These are just plain opinions; they can be rejected, refuted, argued against or accepted. These words are not meant to impose my ideals upon anybody , and they are not going against the law of the diversity of thoughts~~

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Mute Devils~

                What if one day, a big chunk of missile comes crushing at your doorstep and blow your mom to pieces? That's just outrageous, sorry. But seriously, how do you feel if that does happen? What options do you have? Run  like a chicken? Or cry your hearts out?

           The gift of peace is not permanent. It can be taken away at any time. Peace can dissolve into a murky , stagnant war, or starvation, or civil disputes , anytime God wills it that way. Especially in a country where people rejects Islamic laws and the leader loves Korean chicks more than religious men.

"And if only the people of the cities had believed and feared Allah , We would have opened upon them blessings from the heaven and the earth; but they denied [the messengers], so We seized them for what they were earning."
(Al-A'raf; 96)

          It is promised in the Holy Quran that we will always be tested. And we will be.

"And We will surely test you with something of fear and hunger and a loss of wealth and lives and fruits, but give good tidings to the patient,"
(Al-Baqarah ; 155)

        I wonder how does it feels like to see your dearest brothers slaughtered in front of your own freaking eyes. How is it to be so helpless, you can do nothing but stare and scream in disbelief. How is it like to have your childhood home torn by machines of war, where savage people shoot your neighbours and rape their daughters? Can we go through that? Am I able to withstand such terrible disaster?

"Then, did the people of the cities feel secure from Our punishment coming to them at night while they were asleep?"
(Al-A'raf; 97)

             To be honest, we serial sinners does not stand a chance against something that hard. The gift of  peace had made us forget that we are bound to a lifetime contract with God, a contract we can never break. We forgot that earthquakes, wars and hurricanes can happen anytime Allah wants it to happen. So happy we are with this peace and freedom that some of us love to say these words; " Our country is at peace. We are well fed and no one starves, and because of that we should be grateful and thankful to the government who had provided us with the best of services and wealth"

" Why should we change , while we have peace? Look at Egypt and Thailand; the rallies and demonstrations only cause chaos and disorder"

" You people are  very ungrateful. The government had tried its best providing world class education, building skyscrapers and roads, yet you low class people tried to deny progress!"

Seriously, seriously?

       As long as the government stays secular at its best, they should go down. Down and under.

        That's the fight of the people of Syria, Egypt and Tunisia. That  is our fight. The government is corrupt and against our Deen. The Syrian people does not wage war upon Basyar al-Assad for a lost cause. Egyptians did not rally for months just for fun. There was no Himpunan Sejuta Belia in Syria. They did not gather infront of tanks and machine guns to watch artists go all crazy and to yell " You Only Live Once!" in unison.  The teens and the youth have a real cause and a real fight. And we, sinners do not stand a chance against what they are up to.

             We only saw that those rallies are causes of chaos and disorder, violence and death, without realising the cause behind it. We had been too comfortable in our fortress of peace, with accumulating body fats , smartphones and fancy clothes. Don't misunderstand, there's nothing wrong with such pleasure we have, only that it is bad when we forget our contract with God. It is true that games, concerts and proms are pure fun, but to what extent?  

"So when they forgot that by which they had been reminded, We opened to them the doors of every [good] thing until, when they rejoiced in that which they were given, We seized them suddenly, and they were [then] in despair."

            We did nothing when American bombers annihilated the cities in Iraq, hijacked their resources and killed their children. We did nothing when Israeli troops marched into Lebanon and tore down the buildings and homes. We did nothing either when Hosni Mubarak started shooting at his own people and Gaddafi waged war upon his fellow Muslim brothers. The only thing we did was to produce a ban to travel to those affected countries, and something a little bit nice; a missionary army unit to help during the aftermath of war; medical teams and peacekeepers-only after hundreds of thousands of their citizens had been slain and humiliated .

               Are we deaf or are we blind? To remain silent and non-partisan when a party violates the right of the other means a support to the thoghut. A man who just watched and did nothing when thugs bullied an innocent man is actually a supporter to the criminal. He is the mute devil. Useless, and evil. To add to the severity of this situation is that we have the ability and strength to help, and yet we did nothing.

          Shouldn't we feel ashamed? No, we should feel much worse than ashamed. We should have provided those Muslim fighters state of art ammunition . We should have send them the best of our soldiers to help, rather than doing countless defence training and weapons exhibition , in which the army does not have  a real mission to even exist as a defence mechanism. It should have been simple for us; what is better than to die a martyr? This is the chance to wipe off all our countless sins and lies, this is the promise of jannah.

             We did not provide anything. Not even a voice of support, no nothing. Hell, the government even supported the Syrian government. It seems that providing our youth with pop culture and pure hedonism is much more important than to stop the slaughter of children in the country of our own brothers.


Saturday, 12 May 2012

Happy Mother's Day~

               I want to wish every mom out there, Happy Mother's Day. To every mother who loved their children like nothing else, mom, we love you so much. I want you to know that there is no enough words for me to proclaim how much do we adore you, how much we miss you, and how much we long to see you again, to hear your loving voice ,and to see your wonderful smile.

            We want you to know that you are such a wonderful mother , you are our guardian angel, the love of our hearts. If only we had the time and the chance to show how much we love you, mom ,I would freaking kill someone to get that.
        I am living this day on, with regret, a regret that will remain until the rest of my life. I will always regret the fact that I never used this opportunity before to show you how much we love you, and how much we miss you, mom, you are, and will always be in our hearts. When I was younger I never tried to celebrate her with the best I could. Once , I gave her a present-it was a prank-a rubber spider hidden in a wooden box. Damn, I will always live in regret.

              When mother got sick in 2007, we were completely devastated. My seven sisters and I, we never knew how we endured such a big loss. We saw mother lying in bed for months in pain, and we could do nothing but pray.

               I still remembered the days when we went home after school, and this beautiful lady would be waiting for us with a prepared lunch, and a bright smile on her face. I should've hugged and kissed her every day, but I did not.  There were not a single morning without half boiled eggs or her delicious butter rolls, but now we only have skimpy cereals for breakfast. I asked my sister earlier tonight, what would she like for dinner, and she said she would like mother to cook for us tonight.

           She was the perfect mother. She was our teacher, our guardian and our best friend. A very pious woman she was, never met someone better.  May Allah bless you dear mother, and put you in the best of His blessings.

            I would like you to know that we are very sorry for being such naughty kids that we were. We're grownups now mother, we never quarreled ever since, we are like perfect siblings now. We care for each other like you always wanted, and we love you more than ever.

            I should have wrote her something like this when mother was still with us, but I never did. Go away, ninjas cutting onions!

          There was a ruckus lately in the social media about how wrong it is to celebrate Mother's Day. I figured out that these people who want to banish this celebration had a very bad childhood, or they were adopted by evil couples. My job here is done.

                There was a written history about this celebration, and somebody translated that history into a falsified slanderous account, a wrong information for so many people. It was written that Anna Jarvis , an American who loved her mother so much, decided to celebrate her mother who died years before. It was natural that the people there celebrated it in a church, as they were freaking Christians. I don't expect them to celebrate it in a mosque, would they?

         The story was exaggerated, that the celebration was associated with the Mother Church, for Mary, mother of Jesus, Isis, the mother-god for Egyptians, while it was clearly written that Julia Howe who started it at first was celebrating mothers who lost their children in the war, and to celebrate the peace that they had.

                 I never knew Anna Jarvis or Julia Howe before. I knew nothing about those false gods. But I know that I love my mother with all my heart, and she  deserves every day of celebration. I give my mother presents on this day, not anything ridiculous or something that goes against this Deen. . If you feel that it is wrong to celebrate this day, then I pity your mothers for having such ungrateful sons and daughters.

                  There's a limit to exaggerations, and people just got past that.

            I do not have someone to share my tears and my joy, but I am very grateful for such a wonderful mother I had. She was not there when I got my exam results. I felt sad when I won competitions because I do not have someone to tell my big story and show her my presents and my pictures, to tell her how awesome my friends are, to tell her how exciting are the school days. My younger sisters miss the chance  to enjoy our mother's recipe, they never knew how  wonderful did she looked when she smiled, how was her laughter music to our ears.

          She would cheer me up whenever I had a bad day. Looking at her face was enough to brighten up my day . Strict she was, but loving more than anyone. She would always give me a real painful pinch in the arm whenever I misbehaved, and now I am missing that. I want her to be there when I grow up and get fat, to see how handsome am I today, and I want her to be there when I graduate, insya-Allah, but, Allah knows what is best for us, and he is the Most Merciful.

              I never tried to apologize to her if I ever lied and did something bad, and, wow, how I wish I did.

                To every living soul I know, cherish and appreciate the moments you have with your beloved parents, like never before . To our dearest mother, may Allah bless you and place you with the best of his servants.