It's Me, Ramadhan

Knock knock!

Who’s there?

It’s me.

Who?

It’s Ramadhan.

Don't Take Daddy For A Ride Boys

This is what u get if u mess with daddy, kid.

The man in the picture above named Baharom Long, age 85, just teaches a great lesson to three of his sons.

He sued them for RM2millions.

Suing ur children on ur birthday is probably not the best thing a father could do, but this man managed to do it. It proven that he is man enough!

Islam Is Perfect, Muslims Are Not !

A police lance corporal believed to be hiding from a khalwat raid died after he fell from the third floor of a hotel here yesterday.

It is believed that the 33-year-old policeman had climbed out of the window of the hotel room when the state Religious Affairs Department enforcement officers knocked on the door at 2am.

U can read the rest of the story by clicking here.

Another case of death because fleeing from khalwat. This is the second time I write in my blog about this kind of story. Before this it involved a student, (u can read it by clicking here) but this time, it involved a policemen.

Honestly I feel sad for them. Instead of die in Iman, they died in this terrible way. Not that I want to say anything bad to them. This is just a reminder for me, and to all my dear readers to so that we can learn to not doing the same mistake.

But that’s not my real point, my real point here is about few comments that I read regarding this case that bothering me. These few comments are;

Lifeline 4 Gaza - Break The Siege

“I will give u a lot.” said the Jew.

“What did u mean?” replied Sultan Abdul Hamid II.

“Listen carefully, I will make u rich, ur country rich” Jew said in confident.

“I don’t get it, explain.” Sultan Abdul Hamid II was confused.

“I will give u 35 million worth of gold. I will exploit the newspaper to maintain ur good name when facing the west authority, I will pay all the Turkey Uthmaniyah Government’s debt, I will build a university with a complete modern equipment, I will help to improve ur country economy, improve the transportation here.” Jews answered proudly.

“Why would u want to do that?” asked Sultan Abdul Hamid II.

“For only one small reason” said Jew.

“And the reason is?”

“I want u to give me permission to open a Jew company near the Jerusalem. This company will be responsible to buy a left land around Palestine to make as home and farm to Jewish citizen”

Sultan Abdul Hamid II was surprised. His face turned red. Then he said,

The Light

“Fared, my father’s gone, he passed away yesterday. Pray for the brotherhood in Islam. He need blessing from all. Shall I remind you that take care and be a good son to your parents while they are still there for you, before it’s too late, we don’t know when our time will come”.

I recently received this sms from a good friend of mine. When I read this sms, there were a thousand of things that came and running through my mind. “What’s wrong with your dad?” “How come in sudden?” “Why telling me too late, why not yesterday?” “How about you?” “Are you okay?” “How does you feel?”

I numb for a moment. Thousands of question running in my mind which left me in a state of confusion. I knew his father. He was a good man. A type of person that is easy to get along too, very polite, humble, full of respect to others around him.

are we that great?

Chinese Muslim

"or like utter darkness in the deep sea: there covers it a wave above which is another wave, above which is a cloud, (layers of) utter darkness one above another; when he holds out his hand, he is almost unable to see it; and to whomsoever Allah does not give light, he has no light." (Quran 24:40)

I went to masjid just now, for having my Zohor prayer.
On my way back, I saw a Chinese guy sitting alone not too far from the mosque, looking glum.
I did realized that he was also having zohor prayer with me and other ‘jemaah’ just now which bring me the idea that he’s muslim, converted maybe.

I stared at this guy from distance, I looked above till bottom, he looked like he’s in trouble, so pale, so messy and there were marks of wound on his head and he did wearing bandage on his right hand covering his finger.

Sympathized with his looked and the curiosity in me, I slowly walked on his way, my intention was to approach him, maybe having some conversation with him.

First, when I walked pass him, I glanced and smiled at him, which he noticed and smiled back at me.

Then I gave salam to him, and he did answer me with a warm smiled.
I stopped and went close to him, shook his hand, then asked him, where he from, which bring me the answer that he’s from Bukit Mertajam.

Then after a little chat with him, I tried to bring the conversation to the serious part.

From the conversation, (long story short) I got to know that he’s in crisis.

He actually wanted to ask for donation but didn’t really know how to do it, didn't know who to meet.

I asked him why he needs the donation? I mean of course I would like to know where the money goes if I help him to get the donation.

I also asked him about the wounds at his body.

And here I was surprised by his answer.

He told me that before this he lived with his brother. He had a job. Everything was fine at the first place. But things turn to be ugly one night when he was slashed with 'parang' by his own biological brother.

The ugly occasion took place when his brother secretly caught him red handed praying at his room.
By then, he already told his brother about his interest in Islam, but was objected by his brother.

After he was caught by his brother, he tried to explain to his brother. He told his brother that he already converted into Islam and in the process of learning 'solat'.

The brother was so angry as he hated it so much and they had a fight.
His brother lost control, lost his mind, ran 'amuk', find himself a 'parang' and slashed blindly to his own beloved and only brother.

Suddenly blood splashed to the wall. Everything was too late.

The result of the ‘parang’ slashed cost him three fingers of his right hand and also cut on his head.

He managed to run away from his ‘amuk’ brother and when people nearby saw him running covered in blood,they stopped and took him to the hospital.

At the hospital, after treatment, doctor had asks him to make a report to the police about being attacked, but he refused to do so as there still plenty of love for his older brother who took care of him since they was kid. He won’t trouble his own brother. Let him alone suffered, but not others.

Now, after a couple of days, he didn’t have any ‘ringgit’ left to spend as it was used to pay for his medical bill.
He just slept at masjid by night as his brother didn't bother to find him.

Then he told me that he need money because he wanna buy a bus ticket to Johor, going to his sister house as he told me that his sister also converted into Islam and married to Malay guy. Before this, his brother never allowed him to meet their sister after the sister converted into Muslim ~

(This is a little lot what he expressed to me, some of his story cannot be exposed here as it might be intricate)

Now look deep in ourselves and THINK.

Honestly, I admire this guy. You will do the same if u met him personally. You will understand if u were in my shoes. You facing someone who just lost his 3 fingers, bad wound on his head, and trust me, that is really something.
It’s worth to write about this in my blog. I think a lot about this, the moral value behind this. This Chinese Muslim guy is willing to stand and facing all of the obstacles in order to embrace Islam.

But how about us???

We, who already born in Islam as a Muslim, are so arrogant, not practicing the way of Islam lives, never even appreciate of what our religion are. We are like a bunch of clown who will never be serious in anything. It’s like a curse in the blood of 'Malays born Muslim' people. We never realized. Let us all think about this.~




*note :You might think that this is a scam, he was lied to me, he just made up some kind of sad story to raise people sympathize, to get people’s money, but think back in what I wrote above, I’m the one who went to approach him first,thus it clearly refute the idea of he’s trying to scamming me. Honestly, deep down in my heart, I trust him, I mean we can see the sign if someone lying on us right? I mean it’s not like I never confronted with this situation before where I can easily traced if someone lied to me, and also somehow, we can get to know if someone telling us the truth or not by the sign from his face, his eyes maybe, right? Now I tell you guys I see the truth in him. ~

Back to the basic

A few days ago, I received a sms from a friend informing me that he is so sad thinking of his past.

I replied 'chill', then I said 'back to the basic', which I meant back to the track of our own beloved religion, ISLAM.

Everyone made mistakes in their very own life, that is something we cannot easily run away from, but if we manage to do so, that's very good. But if u can't, let it be, try to accept it, learn from it, don't ever give up on it, as we know 'SMART PEOPLE WON'T DO THE SAME MISTAKE TWICE, OTHERWISE HE'S TRULY DAMN FOOL!' , so let us not repeat the same mistake again.

Many of them decided to feel okay to be sad, because all options have run out. Does it okay to keep ourselves in sadness??? Not for their own comfort.

Why we wanna burden ourselves by keep thinking about our past? Its already PAST! hello! wake up! U should burden yourself thinking about PRESENT, what will coming after this, TOMORROW or NEXT.

This is why I have asked my friend this question, "how many years do we have in our life time?" How many years can we afford to wait for real change to happen? Not that many. I have just shared with a friend that life is like a ticking time bomb. We not know when it will go off.

The only thing we do not have in ample amount is time. Yasmin Ahmad did not expect to leave us so soon. Beng Hock did not expect not to walk out from the MACC building alive. That is why we cannot expect to wait forever for a real change to happen. We have to do by ourselves!

If we want ourselves to improve, we need to become constructive critics of our own selves. We need to demand for the best and responsible for ourselves, and let us get ourselves back to the root, Islam.

NEVER EVER FORGET WHERE ARE WE BELONG TO!

May Allah blessed us~