Showing posts with label muhasabah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label muhasabah. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Hujung Ramadhan:

Terawih di Palestin diiringi ledakan bom dan peluru,

terawih di Malaysia diiringi ledakan bunga api dan mercun.


Orang Palestin diancam secara fizikal: zionis yang tak sabar nak lihat pemergian muslimin dari bumi barokah,

orang Malaysia hadapi ancaman rohani: hati yang tak sabar nak lihat pemergian bulan barokah.

As For Anger

A world full of injustice provokes anger. There is a reason for that: anger is a valuable tool in fighting injustice - one who has no anger whatsoever will be too scared or easily discouraged to stand up for what is right. 

But anger has to be controlled, as a hunting dog is controlled by its master:

“As for the force of anger, it’s balance is expressed through courage (and Allah SWT loves courage). If it leans towards the excessive side, it is called recklessness, and if it leans to deficiency it is called cowardice.

“As for the force of anger, it’s balance is achieved when it is restrained and released according to what either the Revealed Law or wisdom dictates.”

Al-Arba’in fi Usul ad-Din (The Forty Principles of the Religion), Imam Al-Ghazali


#RamadanKareem

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

It's Not Just the Politicians

 People swerving and maneuvering treacherously, eyes straight ahead unflinching. 

“Me, me, me - forget everyone else!”, seems to be the philosophy of players of this dangerous game.


Malaysians would agree that the above would be a good description of our politics, especially in these past few months. In recent weeks, in particular, politicians returning from Sabah have been spewing the Covid-19 virus to their constituents from the very mouths ringing hollow the tagline “Kita Jaga Kita”. Making things worse is the double standard with which the situation has been handled - disgusting as it is blatant.


But even more than the material and public health damage these politicians have done to the country all these years, more tragic is the helplessness that their long-term selfishness has made us experience. For the average Malaysian, the distressing feeling that one’s life and the lives of one’s family are in the hands of selfish idiots who have power over us is a sort of mental torture.


As a reaction to this, we seem to have become increasingly apathetic and cynical towards everything:

Tak kisahlah what they want to do!”

“All those politicians are the same only-lah!”

“Whatever-lah..I have bigger problems to worry about in my own life!” 

are sentiments echoing louder among the people as the political class keeps playing their destructive game. Apathy and cynicism, after all, can be calming balms for heartache.


Thus, it may come as a relief to the reader that this is not just another article focused on the politicians and their antics - there are enough of those articles out there! Rather, I would like to take the spotlight away from them for a precious moment and point it elsewhere - on ourselves, the rakyat.


On this point, I invite you to read this paragraph again: 


People swerving and maneuvering treacherously, eyes straight ahead unflinching. 

“Me, me, me - forget everyone else!”, seems to be the philosophy of players of this dangerous game.


and see if it accurately describes typical Malaysian drivers. 


It cannot be denied - there is an uncanny correlation between the behaviour of the Malaysian politician and the Malaysian driver: both practice a huge deal of brinkmanship, having no time (or willingness) to properly think, constantly sacrifice basic etiquette for personal gain, and live with the motto ‘eat or be eaten’.

Funny that we are quick to complain about our politicians’ lack of moral values and principles, but we act the very same way on the road!


No, this is not a defence of the politicians - far from it! For I am as angry and as frustrated with them as the next Malaysian. I am particularly furious at how easily they constantly manipulate our feelings with negative sentiments that pit us against each other, while they enrich themselves of our nation’s wealth at the top. No - let it be clear that they have to be held accountable, as any servant of the public should! But I am making the argument here that accountability of ourselves is a vital component in the process of holding our authorities to account.


Why? Because the culture of our politicians will not change until the culture of our driving changes; for the toxin at the root of both our politics and our driving is one and the same: selfishness! 


This culture of selfishness reveals itself in a people obsessed with his own rights, while being ignorant of his responsibilities; in his ‘tak cukup’ culture which forces him to chase after and hoard more, more and even more for himself at the expense of everyone else; in his attitude screaming: “Me, me, me - forget everyone else!”.


Selfishness is the toxic culture of littering on the pavement because it’s someone else’s job to clean it up; it is the habit of breaking SOPs designed to stop the spread of Covid-19 just because I’m not part of a high-risk group; it is the dumping of chemical waste into rivers from which people drink because it’s the cheapest way to get rid of it.

Selfishness is what is poisoning us.


So what’s the antidote?

Firstly, we need to realise that burying our heads in our own problems is not the right way to react to the messed up state we find ourselves in - because although apathy and cynicism may be calming balms, they are not cures to the disease. Rather, apathy and cynicism themselves can be diseases if left unchecked - leading to helplessness and bitterness in the long-term, thereafter leading to lethargy and inaction, which are the very things those in power depend on to manipulate us! For the sake of our children and our society, we cannot let ourselves drown in helplessness and bitterness!


So where do we go from here?

It is by wresting the true meaning of “Kita jaga kita” from the mouths of corrupt politicians who have made it into an empty slogan. It is by taking steps towards becoming better citizens. And happily enough, these steps are the very same ones it takes to become better drivers: slow down, look around, be aware of others, look out for those in need and help as much as we can. 


In practical terms, that means asking ourselves: among my relatives, friends and neighbours, are there anyone in need financially or emotionally? And how can I help? And then..help-lah! Though as an individual my sphere of influence may not extend to changing huge things like national policy, I do have influence on myself, my family and my neighbourhood.


And if your response to all this is: “Isn’t this the job of the government? Why should I have to do anything?”, then with all due respect, my friend, you are as much a part of the problem as those selfish politicians you despise so much. 

Your behaviour demonstrates the fact that our politicians are merely members of our society, they are from us, and if they are so rotten it’s because they reflect the rot present in our society


Once again, I underline the fact that I am not absolving the government of its responsibilities and that we will have to continue holding them to account. Rather this is an invitation for us to take responsibility in our spheres of influence. 

Only by being better than our politicians can we influence them for the better, and not them influencing us for the worse!


So today, why don’t we reach out to someone in need? 

Covid-19 may have forced us to stay home but we can always share enough with someone in need - if not enough to fix their home, perhaps enough to repair their vehicle; if not enough for that, perhaps enough for them in need for them to buy a meal; and if even that much is unaffordable, why not at least give way to someone else on the road?




* Muhammad Mikhail Shamsul Bahar is an Ikram activist

This article was published on the Malay Mail website on Tuesday, 03 Nov 2020 02:47 PM MYT

Monday, September 24, 2018

Ice Cream

Many kids stared as I ate a cheap RM1 ice cream at a local shopping mall yesterday.

It reminded me of the time when I was that old and would do anything for the ability to have ice cream anytime I want. Of course, at that age I didn’t have the money nor the means to go to the ice cream shop as often as I wished.

Yesterday I realised how much I now take that freedom for granted - at this age I no longer appreciate the ability to buy ice cream so easily because I’m too busy chasing ‘more important’ things.

Such is human nature - as we grow older we are in a continuous chase for the ‘ice cream’ of that particular phase in life - good exam results, a job, a car, a house, a wife, a good retirement, a good place to die.

Perhaps, once in a while, we should just take the time to sit down and appreciate what we have instead of being constantly fixated on what we don’t just yet.

And hey, have some ice cream while you’re at it ✌🏻

[14:7]





Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Let’s Look into the Mirror when Driving

Lets look into the mirror when driving.

Malaysian traffic is my nemesis -
avoiding potholes, motorists refusing to give way, dodging motorcycles and 16-wheel lorries alike..
after a few hours on the road I find myself exhausted not only physically, mentally and emotionally, but also spiritually.
No joke - in this month of Ramadhan, driving in Malaysia is truly a test of sabr and iman.

Let’s look into the mirror when driving.

Yet, after a while, it dawned on me that I am committing the same mistakes as the drivers around me - if not worse.
I too cut lines, block others from joining the lane, park inappropriately.
What was it which prevented me from being aware of my own mistakes in the first place?
Stress?
A sense of entitlement?
A sort of superiority complex?
Perhaps the main issue is not actually the misdemeanour of other drivers; rather it is my reaction towards them.
In that sense my fellow motorists are a mirror, reflecting the diseases of my own heart.

Let’s look into the mirror when driving.

In this new Malaysia there is a new confidence among Malaysians to ‘muhasabah’ those in authority - ie to hold them to account for their wrongdoings. Such confidence is indeed a positive change for this country.
But let us remember that muhasabah first and foremost is to be directed towards oneself - towards one’s own heart and actions.

Let’s look into the mirror when driving.
Not only on Malaysian roads, but in life in general.

#ramadhanmubarak #malaysiabaru #malaysiamenujunegararahmah

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Islam and Politics

There are two extreme ends of the spectrum when it comes to the role of Islam in politics:

On one extreme is the view that Islam and politics must be kept entirely separate.
As a result, the principles of Islam are not allowed to contribute to the discourse of ethics in administration, good governance, adaab in democracy.
This leads to dichotomy, and a road to ruin.

On the other extreme is the view that Islam in its entirety is political in nature.
As a result the health of the spiritual heart is overlooked, akhlaq (character) deteriorates, those who do not agree with my political stance is ‘less Muslim’.
This leads to disunity, and a road to ruin.

It is better, in my humble opinion, to take the middle path;
to learn that Islam and politics is inseparable, but Islam rises ABOVE politics - and encompasses so much more as a way of life.
That there is room for not just a Muslim voice in politics, but there should be room for multiple Muslim voices to exist - offering differing solutions to political issues, and room for discussion in a climate of maturity.

Shall we not take that path?


#MalaysiaMenujuNegaraRahmah

Monday, April 16, 2018

Saad and Ayyan

Two 10-year-old boys meekly approached me, wearing sheepish grins. 
“Assalamualaikum..”
“Yes?”
“We want to apologise about yesterday..”


Yesterday as the two boys entered the masjid, they saw me and whispered (audibly) to each other: 
“Chang Ching Chong is here” 
- alluding to my Oriental appearance.

Fighting the temptation to give them a piece of my mind there and then, I instead kept my cool and approached the man who brought the two boys to the masjid.
I asked him who they were - he said they were his son and nephew. Aged 10.
I told him what they called me, and reminded him that racism is wrong in Islam.
Visibly embarrassed, he told me he will handle it.
I asked him not to scold them - they are only young and didn’t know better. But they DO need to be told that what they did was wrong.


After salah, I approached the family of three as they were leaving the masjid.

“I just want to say that what you did today was very brave - apologising.
Not many grown-ups are able to do that.”

They grinned. A bit more proudly this time.


Saad and Ayyan, you are growing up in a world full of prejudice and hate. Already some of it has tainted you.
But as long as you retain the courage to admit your mistakes and apologise, there still is hope.

(And we adults can learn a thing or two on that too)

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

I understand that its a complex issue, and that there are differences in opinion.
I understand that we must have a real discussion about letting Rohingya refugees into our country.
I understand the reluctance to accept people coming in en masse to our country when we are already struggling with our own economic problems.

But what I DON'T understand is the need for unnecessarily insulting comments against the Rohingya themselves during that discussion - "idiots", "parasites", who "create a heavy traffic jam"  (and these are not even the worst of the comments).

As a Malaysian, I am ashamed.
What happened to our reputation as a friendly, caring people? 
Is this what we have become - shallow-minded, xenophobic, forgetful, SELFISH brats - exhibiting the very same traits we complain about in our politicians.

What has made us feel so entitled to hurl abuse at refugees already prosecuted so badly? 
Because they deserve the torture? 
Because we Malaysians are more human than the Rohingya? 
Hah! I find that more and more difficult to believe seeing how inhumanely we behave.
I am ashamed. I am ashamed. I am ashamed - 
and not just of our leaders. 
I'm ashamed of you and me.

Happy Merdeka Day


Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Jump-Start

"Hello..are you Malay or Chinese..?"

To be honest, it was a perfectly valid question to ask me: 
the mixed melayu-cina guy who, 
among Malays, looks the most Chinese; 
and among Chinese, looks the most Malay.

A valid question. But was it the most relevant?
Because the next question from the man was a request for me to help him jump-start his car.

Has it gotten this bad in Malaysia?

Yes sure (and Alhamdulillah), 
we are not physically at each other's throats, nor in open armed conflict with each other - 
but 
is it not enough of a tragedy 
that sentiments of race 
have gotten in the way of our common humanity -
that we now have to know someone's race before asking for their help?


It didn't work, in the end. 
We failed to jump-start his car, and I had to leave him with his car still unable to start.

I pray there is more hope for the broken relations between the races of this country,
then there is for the broken car.

Saturday, December 24, 2016

macam mana nak
tak buat lagi dosa,
kalau taubat tu tak
cukup lagi dose?

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Living in 
a washing machine;
in a cycle circular
faster and faster
until 
at the centre
is 
 just

   emptiness

Monday, October 17, 2016

one can live several different lives concurrently;
while feeling in each and every one

lonely.

let not the loneliness be 
perpetual,
let not the loneliness be
spiritual.



[2:186] 

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Forgive and Forget

Often without even trying, 
the ones closest to our heart 
(by the very nature of their closeness)
are the ones who can hurt us the most.

And because it hurts so much, 
it is our parents, siblings, lovers, close friends
who we can find hardest to forgive.


The remedy in the Quran addressing this problem 
is a quite simple piece of advice:

 "وَلـيَعفُواْ وَليَصفَحُوٓاْ"

"walya'fu": 
and do not punish 
"walyasfahu": 
and turn the page

Simply: 
'forgive and forget'.

Cool. 
But we just said that
it's not always that easy, is it?


So the ayat continues by asking:

"أَلَا تُحِبُّونَ أًَن يَغفِرَ اللهًُ لَكُم"

"Would you not like 
that Allah should forgive you?"

SubhanAllah, with this
Allah has weighed up the difficulty of forgiving and forgetting 
against the magnitude of Allah's forgiveness.

(And what can possibly compare to the magnitude of Allah's forgiveness??)

Meaning, if a person still refuses to forgive and forget, 
it is quite possibly a problem of iman (faith).
If he still refuses to forgive and forget, then
he has to perhaps look into his heart 
to see what is stopping him: 
it could very well be pride and arrogance.

The ayat concludes with:

"وٓ اللهُ غٓفُورٌ رّٓحِيمٌ"

"And Allah is Forgiving and Merciful"


So..will you 
forgive and forget? 🙂



Reference: 
Ustaz Nouman Ali Khan's tafsir of ayat 22 of Surah An-Nur

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Eiduladha

But then, what is love -
that emotion, intangible;
that feeling, unmeasurable?
It seems that even at its most quantifiable,
love is but a complex series of chemical reactions in the brain, incomprehensible.

There doesn't seem to be a unit of measurement for love;
like there are metres and miles to measure distance,
or hertz and decibels to measure sound.

And so, empty sound
is what "I love you"
too often turns out to be.

That, to me, 
was prophet Ibrahim's lesson
in his willingness to sacrifice his son:

That there actually is 
a unit of measurement of love -  sacrifice.
That the more one loves, the more for his object of love
he should be willing to sacrifice.

Ibrahim's love to God was not intangible,
not empty - it was proven by his willingness to sacrifice what he loved most in this world.

Eiduladha is a celebration of that sacrifice; of that love.

selamat hari raya, everybody!! 🙂

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Fitness

Often we listen to our bodies: 
aware of when it's hungry, we eat
aware of when it's tired, we rest
aware of how important it is, we exercise.

But too rarely we listen to our hearts:
to let it eat with the Quran
to let it rest with solat
to exercise it with zikrullah;

when our bodies are but vessels for our souls,
and it is our hearts 
which are who we are.


Such is the human being;
occupied with the superficial,
forgetful of what's vital.

So..how fit is your heart?

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Babies, Yu Yi and Prayer

Perhaps in how we perform our prayers, 
we should be learn from babies
to feel yu yi;
to live in the now.

They who have yet to learn how to crawl,
and so are not always in a rush to go somewhere;
They who have yet to learn how to say "me",
and so are not always busy thinking about themselves;
They who have yet to learn how to plan ahead,
and so are not always occupied about
what to do now,
in 5 minutes,
in 5 years.





Perhaps in how we perform our prayers,
we should learn from babies,
who live knowing they are
dependent fully on others.

They who have yet to learn how to feed themselves,
and so cry desperately whenever hungry
knowing instinctively that
survival depends entirely on the mercy of others.

They who have not yet forgotten how to be dependent,
have not yet fallen for the illusion that 
whatever they have in life
is there only because of their effort
instead of the mercy of God.

To live in the now,
and in total reliance on Him;
perhaps we need to learn from babies
in how we perform our prayers.

For what is prayer but a desperate cry
to the One whose mercy 
we are totally reliant upon?

"Ist es nicht schön?"




Thursday, March 31, 2016

Awfa's Treatise on Loyalty and Trust

How beautiful a couple make Loyalty and Trust,
though too often they are found separated; incomplete:
This is the lesson from a baby
who hasn't yet learnt how to not trust.

A baby is born with eyes that do not judge.
But one of the first social skills she will learn
is to be anxious around strangers. 
To distrust.

You see, we don't forget how to trust.
Rather, we learn how to distrust. 
It is a natural stage of a baby's development;
maybe, an instinctive preparation to face a world
which is not always what it seems:
where people cheat, lie, deceive, play power games.

And to cheat, lie, deceive, play power games,
are social skills the baby, too, 
will learn as she grows up;
though now she is deceptively innocent.

We don't forget how to trust.
Rather, we learn how to distrust. 
And 
perhaps the belief that other people deceive
is a mechanism we build in our own minds
to cope with the guilt of our own deception.
Perhaps the belief that other people are not what they seem
is a mechanism we build in our minds
to cope with the burden of our own secrets.

If so then to trust is something to re-learn. 
And to learn how to trust others, 
one first has to learn to be worthy 
of the trust of others. 

How can I expect loyalty from others when I am myself untrustworthy? 
How can I expect to trust others when I am myself disloyal? 

Loyalty and Trust come hand in hand.
Naturally. Beautifully.
But only if they meet.

This is the lesson from a baby
who hasn't yet learnt how to not trust:
though too often they are found separated; incomplete,
how beautiful a couple make Loyalty and Trust. 





Credits: Awfa binti Adlan Wafi

Monday, March 14, 2016

Possibly the most dangerous disease to affect a da'ie is that of self-righteousness.
Afflicted, he/she begins to think him/herself as pure,
belittling others and being rough to the very people
he/she is supposed to call to Allah.

Na'udzubillah..


Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Idols

When those statues around the Kaabah were brought down, I imagine
that it must have been painful for the worshippers of those idols to see.
It must be hard to let go of old habits, old attachments.

But that pain was, ultimately, short-lived.
And that pain was necessary, before 
the inner peace that Islam brought 
could enter their hearts.


It is a similar case, I imagine, for those idols we have in our hearts:
wealth, self, a lover.
But like those statues around the Kaabah they too must be brought down.
It is a pain necessary to achieve inner peace.

And I pray that it too will be a pain short-lived.


#imanbarunakup

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

"The heart is like a bird: 
love at its head and 
its two wings are 
hope and fear"
- Ibn Al-Qayyim

If one finds something difficult to put out of mind while in solat,
maybe you love it more than you love Allah.
Na'udzubillah.

[3:14-15]



#delayedgratification