot of stuff, seriously,haha, and that made the competition hard. They gave a big replica made of plastic-is it?- and written on it " The Reader of The Month" , sometimes a hamper of snacks, sometimes a certificate from the state, and perhaps some cash.  I got a friend who got addicted with reading, and so my life started as a bookworm.  

             We borrowed two books each day, because that is the limit for non-librarians, and return them the next day, read or not. We made records for the books we read in a log given by the school. You have to write the authors' name, the titles, the summary of contents, number of pages, yes, everything. Sometimes we read books with a hundred pages, sometimes three, sometimes just a leaflet. Still readable. True story. We always make it more than a hundred records for a month. Yeeha.

           I read so much that I was long-sighted, byopia by the age of thirteen. Seriously, I wear glasses until now. I read almost everything, from encyclopaedias to novels and magazines. I was thrilled by the pictures, anemones in the sea, turtles, islands, people of different sorts of colours. My friend even remembered the names of the nations and their capitals, reciting them without failure. In the early days I was dumbfounded by the diversity of nature, I was fascinated by everything I read. Do I sound like an old , old man telling stories? No, I'm just eighteen and happy.

           Our mission succeeded, my friend and I took turns in receiving the rewards. I got so many certificates, I finally stopped doing reports for the books I read. Why? I don't think the awards are motivational enough. The books alone are too precious for us to read, they were hidden gems.Well, we found the real treasures, who would want those cheap certificates? Hah. We spent a lot of time in the library searching for every kind of books. I got adddicted with Enid Blyton and her short stories,and I took to reading all her books. Yes. All.

         Enid Blyton's books in the school's library were plenty, I thought there were a whole rack just for her. The books were old, and although they were so many, I seldom see any student taking interest in her books, not even considering to look at them. Well, she was a Briton, we Javarians don't use her language much . Her writings were alien to them,  most of my friends. Well, elves, fairy tales, dwarfs, angels and talking toys, who oughta read that kind of stuff? But I did. Her books taught me about ethics as a child, heck, I learnt most of the ways to behave from her! The simplest things-saying thanks, helping a friend, being polite- the simplest things most books forgot to imply. Nay, students still find her books childish, nonsense and rubbish.

         I moved on to the classics, Count of Monte Cristo, The Three Musketeers,Little Women, Robinson Crusoe, they were just awesome. Alexander Dumas, Frances Anne Hodgson, Jules Verne. They are great writers, but the books remained old, the pages turn yellow, the books remained untouched. I kept wondering, until now, they are like; the best books ever, but nobody seems to have any interest. What the hell is wrong with the people?

         Let them be. As my friend and I grew, we can reach the higher shelves of the small library. That is an analogy, seriously. We started to read books for the form fives, for the teachers. You can choose not to believe, but we read the collections of Malay  stories by the Malaysia's prominent literary figures when a new box containing those books arrived at the library. A. Samad Said, Keris Mas, Shahnon Ahmad, Usman Awang, although their writings were sometimes so hard to understand, sometimes I failed to swallow the plot at all. Their books were a legacy of the only kind, the messages so softly delivered, stories you won't be able to think of. Most of the stories revolved around the hardships of the war at their time, they pictured life to be so mean and hard, but sometimes the stories were just political satires. A book I read just contains shit, and nothing else. Seriously, and literally, a book  about shit. Check this out; Shahnon Ahmad; the title is 'Shit'. I just can't stop laughing.

              Then, as hormones surge in, we moved to the teenage novels. My friend opted for the Malay novels, I went the other way. The Malay novels are full of puppy love, they made  the girls laugh alone while reading. They are the most predictable, annoying never-ending love stories, non-beneficial, a waste of money, encourages illegal love among teenagers. Sorry . Haha. But, they really are cliches, I can tell the ending just by looking at the cover. I can vomit at the third page, I can't take them all. Certain Malay writers are the exception, they are legendary, they wrote different things; ideology, principles, the law of nature, all in a story. Sometimes a writer wrote a better story in a single chapter than any other writers. Some of them even got banned by the non-bookworm government. I understand why the authorities banned them  , they themselves never read a thing other than fully biased newspapers, so why bother banning a book or an author? You decide.                                                                                                                           

                         I was enchanted-no- cursed by J.K Rowling, her books took my soul away. I read her books like a drug addict, they can't  be put away, the attractions too strong. Stayed with her story to the end, I felt helpless when it ended. I read her books again and again, still enthusiastic as the first time I bought the book, as the first time I hold the hard  cover, like a gold bar; no, much better.

          The adventure continued, oh, I even read Narnia. Then, to every novel that made its way to the cinema, both the book and the movie bought. I Am Number Four, To Kill A Mocking Bird, name it. When I found Dan Brown's and Jeffrey Archer's books, my life flipped over. Theirs are a new kind. Thrillers. Intelligent writings-all time bestsellers in the world,and I chose to read them rather than study. Bad, bad choice.  

           Later on, when my father passed away, he left me with so many books I never read, or never bothered to look. He had his own small library, which I never cared to open. Books, from his college times. They were old- the print on the covers shows three decades ago. My father always read his books, everyday, yet I didn't even try to take a peek at the contents. Then , one day, I tried.

            I opened the covers dumbfounded, startled. I felt so small, stupid and , small. I read so many books, but, what are these? His books aren't story books. His books aren't fantasies. Mine are teenage romance , dragon slayers, magic, tales of ancient wars. Mine are complete imagination. Mine are just stories. They start, and they end. That's it. But his books..

         The authors of his books were the people from now, to a thousand years ago, and older. How legendary, and they seemed to write better. Old guides and advices from them , encrypted in modern printing , and new-age papers. His aren't stories of the past, his books are living legends, guide for the future.Family raising, leadership, jihad, society, economics, and yes, I am not kidding you, this is the real stuff.

                The books contain rules and guides, explanations of how to live a life. The books had been translated to hundreds of languages since the early years, brought to sail by the Muslim traders throughout the world. They spread the books , spread the belief, spread the light. The books started from inks and papers in languages alien to us, but now they are present in bookstores nationwide. And until now, the books are being read, used and read again. You know what, these are the number one bestseller in the world for 8 centuries. Mind blown. Try one. Riyadhus Solihin.

         All those  years with the books seemed to be in vain. But, so be it.    

         There is no use writing when you don't read. There is no use reading, when you read only fantasies, lies and utter imagination. There is no use to read, if the books brought no good to anyone but you. There is no use to read when you don't have a reason other than to procrastinate.

اقْرَأْ بِاسْمِ رَبِّكَ الَّذِي خَلَقَ

"Proclaim! (or read!) in the name of thy Lord and Cherisher, Who created-"

Paradox

What is religion?

Religion is Addeen. Addeen, is , the way of life. Lifestyle. Ideology. Rules. Guide. Mindset. Faith.

When we believe in Islam, it means that we accept this religion as a way of life. Religion sets the guide for us, in every detail of our daily life, without a single exception. It is the religion that we follow to decide our etiquettes, our style and fashion. The way I drink, the way I sleep, and yes, even the way I eat. Religion is our source of light, without it we will be lost. This is what we must believe.

Surely there is room for discussion and disagreements in this religion, but surely that privilige is just for uncertainties, small issues that are minors. As a guide, religion tells us what is wrong, and what is right, clearly. If , you are a believer, you won't object, and you wont question whatsoever being told. Heck, Allah give us this guidance, it is flawless, then how could you object? Allah told us to pray. So pray la.. Will you ask then , why should you pray? How could you? May Allah be with you.

You want some proof? There are lots and lots and lots and...lots of them in the Quran, on why should you obey. The proof that God exists, the proof of all scientific miracles in the Quran, history told perfectly, Big Bang, the expanding universe, foetus in the womb, chemistry. All are scientific evidence, if you don't take in philosophy. If you do believe in philosophy, the Quran is the mother of all philosophy. The point is that, you don't have a point not to believe.

Do you have any point on what is wrong with this religion?

If, there is nothing wrong, then why should you not follow what is stated?

I'm sick with the rhetoric, '' we will obey when there is proof, when our brain says yes, when it is scientifically proven, when we see it with our own eyes".

This religion is based on proof and facts, just tell us about any issue , there will be a perfect reason, evidence and fact. You must acknowledge that you failed to obey, not because there is no proof , but because you are egoistic, you're so proud with the so-called ' modern style of thinking'. Allah decides who you become with this religion , it is not you who decide which is right and which is wrong. Islam is not based on what you want, instead you have to obey.

People brought you tonnes of reason, then why should you disobey? Proof, hadith, Quranic verses, all are clearly presented, yet you still disagree. This is not a disagreement based on facts, this is arrogance.

I am not an extremist when I said that you should not do what is forbidden. You are an extremist because you dared to defy Allah when it is clearly forbidden. Why question the undeniable fact?

What has become of us, when we said that , we are Talibans when we decide to follow the religion? If doing what Allah asks, and leave what he forbids means being Talibans, then I'd rather be
talibans, seriously. If, embracing Islam to the fullest make you call us Talibans, terrorists, extremists, fundamentalist, I want to do so. Will you?

We need to be liberalised, they said, in this modern world. We need to decide what is right with our brains as we can think. Heck, this world is not modern. It is not getting new, but it gets older, older and older. Does questioning Allah's rights means liberalism? I don't think so. Does defying what the ulama' had said , means liberalism? I don't think so. Who are we, compared to the prophet, to his friends, to the ulama', that we are so confident of our immature thoughts? Is that liberalism? That is not freedom to think, but that is disobedience, crime and misunderstanding.

"Say, 'Who provides for you from the heaven and the earth? Or who controls hearing and sight and who brings the living out of the dead and brings the dead out of the living and who arranges [every] matter?' They will say, ' Allah ,' so say, 'Then will you not fear Him?'For that is Allah , your Lord, the Truth. And what can be beyond truth except error? So how are you averted?
Thus the word of your Lord has come into effect upon those who defiantly disobeyed - that they will not believe.".( Surah Yunus, 31-33)

I'm sorry.

Peace.

Race to the moon~

Writing with the state of peace in mind, butterflies in the stomach.

Why is the reason of people being so racist?

         Perhaps we divide into races because we came from different planets. Indians from Mars, Chinese from Neptune, and Malays from Jupiter. Only aborigines and local tribes are the earthlings, the others are aliens. We're fugitives from different planets after endless intergalactic wars . We are enemies in the past,  we need to be hostile towards each other, prepare and wait until the final war begins.

Soon.

Please, that is most ridiculous.

         Perhaps we are made to hate each other , and protect our own colours to the end of time. There is a genetic misunderstanding between races which made us completely repel each other. The different colours that we had meant different charges which opposes each other. This is a pure assumption, false and weird.What, genetic misunderstanding? Seriously?

         I'm a deadly pessimist-yeah- but at least I'm not racist.

What is there to be proud  of races? Does it matter if I'm black, white or blue? This polemic had turned the world upside down since the brink of time, but still , the explaination of the causes are invalid and insignicant. Why?

I am a Malay. So? Does being a Malay provides me with some kind of enormous inheritance, limitless wisdom, or whatsoever? Does a Malay literally means the KING of the  land, the conqueror of the Malay lands, Malay of the seas? Heck, I'm stupid and weak.

  

    So what is so good of being differentiated and signified by races?

    Who said that a Malay holds the rights of the land and power and education and money, and everything? We, named ourselves with races, and gave ourselves rights, then we proclaimed its truth and strength until the end of time. Who gave that right to us? Who made those for us?

We are all humans, nothing differs us.

      I felt so alien with this racist world, I only wish I was born raceless . Is that possible? I dont want to be Indians, or else I will  be discriminated for my colours and my traditions. I dont want to be a Malay, or else I will brag endlessly about my non-existing rights, strength and I will be as stupid as always, lazy and useless. I don't want to be Chinese, because I will be an outcast in a country I lived for decades.

       This racism   is endless, unless something is made to stop it.

What's the difference between races? We all have perfect eyes, noses and hands. We laugh, we eat and we cheat. We play DOTA, we're addicted to the internet, we eat cereals in the morning. We cry when we're sad, and we hate when we need to.  Then, what differs us?

Can that race-labellings give you salvation in the Hereafter? I'm a Malay, I have more chances of not going to hell. Seriously?

             It was  said that a race holds a right over a piece of land, wealth and power. Who made the lands, and who gave them all the power? A strong stand should be based  on rationality, and facts, so where is the basis of this racist thingy?

         It is because I'm a descendant of a certain race, my bloodline is written with all kinds of fortunes, and which all other races  cannot acquire. Did I worked so hard for those fortunes and rights? Should I have them?

        The basis of self-proclaiming of one's rights on something, must be based on his/ her efforts to get it. If I studied so hard, I deserve a degree and an award for it. If I worked so hard, I can have the fruits of my efforts. Failure is a whole different issue. The main subject is that being born  in one's race does not mean anything free, any rights or benefits. You worked so hard , you deserve success. You're so useless, you shall get nothing. You are an Indian, so? Does it matter?

          

So tell me people, what is the basis of racism?

Nope. Nothing.

Peace.

The Mother's Tale.

"Mom, why is dad in jail? Did he murdered someone? Is he a terrorist,Mom?"

Drops of tears formed at the horizon of the mother's eyes, but she wiped them away. There's no reason to cry.
She didn't answer that question, no, she didn't know what to answer.
What is the perfect answer for a child who lost his father, without a reason?

" Haziq told me that Dad is a bad criminal, and that is why he's in jail, isn't it , Mom? "

Mother stopped doing laundry, her hands cupped at her face. She couldn't stop herself from crying anymore. However hard was it , the dilemma she had to endure, she was still a woman, with a heart. She had the rights to cry as much as she wanted.
It was really pointless to silence her kids forever, they will still ask, again and again. Where's father? Why is he in the news, why is he in jail?

The mother herself wants an answer to the question. Heck, they took her husband away years ago, without a single court proceeding, nor explaination, nor information, nothing. She had wasted too much tears, and probably too much money. She had asked them hundreds of time, of the reason they put her husband in jail, yet they provided no answer.

The ultimate information she had was that she married a decent man, with a decent work. He was flawless,angel-like, innocent and kind. She had no idea, why would such a lovely father being kidnapped from her perfect life. He was the man who would rush home from work every single day, just to have a simple dinner with his beloved children, and to kiss his wife between the eyes. She had checked his profile thoroughly before marrying him, she knew that she did. He was probably not a robber, not a corrupted man, not a drug dealer, seriously, he didn't have the guts to kill an ant. She asked his colleagues, and they admitted that her wonderful husband was indeed, perfect. They themselves had no idea, why would they take him away. He must had an alliance with the aliens to take over the world. Seriously.

Life isn't fair. Life's cruel.

She spent countless days, in her pursuit, to free her husband, and to reveal his darkest secrets,of what did he did. Lots of lawyers meant lots of money, and her savings were little, too little. If he really had an alliance with the enemies from neighbouring planets, then the authority should have captured some aliens in the country. Seriously, no aliens were caught. If he robbed nothing, bribed nobody, and punched no one, then ,could he be the mad guy who invented the most superior weapon ever, that could wipe the whole society off in a second, like the extinct dinosaurs; all died in a sudden death. No, he's just a clerk at a small office, he even failed his SPM.

Then, if the men who took her love away can't answer her children's questions, what are the options that she has? She was a timid housewife, they were powerful men, with all the powers and the wealth. It's already KO before the match started.

The mother had to start a new life, to support herself, and the innocent kids. She had been doing house chores since the brink of time, and now, she had to work to support the family? Without a certificate, in this materialistic , profit motivated world, what choices did she had? No work meant no money. No money meant no house, no food, and no education for the immature kids.
The mother was a responsible wife, she was a caring mother. You can go to the corner near the road, exactly across her house, the young mother should be at the small stall, selling nasi lemak.

She spent so much time crying, she only stopped to prevent herself becoming like Kassim Selamat. She handled the house chores alone, all the men's works , alone. She learned to drive her husband's old car to send the kids to school. She taught her children, of how to pray, of their homeworks, of their attitudes, she taught them to be humans. She did everything- bank accounts, bills, lawn mowing, nasi lemak, breakfast, dinner and lunch. Superwoman!

She met his husband at the damned jail every single weekend, she brought together her tears, her complaints ,and her children's questions. She's still young, she needed the love that every single woman had. She wanted to know her husband's answers to the questions, but he was silent each time. His eyes were sunk in his face, like a zombie without brains. The handsome face suddenly looked like a criminal , the tough muscles turned limp and weak.

The mother never went to a university, yet she knew that her husband has the rights to be judged, to get a trial , for whatever that he did. She never read a single book about laws, yet she knew that her husband must be proven guilty, to be detained, held in jail , like cows awaiting slaughter. Heck, that's seriously common sense. If her husband planned a coup d'etat, to topple the government,together with the group of rebelling clerks, then where are the guns? Where are the clerks' fortress, their masterplans, and the bombs? What are her choices? A divorce?

Her children were still young, yet they knew that you can't punish another kid after accusing him stealing their candies, without a single proof. " You stole my toys, although I didn't have the proof that you did it, but I know you did it. You did it! You did it! I know you did! I will smack you into pieces, how dare you take my toys, I know you did, although no one saw you, and I found no toys with you. But still, you're guilty!" . No, that's is gravely wrong, mother will be as angry as hell to hear that.

A child knows that you can't punish another kid without proof. That sense of sensibility, doesn't require someone to earn it at Oxford or Harvard, it is seriously common sense. The child knows that he can't pinch his friend all in a sudden, to prevent him stealing his toys. " I'm afraid that you will steal my toys, therefore I have to pinch and punch you , again and again" . That kid, seriously, is a horrible bully, people should not let him live on this planet.

The government , with their Internal Security Act, is inhumane, their mentality is much worse than aliens. Dictatorship; at a whole different level. Pharaoh of the 21st century.

The mother doesn't have to suffer anymore. She has the rights to live a life.

Life's not cruel, and life does not suck. We can make it better.

Banish ISA. Peace.

"O you who have believed, be persistently standing firm for Allah , witnesses in justice, and do not let the hatred of a people prevent you from being just. Be just; that is nearer to righteousness. And fear Allah ; indeed, Allah is Acquainted with what you do."(Al-Maidah;8)

History, seriously?

"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it"
George Santayana


The wise words of George Santayana, well, it is wise. Those who cannot remember the past, will somehow repeat the past. Although it was not defined which 'past' is meant. Is it if, you forget a victory in the past, somehow, someday, you will succeed? Seriously? If it is that way I want to forget every kind of achievements I did, then I'll be the most successful person ever. Mr Santayana probably meant that those who cannot remember their wrongdoings, failure in the past will probably do it again.

In a simpler way, we, the new generation will again sell the country to neo-imperialists if we ever forget the events of The Pangkor Treaty, or the occupation of Penang. No, that's rather hard. A person may fall into a hole on the road again, if he forgets that there is a hole.

But , there is a catch over there, Mr Santayana's words are deeper than that. Remembering the past, seriously , is not enough. You have to 'understand' the past. Remembering , as said by Mr Santayana, really does mean 'to recall and seriously understand'! Take an example, a car dealer and a customer. The car dealer might cheat the customer, by selling the badly shaped car at a high price. The car dealer discloses the real information of the car, while the happy customer buys the car without hesitation. If, that customer is a good man, he'll remember being cheated, he remembers how was he cheated, and he'll probably buy a better car in the future. But, if he is the opposite guy, things are not the same. He remembers losing money, after being cheated by the car dealer, but, if he doesnt know how was he cheated, then does it make a difference? He will be cheated like; forever.

I'm trying to express my anxiety; about our history, history itself, and probably history as a subject in schools.

A question in the recent SPM's History paper was "What is the name of the national anthem?"

Seriously?

Is the thirst for the grade so hardcore, that such question even exists? What do you expect from the students, if that is the question used to evaluate students' knowledge about history? That is not history, unless someone made the national anthem a history.
That is a small issue for almost everyone, and probably good news for the candidates. Bonus marks.

Learning history, like Mr Santayana said, is for not repeating the mistakes we've done, the wrongdoings of the elders. We ought to learn history so we do know , what we shouldn't do when we become leaders in the future. History teaches us that life isn't as bright as we imagined in our teenage years. There are springs, winters and autumns, and there are hurricanes, tornadoes and tsunamis. Unless history is really 'taught' to our students, the past mistakes of our elders; the corruptions, the lies, the stupidity will be repeated all over again.

The question paper is so easy that I don't think revision is necessary. I do know that failure in History means no certificates, but what does the certificates mean , if students fail to understand our history? The test is an evaluation, of their understanding. If it is just for the certificates, the whole period of five years of education is useless. The test should investigate, what do the students think about the history, what are their opinions of the causes of the past events and the consequences, not basic general knowledge!

Malaysians are among the worst readers in the universe. The amount of books read by Malaysians in a year, by average, can be counted by fingers alone. History, is mainly about reading. If the level of difficulty of the test is so low, youngsters will probably read less. What to read? Why read? The test is just for the grades, and it is damned easy.


"Have they not seen how many generations We destroyed before them which We had established upon the earth as We have not established you? And We sent [rain from] the sky upon them in showers and made rivers flow beneath them; then We destroyed them for their sins and brought forth after them a generation of others." ( Al-An'am;6 )

Allah ordered us to look into the past. There are a lot of ayahs reminding us about the past. About the prophets and their people,their deeds and the consequences. These are the basis of the human history, of which all of us should know. People should remember and understand, of the generations in the past. All those homosexuals do not understand history, because all of Prophet Lut's people were demolished out of their wrong orientation. The people of Madyan were destoyed because they cheated in their businesses, they were corrupted and evil.


"And to [the people of] Madyan [We sent] their brother Shu'ayb. He said, 'O my people, worship Allah ; you have no deity other than Him. There has come to you clear evidence from your Lord. So fulfill the measure and weight and do not deprive people of their due and cause not corruption upon the earth after its reformation. That is better for you, if you should be believers.And do not sit on every path, threatening and averting from the way of Allah those who believe in Him, seeking to make it [seem] deviant. And remember when you were few and He increased you. And see how was the end of the corrupters." ( Al-A'raf: 85,86)

Allah taught us about the history of the corrupters, and the punishment for their deeds. Dude, seriously, this is History.

If, history is just another grade on the certificate, for our students, beware and be patient. The future leaders will be most corrupted. Future leaders do know what's the name of the national anthem, of course they do! But they will never know that the mistakes done by the elders, are actually mistakes, and they probably will do it, again.

Deadly pessimistic-peace.

The Tooth Dilemma

To have a toothache is a total nightmare. The pain is unbearable, and to some people, toothache feels like a slow death. Although that precious tooth is only a small part of our giant bodies, the pain is felt all over. Yes, this is a story of a tooth ache.

The causes of a toothache may vary; according to your lifestyle. It might happen to be the lack of calcium, or an excess of it, or scurvy, or perhaps a bull knock you out of your teeth. Or you got punched by The Pacman-oh , you know him-, the cause of a tooth ache is almost infinite, I'm not born a dentist to specify any. But, obviously, almost everyone on earth will experience toothache, no matter how serious he brushes his teeth, nor how much did he flossed, it's compulsory to have a toothache someday, unless you're born teethless. Out of 7 billion people on earth, 99 percent will experience a tooth ache-seriously, I made this up. So, as a major problem to the human race, the toothache dilemma must be discussed, for the benefit of the society as a whole.

When you have a toothache, the whole daily activity is disrupted, or perhaps stopped at all. The sick tooth acts like a drill, it produces pain in a form of vibrations, so the pain is spread evenly . That single tooth seems to be contracting and expanding- like a pounding heart, sending the terrible feeling to the anticipating brain. When this happens, you can't concentrate on whatever task you're doing, and that's a big problem. Obviously, homeworks can't be done when the tooth aches. Thanks tooth, I love you.

When the tooth keeps sending vigorous messages of pain to the brain, it becomes overloaded and jammed, like a jammed laptop which failed to play FIFA. This in turn brings a headache to the affected person, as the body worked so hard to stop the pain, but failed. The headache is the manifestation of the brain's frustation to cure the pain. A person with a headache of that level will probably be in bed for the whole day, unless if he's an awesome guy who likes to act cool.

Tooth ache lasts for days, and perhaps weeks, if there is no actual solution for the problem. Most people will opt for pain relievers- drugs to contain the pain. This is rather effective, where the body experiences no pain at all, but it will come again repetitively, and continuous consumption of relief drugs isn't a wise option. The other choice is to see the dentist, and this is the largest problem to the human community in the tooth dilemma. Although the dentist might be an excellent choice to stop the pain ultimately, the sacrifices that have to be made is big. Either losing a precious tooth, or experiencing an hour of torture- driiling your life out from a single tooth. That choice feels like suicide. The other option is to let it be, and pray that the pain will be eased some day...but you can't be so optimistic .

You can't enjoy food, or you can't eat at all with a toothache. You lose a precious smile when that tooth starts screaming " Pull me off! Pull me of you!, }%^#+'htj$:&,! " . Sometimes you can't sleep , as the pain haunts you throughout the night. And to make it worse, you can't do homeworks- yeah!-. This proves that the tooth ache is a major problem to human beings. And still, it happens.

When you decide to sacrifice that tooth , it involves dignity and pride. Dude, you're 18 and you already lost a tooth? Seriously? Probably too much junk food and no brushes at all. You lost all the coolness sought before, when a tooth of yours goes missing. A perfect smile is a dream for everyone, but when the tooth is lost, there's nothing that can be done. And you lost the pleasures of heavenly dinners and lunches; you can't chew like everybody else anymore. You are so old!

So, what's the resolution of the tooth ache dilemma? Brush your teeth.

Dude, that's not the conclusion, seriously. This long article about the toothache wants to remind you of the importance of a single tooth. Yup, a single tooth is so important to us, and when the toothache occurs, you will regret all the years of ignorance, the laziness to brush your teeth, to keep it clean. When the tooth is lost, only then will we appreciate the importance of it, but it's way too late. The damage is done.

That is a SINGLE tooth, a very small portion of the human body. The pleasures to have eyes, ears and the nose is almost infinite, and so are the other organs. What about the skin , the legs and the tough muscles? What about the perfect lungs that you have, or the brain itself? These are pleasures that we will only learn to appreciate, once it's lost. Then, shouldn't we learn to be grateful, and thankful to the Creator who made us with perfect teeth , and for all the pleasures we have?

Brush your teeth. Peace.

The Law of Nature

The first law of nature states that something that should happen, will happen, and something that will not happen, won't happen, unless an unbalanced external entity acts on it.

For example, if you didn't study at all, you will fail in the exam, unless if you are extremely genius, or if the answers got leaked by your best friend. T_T.

The second law of nature states that the consequences of an event is directly proportional to the entity that causes it. The event also follows the direction of the entity acting on it.

Yeah, the more that you didn't study, the more will the result sucks, the more demotivated you are, and the more nightmares will come to haunt you-angry folks, angry teachers, and laughing friends. And the exam result follows the direction of your efforts before taking the exam. If the direction of your efforts before the exam is towards watching every movies available on earth, or playing any games that can be played, then the results will be like all games and movies~ GAME OVER.

The third law of nature states that when an entity acts on another entity, the second one will exerts a similar but opposite act on the first one. Of course, when you play games during study time , by opening the laptop /iPad/ phone,studying acts on playing games by closing all books or everything that looks like studying. In another example, when you show a bad result to your parents, your parents will act by showing rage. Although that rage may vary according to type of parents, etcetra, etcetra.

This is a modified form of physics' law into nature. Sorry Mr Newton, no copyrights available.

It's rather amazing to see how people react as exam's near the corner. Bright eyes turn red , bodies become sore, and jokes turn boring and annoying. It's the exams' day when people lose their smiles and expressions, while some others become extremely happy, and some doesn't care at all.

Exams turn a hopeless life hopeful, or in another way, a useless life becomes productive. A student which was consistent on not studying at all may study when exam comes nearer. Exam's the best moment when you want to observe how serious someone is, losing all the coolness sought before. Yeah, someone whom I never saw praying suddenly asks me to pray for him before the exam. Exams make people turn weird and unexpectable. True story.

But there's an exception~ in the doesn't-care-at-all species of homosapiens. Of all people, they doesn't care about studying at all, nor doing any effort, nor taking an exam itself. No exact influence can change their views to the universe, as they themselves are unsure of their existence, they might be dreaming all the moment. So what's the point studying when the whole world's just a dream? They wake up when the results is at the minimum value of the overall results' graph, but there's nothing that could be done.

But you might say, what's the point of discussing exams, when there is a zillion ways to succeed rather than just passing examinations? Mark Zuckerberg is a college dropout, Steve Jobs is a college dropout, and all others who never even tried to enter schools. The prophet Muhammad p.b.u.h himself never went to any school, yet he's the most influential man of the whole world. So, what's the fuss?

Wait a second over there. The fourth law of nature~ I made this~ states that life itself is a test. Yeah, I'm absolutely confident that we are all are in a major test.

Surah Al-Mulk;2, "[He] who created death and life to test you [as to] which of you is best in deed - and He is the Exalted in Might, the Forgiving -"


All of us will be evaluated for our deeds in this short life, and the results are like the exams above~ some will be extremely sad, others will be happy. Shouldn't we prepare for the exam?

Yunus; 26-27 "For them who have done good is the best [reward] and extra. No darkness will cover their faces, nor humiliation. Those are companions of Paradise; they will abide therein eternally.But they who have earned [blame for] evil doings - the recompense of an evil deed is its equivalent, and humiliation will cover them. They will have from Allah no protector. It will be as if their faces are covered with pieces of the night - so dark [are they]. Those are the companions of the Fire; they will abide therein eternally."

Peace.

Get Married.

"Us? Getting married? You gotta be kidding me. Why so sudden, after all?"

"But, everyone here does that . And I do feel lonely, deprieved and I need you. The Islamic society here supports early marriages, as to prevent social problems among students, and they even funded it. I've been waiting for ages.."

"Yo sis, chill up. People don't get married just like that. There are tons of problems awaiting, conflicts and stigmas to go through.
And it always seems that the chances of we getting married, now, neared to nil. Getting married , here, is harder than doing any sin. True story.

We're studying after all , and, ugh, I can't get it.

I'm too busy after all, doing everything from course works, internship, tutor classes , clubs, things that reach infinity. I merely have time for myself, now. Why can't it be later? After graduation, perhaps?

T_T

What? Wait, don't cry, I really don't mean that. Yeah, I do want to marry you, I promised that since kindergarten, but , why now? I don't see the neccessity for the issue to be brought up at these times.

I'm studying economics, and so, here I present you a cost-benefit analysis of getting married. Firstly, the externalities that I found , are rather terrifying, and this is a total nightmare. Let me explain the negative ones first, so be patient and understanding. The main issue is about consent. Consent, to be married, is an horror today , it is an unavoidable bad luck. Your folks will bring up lame stories of failed marriages among teenagers, lack of responsibility among us, and our preparations. Prepare to understand that our parents still consider us as toddlers, if you want to know, because they love us too much. They will opt for us to continue studying, as marriage is considered a distraction, and our marriage can tarnish their names....later explaination below.

The second issue is about our age. Me myself sees marriage as a chance to increase productivity, through the increase of human capital, and of course, better specialisation in daily chores. You'll make my life better organized by three hundred percent. That's a fact. But others-all people, ceteris peribus- consider marriage at this age a disaster. It will halt the process of education, although that is mainly an assumption, statistics prove the opposite. Young married people, they will say , cannot participate in societies and leadership activites compared to singles. Heck, we'll do everything together, can't we? And marriage at this age is controversial- people are born with stigmas. Rumours will spread that we married because I made you pregnant, ugh, that's the nature of people, although the rationality is none. That's just a single example. And the issue of the age matters about maturity. Although we see ourselves as matured enough (are we? ) , others don't. We are raging children with overdosed adrenaline and spirits. They assume that if we do marry , it will end quickly, as this 'puppy love' is temporary and volatile. All these are people's assumptions that we can't afford to ignore ,as we're living in a community, we are not Tarzan and Jane in the jungle of Amazon.

The third issue is the monetary cost. Let me divide cost into two, premarriage cost and post-marriage cost. Premarriage costs include costs during engagement, planning and the wedding ceremony. All three events involves transportation cost of family members involved. Engagement requires an engagement ring, a ceremony, which involves cost for food at the day. Planning is a process before the wedding, while the wedding itself...this,dowry? .. that, oh these, and that..... amounting to a total cost of RM 30000, and that's just basics. I haven't considered if the marriage is made at a grand scale ,or do you prefer a a budget wedding, just the wedding 'uniform', and some food? Yeah.

The post-marriage costs involves all possible issues that rise while building a family. You don't even want to think about that, trust me. And as a student, I don't see any possible way to find that amount of money in such a single time, unless you consider robbing a bank, or an afternoon with the loansharks. Yes, it sucks to be a pessimist.

Yeah, there are extremely good benefits of this early marriage thing, but , if the side effects are far greater, how do we decide then? Let's be patient and considerate. Then, what about assimilation? We need to adapt ourselves, if we do marry, to the external surroundings, and to our own selves, and yet we are still students. What if the time isn't enough for us to keep this marriage even look as a marriage?

Other issues may rise, such as family planning-birth control, stress management and various other perspectives.

We can go as far as saying that if we marry, we can produce more, and contribute more to the society, and to Islam as a whole, but how much of that rhetoric is true? The main reason, you think, is to protect ourselves from hedonism, social problems, etcetra, etcetra. But heck, please, that is not the main objective of a marriage. It is such a sick marriage , if it is motivated by that sole purpose alone. Can't we get hold of ourselves? We're good muslims, aren't we?

A marriage should be based on family, happiness, and it must be planned thoroughly....wait, what's that bright light over there? Please, who's that? Stop pointing light at people, you.."

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"Assalamualaikum! We are from the Islamic Department of Seremban. What are you two doing here, alone, in the dark?!"

" Erk, uhm, em, this is my sister.,no, erm, we're getting married anyway. We did nothing, ,um, really.....".... T_T

"Please follow us , the two of you. Get into the car. Scumbag teenagers these days, ugh! These kids are the hundredth for the night!"

-STOP ILLEGAL LOVE. GET MARRIED.-

Addiction to Pornography.

           I saw you that night , at the end of the world, alone in the darkness. Everyone else had fallen asleep, oh, what hour is it? The night was dark, like every other nights, but you seemed to glow from that corner. Your Dell XPS shined like an African blood diamond on your lap . Question; what the heck are you doing? Homework? No way, you're as lazy as a sloth. Blogging, is it? You gotta be kidding me. At this hour?

         I limped sleepily towards you, but you don't seem to notice me. That level of concentration on your face , towards the screen, as if you are knitting a bedsheet out of human's hair. You can get straight As if that concentration is used in your classes. Confirmed to be true.

            You are a damned observant guy, but , now, I'm right beside you, but you didn't seem to realise my existence. As if you're in your own universe, making your own Big Bang, thus expanding it . I saw with my eyes, these sleepy eyes, something  weird on the screen. I can't see well, I'm too sleepy to register that in mind. But, what the hell?!

          

Close tabs.....open history ...delete past history of one year...yeah, that saved you , did it?

No, it did not. Allah sees you, whenever , wherever you are. There's no place to hide.

                  I caught you red-handed that night, but you can always hide. No one's gonna check your internet history. Oh, I forgot, your laptop is password-encrypted, of  highest security. And you never leave that precious machine unlocked, ever. Plus putting that hideous Intel-inside-thingy into your closet, locking it with  a password protected stainless steel, 2 kg lock-Israeli made- safe for keeping highest level of intel. Nobody ever gonna notice your sadistic habit. But dude, I saw you that night, and I don't know what to say or what to do . Kill me, before I post that in Facebook? Or before I spread the story to your parents? Please, I'm not going to do that, unless , you start to behave like a pedophile. But, before you think of doing anything to this innocent person who accidentally woke up at 4 o'clock in the morning, let me tell you my last few words. No don't kill me yet, I won't tell anyone.

"Dear Friend,

             Watching porn is seriously motivating and creates highly spirited men, elevating human resources to a new level-88 to 203. But dude, going to hell is never fun, and going to hell is-really hellish. No words can describe that enough. I don't want you to go to hell, please, I'm your most awesome friend ever. So these are words, that perhaps, can stop that seriously stupid and unhealthy habit.

           This is how I discovered why you seemed to be so uncomfortable with the girls in our classes. Eyes all over, like a chicken going to be slaughtered. I do know now, what are the visions that you saw and you told me about , you saw it while flipping your books, you saw it while having dinner, during sports, and during your prayers. You do feel guilty, but you enjoyed it pretty much. No , i don't think forming that vision while the teacher's speaking infront is a good idea.

         I remembered Sam in the Supernatural series telling his brother Dean, in their 67' Chevy Impala, " Dean, differentiate porn, and real life. Please". So please do that. Look at me honestly, ugh, pretty please.

         People in the West had legalised porn since the brink of time . They even have a porn industry, with a specific industrial site, producing high gross income for the nation, yeah, that's the god-damned America. Do I need to tell you that? No, you probably know more. Those people are having an economic crisis , they don't have money to buy decent clothes. But, dude please, we're Muslims, we live in oil-rich countries of limitless resources and vast lands, we can't follow their ill-fated way!

       We are Muslims youths! Save those enraging spirit for future wars, Armageddon, Cambridge, IMF, millions of euros, pretty wives, be patient, hah! ~ Our Muslim brothers in Palestine are fighting for a free life, and you are watching porn? Seriously, please! Be a productive Muslim, that saves you for the Hereafter.

I don't want you to go to hell, so I'm giving you some life-line, who-wants-to-be-a-millionaire-like help  ;

- Stop watching porn. Fullstop.

Y U NO STOP WATCHING PORN??

But you can't , so choose one option from this life-line;

- punch the laptop's screen with a Muay Thai-style punch. Ultimately no porn, ever.

-Give me that laptop, I'll throw it into the sea.

-Let me call your Mum. She'll be most delighted.

- Your internet browser has a parental control, set it to strict, and make it unchangeable. Gimme your password.

- Personalise your windows' wallpaper with a big word, "No "

THE GUILTY FEELIN' IS UNDENIABLE

-Fast, at least once a week. For the sake of not going to hell.

-Tell us-your friends- about your porn adventures. You will be beaten half to death, and you will surely repent.

- Tell God, although He always knows. Ask Allah to help you stop this addiction, and never stop praying.

- Dicipline yourself infront of the screen. Be honest. Run away, whenever that porn thingy starts to appear out of nowhere.

-Get married. But, I pity any woman marrying you.

-Go to the mosque. Pray with us. There is strength, motivation and help in this jamaah. We are always here to help. Just keep it a secret.

-Tell a counsellor? No, that's totally a bad idea.

-Pray.

“Verily, As-Salât (the prayer) prevents from Al-Fahshâ’ (i.e. great sins of every kind, unlawful sexual intercourse, etc.) and Al-Munkar (i.e. disbelief, polytheism, and every kind of evil wicked deed, etc.)” [Al-ankabut 29:45]

-Be confident. Stopping this is harder than quitting cigarettes, but remember, we are always there to beat you into pieces, if someone ever catch you watching porn, again.

So these are my final words, before you decide to shut me off. Dude , repent to Allah and ask for his forgiveness. There is always room for forgiveness, no matter how hard. We are Muslim youths, we embrace the truth and we hold to it. I love you as a friend, a brother , and a comrade. Don't go to hell.

Quran( 41;23)

"And [mention, O Muhammad], the Day when the enemies of Allah will be gathered to the Fire while they are [driven] assembled in rows,

Until, when they reach it, their hearing and their eyes and their skins will testify against them of what they used to do.

And they will say to their skins, "Why have you testified against us?" They will say, "We were made to speak by Allah , who has made everything speak; and He created you the first time, and to Him you are returned.

And you were not covering yourselves, lest your hearing testify against you or your sight or your skins, but you assumed that Allah does not know much of what you do.

And that was your assumption which you assumed about your Lord. It has brought you to ruin, and you have become among the losers."

Your most awesome-ever friend,

Peace."

(this guy is a total fiction ,fullstop. My roommate is a superkind genius muslim ) 

Millenium Youth; Bringing hipocrisy to a whole new dimension.

                   Productivity of muslims is a critical issue in the new millenia. It requires a combination of diligence in daily works, and patience in our prayers. The mission; creating a non-secular muslim on the go. He works, then, when the time comes, he prays. A Muslim is expected to show a wonderful angel-like attitude, as all muslims are supposed to be so.

Yeah, that introduction sucks.

             It is not that wonderful. Some humans are extraordinarily kind, some are intermediates, and most of us are the most sinful, cruel,corrupted and selfish beings in the whole universe.

               Quran (5;81)  "And had they believed in Allah, and in the Prophet (Muhammad صلى الله عليه وسلم) and in what has been revealed to him, never would they have taken them (the disbelievers) as Auliya' (protectors and helpers); but many of them are the Fasiqun (rebellious, disobedient to Allah)."

                Only a small amount of humans are good people. Others , they can't be saved anymore. Their hearts are blackened with hatred and ignorance. Yeah, I'm a deadly pessimistic guy.

Check this out. This is the human race.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCnNGw9--hA

              To add a little bit more to that pessimism, from that small group of kind people , only a smaller portion of that are really good people. The others, as they are, are hypocrites. Yeah, that's true.

              Take today's youths. Our fellow friends, and perhaps ourselves. Yo people work so hard, but when the objective's wrong, it becomes useless. One should be sincere to Allah in whatever one does, shouldn’t seek ostentation but rather Allah’s satisfaction.

WORKED DAYS AND NIGHTS WITHOUT STOPPING FOR THE ISLAMIC SOCIETY AT THE COLLEGE.

HAD NEVER SEEN DAYLIGHT SINCE HOLIDAY STARTED.

HYPOCRITE LEVEL 88

                 You should never seek people’s satisfaction, expecting them to say about you : he is a pious man, he has learnt the Qur’an by heart, he prays regularly in mosques and so forth. Be sincere to Allah (SWT) when you worship Him; and, you, my Muslim sister, be sincere to Allah (SWT) through obeying and satisfying your husband.

                         You, parents, be sincere through raising up your children, and encourage them to obey Allah (SWT) and advocate Islam. Be sincere throughout your life, so that you might guarantee being among the group of the Believers in heaven.

                         Can you be sincere in your devotion to Allah (SWT), and purify it from any defects? Can you sacrifice every second in your life for the sake of Allah (SWT): when you speak to people about Islam, when you pray, when you read the Qur’an, and myself when I write this . We should all be sincere to Allah (SWT) so that He might accept our work and good deeds. Being sincere to Allah (SWT) in your deeds is useful to the heart, as it arouses your spirits in this world, and increases your reward in the hereafter.

            WENT TO THE MASJID EVERYDAY AT COLLEGE

DON'T KNOW WHERE'S THE MASJID AT HOME

                            HYPOCRITE LEVEL 100

                  

                 A person who is sincere in his worship of Allah (SWT), and who does not seek people’s good opinion and estimate. He rather seeks to satisfy his Lord. He, therefore, does his best in worshiping Allah (SWT) praying at night while people are asleep.

              

       Then comes another type of sincerity; one that is more important than what has just been said. It is sincerity in repentance. From this we conclude that sincerity helps the person to go on obeying Allah (SWT) and turning back to Him in repentance.

                         How could a person be insincere to Allah (SWT) to whom all things in heaven and earth belong? False worshiping and insincerity are an underestimation of Allah’s (SWT) Greatness (Allah forbid).  All those who associate partners with Allah (SWT), whether openly or secretly, do not really understand the Greatness of Allah (SWT).

                             “And the ones who were pious to their Lord will be driven in hordes to the Garden till when they have come to it, and its gates will be opened, and its Keepers will say to them, “Peace be upon you! You have been good, so enter (into) it eternally (abiding).”And they will say, “Praise be to Allah, Who has sincerely (made good) His promise to us and has made us inherit the earth for us, to make our location in the Garden where we decide. So how favorable is the reward of the (good) doers.” And you will see the Angels encircling round about the Throne extolling with the praise of their Lord; and (justice) will be decreed between them with the Truth; and it will be said, “Praise be to Allah, the lord of the worlds.””(,39: 73-75).