Wednesday, January 14, 2015

The Chosen One




It has been a while since I last wrote an article. I’ve been busy coping up with my studies, my obligation as a Muslim, and of course my obligation to Allah.You can say it was my period of depression in which I tried to regain back my strength and improving my bond with He who owns this heart, soul, and body. And I realised, there is no other role model that I can look up to, in order to be the best Muslim that I can be, than Muhammad peace be upon him (pbuh).

In the wake of the recent attack in France by so-called ‘Jihadist’, the social media is exploding with criticisms, condemnations, and hate-speeches toward Islam. Why? Because 12 people were killed due to the caricatures of Muhammad pbuh which are insulting and disgraceful. And as always because of the action of a small number of ‘Muslims’, Islam is to blame.

Why ‘Jihadist’ and ‘Muslim’? Why not just Jihadist and Muslim?

It is funny how the timing of events seem so perfect; with France declaring their support for a free-state Palestine, with Israel threatening to go against those who are against them, and with an Israeli reporter perfectly situated near the scene of shooting where you can clearly record the ‘Jihadist’ shouting Allahu akbar. I can’t help but to think that these are not mere coincidence. Why after 7 months of publication of the caricatures weekly, the perpetrators decided to kill the cartoonist?
Wallahu’alam. Allah knows best.

I am not here to propose a conspiracy theory of some sort. I am here to tell you about a man, the best of men who had walk this earth, the one who was always mocked and threatened to death by his own society yet never lay a finger on them, the one who went through tribulations and hardship during his life time; he who is called Muhammad pbuh.

Al-Ameen, the trustworthy

Before his Prophethood, Muhammad was no ordinary youth. He was an exemplary man of weighty mind and faultless insight. He was favoured with intelligence, originality of thought, and accurate choice of the means leading to accurate goals His vivid mind and pure nature were helpfully instrumental in assimilating and comprehending ways of life and people, individual and community wise.

He was distinguished among his people for his modesty, virtuous behaviour, and graceful manners. He was the most gentle-hearted, chaste, and hospitable. He was the most truthful and the best to keep a covenant. His fellow-citizens, by common consent, gave him a title.

Al-Ameen. The trustworthy.

Five year before the Prophethood, Makkah was struck with a great flood that swept towards Al-Ka’bah and almost demolished it. The Quraisy were obligated to rebuild it therefore they divided the work amongst the tribes until it was time to put the sacred Black Stone back to its position. Strife broke out among the chiefs and lasted for four or five days, each contesting for the honour of placing the stone in its proper place. Daggers were on the point of being drawn and great bloodshed seemed imminent. Luckily the eldest of the chiefs proposed that whoever that enters into the Ka’bah compound first would be their judge. They unanimously agreed with the proposal. By Allah’s will, it was Muhammad pbuh.

What was their reaction?

On seeing him, all the people present, cried with one voice, “Al-Ameen has come! We are content to abide by his decision!” The situation was solved with Muhammad spreading a huge mantle with the sacred Black Stone in the middle and asked each of the representative of the different clans to lift the stone together. When it reached the proper place, he himself laid it in the proper position.
That was before he became Prophet.

After three years of secret preaching, revelation came down from Allah for Muhammad pbuh to start preaching in public. One day, he stood up on Mount As-Safa and called loudly, “Ya Sahabah!” Many people gathered and those who could not, sent somebody to report to them. Abu Lahab, his uncle as well as the enemy of Islam, was also present.

“You see, if I were to tell you that there were some horsemen in the valley planning to raid you, will you believe me?”

“Yes, we have only witnessed the truth from you,” they said.

Bear in mind that Mount As-Safa is not as tall as a proper mountain. You can call it a mini mountain in which few steps of ascending will bring you to the peak. Here, even though it was clear that there could not be any horsemen in the valley as it would be obvious to them, they still said that they would believe him. Because he never spoke about the untruth.

Then Muhammad pbuh said, “I am a warner to you before a severe torment.” Abu Lahab promptly replied, “Perish you all the day! Have you summoned us for such a thing?” He spitted as well as divorcing his son with the daughter of Muhammad pbuh. Then came down Surah Al-Lahab (surah no 111).

You see, when it comes to daily lives or even disputes, Muhammad was the one that they seek and trust. But when it comes to faith, they rejected him. Not because he was a liar of some sort, but because they were not able to see the truth behind what he was preaching. This is a man trusted by all, with the most graceful of manners, yet most people dubbed him as soothsayer, liar, and a madman then. And even today.

Preaching to Ta’if

After being oppressed and physically abused for his preaching in Makkah, he set out on foot towards Ta’if, about 60 kilometres from Makkah, in the company of his freed slave Zaid bin Harithah, hoping to invite people to Islam. It was in Shawwal of the tenth year of Prophethood. You could say it was a change of pace for him as the oppression and boycott of Muslims in Makkah were at its peak.

Contrary to his expectations, the general atmosphere was terribly hostile. He approached the nobles of the town, only to be turned down with abusive language and mockery. He stayed there for ten days, delivering his message to all of the noble people, one after another, but all to no avail.

Stirred up to hasten the departure of the unwelcome visitor, the foolish and their servants hooted him through the narrow lanes, pelted him with stones and obliged him to flee from the city pursued by a merciless crowd.

Blood flowed down both his legs; and Zaid, trying to shield him, was wounded in the head. The crowd did not cease until they had chased him two or three miles across the sandy plains on the foot of the surrounding hills.

After resting in one of the numerous fruit farm (there is a story but I will skip it for now), he set out on the way back to Makkah, heart-broken and depressed. When he reached Qarn Al-Manazil, Allah sent to him Jibreel together with the angel of the mountains. The latter asked the Prophet for permission to bury Makkah between Al-Akhshabain, the mountains of Abu Qubais and Qu’aiqi’an.
He said, “No, I hope that Allah will let them beget children who will worship Allah alone, and will worship none besides Him.”

Try to brain this: Muhammad pbuh was disappointed and depressed with the conditions in Makkah therefore he went to Ta’if for a change of pace. There, he was treated the same way as he was in Makkah. When Jibreel and the angel came saying that they could bury Makkah between the mountains, he said no.

Why on earth would someone who has been physically and mentally abused severely turn down the offer in order to protect his abusers?

Why on earth would someone who has been heart-broken and disappointed at the behaviour of the people countless of times say no to such offer?

Why on earth would someone who has been showered with hardship, not once or twice, refuse to pay back for what the people did to him?

If only he agreed to the offer, his job would be easier as there would be less people opposing him!

And bear in mind that the offer came only after he was disappointed with the people of Ta’if in which psychologically speaking, if he was an ordinary man, he should be in a state of anger and contempt!

But because he is Muhammad; like a tree which drops its fruits to those who pelted it with rocks.

He said no.

Of Trials and Tribulations

Throughout his Prophethood, there was not a day that he was not bothered by the non-believers; be it from the smallest of mockery to the biggest of murder attempt. Only after the Hijrah to Madinah, Allah sent down revelation regarding the permission for the Muslims to fight back the non-believers, of course with strict terms and conditions.

He was taunted, degraded, and ridiculed by the Quraish during the earlier years. They claimed he was possessed by a jinn or an insane person. He was accused of practicing witchcraft and dubbed as the soothsayers. Know that the Arabs of Makkah at that time were famous for their poetry and proses. Hence when Muhammad, an illiterate, recited the words of God, they were amazed by the beauty of the verses yet chose to put them under the rag, ignoring the truth behind the verses although there were some who converted to Islam once listening to the verses of the Qur’an because they knew no man can ever produce the same verses as the ones revealed to Muhammad.

When the verbal abuse and boycott did not affect the faith of Muhammad and the Muslims of Makkah, the non-believers resorted to another way of confrontation: violence. In one instance, it is recorded that the Prophet was one day seated on the hillock of Safa when Abu Jahl happened to pass by and accused the religion preached by him. Muhammad, however, kept silent and did not utter a word. Abu Jahl went on unchecked, took a stone, and cracked the Prophet’s head which began to bleed. He then joined his fellow Quraishites in their assembly place.

In another instance, Abu Jahl lay waiting for the arrival of Prophet to offer prayer at the compound of Ka’bah. When the Prophet prostrated himself, Abu Jahl proceeded carrying the big rock in order to drop it on Muhammad’s head. However by Allah’s will, Jibreel was sent intercepted his action. Abu Jahl said, “When I approached, a male camel unusual in figure with fearful canines intercepted and almost devoured me.” Muhammad pbuh in the context of his comment on the incident said, “It was Jibreel as, if Abu Jahl had approached closer, he would have killed me.”

Again in another instance, when the news of Muhammad pbuh planning to emigrate to Madinah reached the ears of the Quraisy, they set up a plan to kill him before he leaves the house. A total of eleven men were on alert the night before the proposed emigration of the Prophet. As the night advanced, they posted assassins around the house, waiting to kill him the moment he left his house early in the morning. But Jibreel who was sent down to Muhammad to reveal the plot of the Quraisy in which, with Allah’s will, he managed to escape the house unnoticed.

For ten years, he suffered physically and mentally everyday due to the confrontations of the non-believers. After the Hijrah to Madinah, things were less than what he went through in Makkah. Only that he needed to deal with the munafiq and the Jews (some of the Jews) who pronounced their allegiance to Muhammad but backstabbed him when Madinah was under attack, not once but countless of times.

So what did he do to the people who did bad things to him? He forgave them. Only in the battlefield did he kill the enemies but outside of the battlefield, he forgave them. Well he also did forgive some of the enemies who converted while on the battlefield or while being held captive. On top of that, do you want to know what he did to the captives of war who still refuse to accept Islam?

Either their families pay ransom to the Muslims or the captives, who were literate, teach ten children the art of writing and reading until they had been proficient enough.

This is the ethics of Islam.

Upon entering Makkah after the Conquest of Makkah (Fathul Makkah), Prophet Muhammad pbuh went to the Ka’bah compound on the second day and called upon all the Quraisy. He then said that Makkah is a holy land and would remain so till the Day of Judgement. No bloodshed was allowed therein. He went to pray on the hillock of Safa, facing the Ka’bah. There, the people of Quraisy who were in fear gathered round him only to be reassured that he had lived with them and would die with them.

In simpler words, the bad things that they had done to him and the Muslims, he would not seek revenge for he had forgiven them.

The Chosen One

In order to know a man, we need to learn about his past. And through learning a man’s past, we will come to know of his worth. Only then would we know that the man depicted by a group of people is far from the real characters of the man himself.

In this case, Charlie Hebdo’s caricatures of Muhammad or all the insulting caricatures depicting Muhammad as someone indecent, are far from the truth.

He is not a man of war or a man of indecency. He is a man of justice and a man of ethics. A man of forgiveness and a man of modesty.

I am writing this article in English with the hope that this article can reach, if not tens of people, hundreds of people of different religions or beliefs, to show to you who is the real Muhammad pbuh and why the Muslims are angry every time people insulted him in the name of freedom of speech.

Because the Muhammad the media depicted is not Muhammad.

For Muhammad is the chosen one.

“Et Nous ne t’avons envoyé qu’en miséricorde pour l’univers.”

                                                                         (Al-Anbiya, 21:107)

May Allah ease.

-Senpai-

Footnote: One reference which is for me, beneficial and reliable to learn about the history of Prophet Muhammad pbuh is The Sealed Nectar or Ar-Raheequl Makhtum by Safiur-Rahman Al-Mubarakpuri. There are other sources as well such as As-Seerah An-Nabawiyyah by Abu Muhammad Abdul-Malik bin Hisham or the hadits of the Prophet themselves.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Bunga dan Secawan Kopi Itu...

Secawan Kopi

Aku ingat lagi masa itu,
Secawan kopi…





(3 bulan sebelumnya)





Baju kemeja kemas dipakai,
Takda kusut, takda masai.
Neck tie, macam PM!
Begitulah semangatnya diri menjadi anak pertama melangkah ke universiti luar negara!
Ibu ayah, mak cik pak cik, kawan kawei, kamek kitak,
Semuanya gembira atas kejayaan yang  mantap ini!


“Bii nanti belajar betul-betul tau”
“Bii jangan tinggal solat tau!”
Pesan ibu ayah, aku angguk sebelum mereka sempat menghabiskan kata-kata.


“Bii..”
Kelihatan wajah seorang ibu saudara yang ku respect.
Bukan sebab PhD nya, bukan sebab sportingnya dia…



“Sepanjang Bii kat sana nanti, kalau ada masalah, ingat Allah.
Banyak pengalaman Bii boleh dapat, Unty percaya Bii boleh jaga diri.
Ilmu agama pun jangan tinggalkan”


Beliau menghulurkan senaskah buku.

’50 Wasiat Rasulullah Untuk Generasi Islam’

Ku tatap wajah itu,
Aku yakin, dia tahu cabaran yang bakal aku hadapi.

“Thanks Unty!”

Jam menunjukkan jam 2200,
Sudah tiba masanya aku pergi.

Itulah kenangan terakhir ku di bumi tercinta yang akan ku ingat sampai bila-bila.
Dan..

Kenangan secawan kopi itu…





(sebulan dibumi baru)




Indahnya bumi baru ini.
Semuanya berlainan dari tempat lahirku sebelum ini,
Udaranya sejuk, nyaman,
Angin bertiup menyusup menembusi sweater tebal,
Daun hijau bertukar merah, kemudian jatuh satu persatu.


Masyarakatnya berlainan,
Yang islam mahupun yang bukan,
Dan banyak yang perlu aku pelajari,


Mata dipejam,
Ku luaskan dakapan tanganku,
Inilah dia udara sejuk yang aku hanya mampu bayangkan dulu,

Dengan penuh tekad, aku genggam tangan ku,
“Inilah dia medan untuk mengilap dakwah dan tarbiyyahku”




(tibanya musim sejuk)



Credit


Bunga…
Di awal waktu mengembang mekar,
Haruman wangi tersebar melaluinya.
Dan ada masanya,
Bunga layu dek sejuk menggigit
Membekukan air yang ada dalam ranting…
Daun mula gugur dan harum tiada mewangi



Melutut di tengah jalan…

“Dimana aku buat silap….”

Kata-kata itu berbisik dari sudut hati yang kecil itu.

“Dimana perginya api yang dulu marak…”

“Kenapa tidak terdetik rasa kesah, dikala diri terkena lumpur…”

“Bumi ini patut menjadi medan untuk perbaik, tetapi mengapa aku yang terbalik…”

“Mana silapnya….”




Saat itu,

Aku tak pernah rasa..    begitu..

….kosong...

Mengenang kembali zaman persediaanku..
Ke mana aku pergi, apa yang aku cakap, apa yang aku baca,
Semuanya akan berpaksikan dakwah dan tarbiyyah..
Gembiranya aku masa itu,
Hingga ku lupa…

Dunia realiti tak seindah itu…

Berdiri ditengah masyarakat dan manusia yang belum mengenal dakwah tarbiyyah,
Tidak sama dengan berdiri di tengah insan-insan yang sentiasa bersedia untuk menerima tarbiyyah…

Tidak sama sekali….




“…kalau ada masalah, ingat Allah…”
Aku teringat wajah itu…

Itu benar.

Sepahit mana pun mulut berdoa kepada Allah
minta dibersihkan diri yang jijik ini,
Aku tidak pernah putus harapan pada diri.
Aku yakin, AKU YAKIN!!
Sebeku mana pun jihad dalam diri ku,
Allah tak akan sia-siakan doaku!
DIALAH AR-RAHMAN! DIALAH AR-RAHIM!
DIALAH yang paling berkuasa atas SETIAP SATU di dunia ini!




………




“Bii!”

(tersedar dari lamunan)

Kelihatan wajah murobbi itu yang penuh dengan kerisauan,

“kenapa ni Bii, macam ada masalah je”

Benci betul dengan murobbi yang cepat membaca raut wajah ini
Aku tidak jawab,

“Jom minum kopi dengan abang! Lama dah tak minum kat kedai kopi tu”

Aku tersenyum sebelah bibir tanpa ku sedar,
Aku terus bergerak tanpa mengungkap sebarang kata,
Kerana hati kami sudah berbicara






Credit

Bunga yang layu beku,
Sebeku manapun rantingnya,
Akar masih hidup untuk meneruskan perjuangannya




Disitulah secawan kopi panas,
Pahit manis, namun tetap sedap,
Panas yang mencairkan apa yang beku..
Yang beku dicairkan,
Yang tutup kembali mekar
Yang terpadam kembali membakar.


Aku yakin. AKU YAKIN! Allah makbulkan doaku!


Dan kali ini,
Tidak akan aku biarkan diri terduduk dalam lumpur hina itu lagi!
Tidak akan aku sia siakan semangat yang Allah bagi.
Kerana semangat itu satu amanah yang dipikul mesti!



Cerdit

Bunga lebih indah dengan haruman yang mewangi…


Semangat yang ada bukan hanya untuk diri,
Semangat perlu dikongsi sejauh mana ia mampu pergi.
Kembang mekarlah engkau!
Dan terus berlari mengembalikan keindahan bunga-bunga yang beku.
Sebelum angin kuat melanda yang memisahkan akar dari tanah


Akar yang tercabut dari tanah,
Jika tidak ditanam kembali,
Akarnya akan turut membeku,
dan terus mati….

Teruslah engkau berlari


 -JihadJihadJe-


Friday, January 2, 2015

Hidupku Tanpa Dakwah, Hidup atau Mati?

Dulu mungkin aku rasa dakwah itu satu beban
Bukan sahaja beban, malah penyebab diri dipinggir
Sebab apa?
Yelah, ‘budak surau’ atau ‘budak usrah’ ni tak cool
Bila orang couple, kena tegur
Bila main game, kena tegur
Nak enjoy pun ada limit,
Siapa nak geng dengan orang cegitu!

Ya! aku takut berdakwah dulu sebab itu.
Taknak diri dipinggir
kerana aku tahu pedihnya bersendiri,
Masa yang sama,
Aku gembira melihat ikhwah yang bergerak pantas dan tegap atas jalan dakwah
Aku kagum kerana mereka sanggup dipandang pelik oleh kawan-kawan lain,
Bukan aku, aku takut.

Kini sudah 2 tahun dakwah menjadi matlamat hidup,
Setiap peristiwa akan ku lihat peluang untuk berdakwah di situ,
Kalau tidak dapat berdakwah, paling kurang tarbiyyah diri pun cukup
Walaupun dipandang pelik atau gila, tarbiyyah diri sudah buat aku gembira.
Bila berdakwah, hati gembira macam chocolate brownies masuk mulut, malah lebih dari itu!

Mungkin Allah nak menguji,
Dulu ikhwah ramai di sisi,
Mudah rasanya untuk berdakwah,
Dikala futur, akan ada yang tegur,
Dikala diri hanya mentarbiyyah diri, akan ada yang ajak untuk berdakwah lagi,
Dengan ramainya kami, aku bertutur dengan yakin,
Kerana ramai membuktikan kami bukanlah begitu pelik!

Mungkin Allah nak uji,
Kini ikhwah jauh terbahagi,
Tinggal aku disini,
Bersendiri.

Mungkin Allah nak uji,
Adakah dakwah aku dulu hanya kerana ikhwah disisi?
Adakah tarbiyyah diriku hanya kerana ikhwah ditepi?
Adakah semangatku hanya kerana ramainya kami menyeru?!

“Apakah manusia mengira bahawa mereka akan dibiarkan hanya dengan mengatakan: “Kami telah beriman” dan mereka tidak diuji?”

(Al-Ankabut: 2)


YA! Sudah pasti aku sedang diuji!



Hidupku tanpa dakwah…
Setelah beberapa ketika ku berpijak dibumi kontang ini,
Ibarat pendaki gunung, dalam ribut salji seorang diri,
Aku hanya mampu menyalakan api untuk diri,
Tetapi,
Adakalanya apinya terpadam,
Dan masa itulah aku tersedar,
Betapa sunyinya hidupku tanpa dakwah dan tarbiyyah,
Sejuk bersendirian,
Cuba mencari kayu api di mana ada.
Bila cuba untuk nyalakan, adakalanya kayu api terlepas dari tangan.
Masa itu aku sedar,
Ikhwah disisi itu satu nikmat,
Dan aku rindu kehangatan ukhwah!
Kehangatan yang hanya dapat ku bayangkan,
Kerana...
Dalam realiti, aku tengah membeku saparuh mati,
Hidupku kini hanyalah mencari kayu api, menyalakan selagi mampu.

Kerana hidup tanpa dakwah dan taybiyyah bagiku adalah mati…

Mati

-JihadJihadJe-