So he said, let it be told this way,
A tale not meant to supercede,
Who cares what they might say,
Would it matter if we go our own way?
Alas!
It does in so many clauses,
A cause that might brings upon many sadness.

Let it be told this way,
This way, it would be a sincere depiction of your stay,
There need not be a need for anyone to pave the way,
For your being is constantly in my wake,
In our wake,
Warmth and comfort resurfaces,
The colorful garden resonates,
Our feelings forever immaculate.

Away, distant, high on a milestone,
Trust, distrust and other misdirection’s;
Timely, A connection was born,
Bearing fruit to a feeling long gone,
One that gave birth to a magnificent bond,
The two sitting close together,
Hand in hand, embracing each other,
Serenely steadfast against endeavors

Sensitive, caring and insightful,
She…my type, my cup of tea, the apple of my eye,
Oh will you stop!?
Bothersome is this mind,
Reminding of cruel consequences,
No need for a taste of reality!
Aghast!
But…
Floating in tranquility,
Calm they remain in companionship,
Devoid of logic and any methods of reckoning…


Temporary as it may be,
Pointless it could be,
Still it touched the very depth of the ocean’s floor,
Protruding lively sparks,
That bore a flame and lit up the deep sea,
With a flare full of delight, it resonates…

  
Illogical, unreasonable,
This is a tale not fit for this world,
A story transpired in a universe…
Where two beings were oblivious of the world,
So days, weeks, months dispersed over the years,
Still the flame breathes and continue to subsists,
At the bottom of the sea where no man exists.




The days, daze & maze

Worry—eat curry, scurry…no, not in a hurry! Soon all those memories, pointless to bury, infatuated with happiness yet best friends with misery and his friend named dreary, just like dairy, a defense mechanism actually, one that has now failed and taken over, no longer steady, the boat shaky, the defense flaky. The path is slippery, one slip and there goes his soul in entirety. What is the future, what is the world, when hauntingly it appears as if scums, idiots are in control of the world and it appears as though animals in human forms are in control of the lives of yours and mine…or at least, the lives we believe to be mine and yours?

How untrustworthy, ‘the next day will come by shining’, they say with a smile and a frown, yet they know not what tomorrow has been planned for thee, verily they too are plotters, yet re-assuredly he said, ‘there is no re-assurance’. Maybe I should get some insurance? Now, now I can anticipate negligence and get through accidents with assurance. Such is the world, pleasant not for the peasants...who can’t afford even insurance, only faith in the omnipotent.

Gloat arrogantly, why not? I only have a goatee, so I’ll remain timid with whatever self-worthy left instilled in me, murky—under waters where is this thing called self worth? Who decides on worth or self-worthiness? The pigs or the ones governing them? Self praise, now that’s something I am acquainted with, when there is no praise, the self tries to accept itself and creates empathy, empty empathies, a day dreamer, hallucinating made-up fantasies, picturing praises from those deluded wide in numbers. Hedonists, hard workers, hard to party…doctors’ who are heart-dead, reviving hearts, beating once again, a piece of meat, no light, none of the sort…only the rulers of the world, the hearts are dead, priorities widespread, a calamity, that’s what it is, beating hearts devoid of a light that transcends; one that brings about not benevolence…what upraising? Shrouded are the hearts with shreds of greed and dark entities.

Tied to a pole, hung to a trunk, stretched out entirely, they look at him appraisingly, what do they know? Nothing, not even aware of the fact that they’re only in abundance with deficiencies. His eyes sunken, he smelled of a skunk to the people whose hearts are hard like dry dungs...He smiled to a girl passing by, what boldness! He is stilled with desire, a man without self-worthy yet cursed as a man who awakens upon sensing a scent from the heavens, his sunken eyes emitted with life. The girl then looked at him she smiled back, his heart immediately enveloped by warmth, comfort and nice. He was about to open his mouth, she stopped him with her hand, she picked up a stone and threw it to his groin. She stood closer now, observing the man in pain and then she smiled again, the man deluded by her scent, felt obliged to please her, so he tried his best to make a smile. Such is the man, gentle and kind and obviously blind with no mind.

Tomorrow! Nay the near future, the far future, a child then a teen, insufficiency in entirety; grateful not from what you can see and now an adult who is trapped in adolescency, what is puberty? In my search for answers, meanings, wisdom amidst deficiencies, now I am facing my demise? Fret not for the path hath been found, now-now not a man who is re-born, but more like a blind man without his stick, trying to surpass the world and its murky grounds, guarded by hounds and heavy thorns.

Paradox

Shouts and shrieks,

The eyes opens with dread,

Stressed and afraid,

Solemn widespread,

Alone I dread,

Fellow minds are not great,

Too simple to akin as comrade,

It’s just difficult to associate,

Isolated I dread,

Though the people widespread,

All I see are inbreds.


Humiliated and disgraced,

Humility ingrained,

I open my arms to comrades,

They regard me not as compatriot,

They gaze and discriminate.

Though they in the slums,

They smile and acknowledge,

The sun shines equally unto everyone,

The rain drops blesses everyone,

But the people;

They see differences,

As to deviate,

So to disparate.


Mankind sullen,

Man, I am solemned,

Like a dry flower I am withering,

Watching life pass by,

Paving the path to indifference,

A scavenger who hath lost appetite,

The sun has lost its bright,

The moon has lost its pride,

The stars no longer take strides,

Save, save for the faith that lies in his chest,

Instilling Prevalence to the one who is dead.

Anaxagoras

Anaxagoras was considered the first Athenian philosopher. He believed that grain composed of flesh, bone, hair etc. He was interested in how food can turn into flesh and bone.

Has anyone of you ever thought of that? I mean the idea of food being food; not only keeps you alive but enhances your growth both physically and mentally. If u have, I am humbled, If you haven’t then I am indifferent. Again sorry about the repetitiveness but due to my shock/awe have u wondered how a baby gradually develops and grow both mentally and physically with the existence of food introduced to the body? It’s just so natural, so fundamental that we ceased to give it any thought and take it for granted..

I am not even at the stage of thinking of it from a scientific perspective. I am just very concerned with the thought of how could he have thought of it and why after soo long and not even through my own perception/ knowledge did I even had the faintest notion of such a thought. I had to be introduced to something as obvious through a book. When all the while I led a 'normal life' and a little bit of exaggeration why not, nonchalantly in ignorance.

Now if we look at it from a scientific point of view, we know that it wasn’t the food per say but the nutrients in the food that causes a child to grow out limbs, bones and hair? What are these nutrients? But do they consist of flesh, bone, muscles and hair?

The first time I read it, I read it with awe and a certain amount of delight for being exposed to this thought. However disappointment followed through almost immediately. How could I not even had the slightest thought; the faintest of idea to think of something as obvious and simple by myself? I asked. Here is a man from the Pre-Socratic period albeit a great one who came up with this thought. Again, what am I spewing about? Pretending as if the time we live in produces great minds or even giving myself the impression that I am capable of such thinking.

A long time back I came to terms that no matter what I think, thought of, did or do; someone else have done or thought of what I think of or think of doing. Nothing that comes from me regardless of its source can ever be original or the primary. Though bothered a little at first with the thought I figured instead of troubling my mind over such matters that would not only lead to conundrums of the heart and failure; it’ll only be natural for me to accept the reality.

Though, however, here is a thought that came devoid of outside sources… that would not be entirely true seeing that we are always affected and influenced by everything(I meant I didn’t hear or read this from anywhere). I was thinking and was occupied by the idea of how can a man be happy when there is single person out there suffering? What kind of happiness allows one to feel happy while someone else is clouded/shrouded with misery? It’s just a thought to contemplate on.

Though if u take a glance at the world and its people (My theory, well I am sure this isn’t even my theory, someone else must’ve thought of it, I just happen to think of it now.) one would definitely say that it is a failed theory. I on the other hand would uphold the belief that a man can reach contentment or attainment of many attributes, attributed to superficiality but still fail to reach happiness when unhappiness affects another.

Therefore all of these circus shows, the antics, the antiquities, the performances, these acts are lies and conjectures…

I would, well I would like to say I’d like to continue…nah I’ll end this one here—embark on a journey of humility and come to the acceptance that the drawback and limitation of man and his kind sees no boundaries; Speaking of which who knows how many other obvious knowledge that we are still in the dark about? I need painkillers. *joke*

Fall

The truth is,

The cities must fall,

The tyrants and titles must fall,

Like rain falling down from the sky,

You too shall fall,

Mitigated!

The people are agitated,

Why, of course you too are irritated,

Soon you shall fall,

Curses upon curses befalls,

The heavens and earth calls out for your fall,

No need to gawk,

It is time to fall,

Like a heavy waterfall,

Your kind will fall,

Regardless of when,

Summer, winter, spring or fall,

You will fall,

No matter how tall,

You must fall!

And when you fall,

There will be a ball,

One that brings about justice,

One that silences uproar,

You may hide behind walls

The walls too will fall,

Upon you is a call,

One that commands you to fall,

You shall fall you shall fall,

Your brethrens will fall,

If you are reading this,

Then know that you will fall,

And if that too fails,

Then upon death is your fall.











Avon

Oh what a wonderful day,

Everyone smiling…yes wondrously!

Sincerely alive, ah so lovely...

A breathtaking sight,

Oh fascinating projectionaries,

Is this bliss or sanctuary?!

For centuries I dreamt of this reality,

The air is filled with good thoughts and pleasantries,

The people no longer ill in their hearts,

The people with love instilled in their hearts,

There were no more distraught,

Nay! No more despots!

Tears stroll down of happiness,

Bright and colorful,

The world’s inhabitants are no longer fools,

Ah, I breathe out a sigh of relief,

Astonishing creations all around me,

Comforted by the grass surrounding me,

Looking at the sky above me,

Hanging without being held,

So am I, happy without being told,

Gold and silver no longer sold,

All are alive are the souls,

.

.

.

I shall stop now,

No need for negativity.

Frenzies

This message below was originally meant to be sent to my high school friends. It was meant to boost/spark interests/ create involvement in coming up with some sort of getting-togetherness punya event. However seeing that I managed to dramatize, get off topic and exaggerate a little too much, even to my liking. It doesn’t seem nearly as appropriate nor suited to be addressed to specific people. It also got somewhat personal and bromanticized in such a manner that might conjure up uneasiness and suspicions haha.

Greetings victims of the system! :D

I woke up today whereby I dreamt of my younger days, you know back when I was still in school. As I was dreaming….I realized that my somewhat aged brain could not extract (think winzip) those memories. After all these years, I am starting to question if I really did attended school? All that I am able to conjure up were just a few depictions of faint images that would not last more than a few seconds. However if you’re a person who believes in not dwelling into the past then I assume you are not at lost here.

Now that we are reaching 30 (I hate saying…I even hate thinking about it) I realized, in our zest/frenzy in wanting to lead a normal/successful life according to our ‘bimbo-like’ society’s expectation; we have forgotten, (well in this context) the early years of our life where we had to go to the same place, meet the same people, probably do the same things, worry about girls etc. Okay, this isn’t the affect I wanted to ‘re-kindle’. This just reminds me of work, where I am at currently, disgruntled but at the same time grateful for not being homeless and spat at. Also do appreciate on the fact that I probably have to add an extra hour at w_r_ as to exchange for the amount of time I spent writing about things of the past I can faintly recall.

Hmm..I’ll try again, pay attention class! Remember when we all had to go to the same place, meet the same people, probably do the same things and even have the same fantasy with different individuals; Minus the obligations, stress, stressors and the multitudes of never ending negativity (okay, maybe I am just speaking for myself). Of course school wasn’t ‘all that’ nor close to perfect, especially if you had a ruptured childhood. Okay, I keep on forgetting that this is not about me! :D. Sticking to the topic like glue, though we were a lot more dumber and simple minded, the air, the young innocent fresh faces, the uniform, the batch, the bloody blue thing u had to stick on your collar, the teachers (though some not very exemplary. Yes, I have issues)

I guess I am trying to say that these things are (fortunately maybe even unfortunately) are the things that made us who we are today. School was probably where our minds were molded, shaped and produced like when a car comes out from a factory to serve its owner. That’s probably not a very good example…for you might have already noticed how I am insinuating and pointing out where we are similar to animals or God forbid maybe akin to inanimate objects, which is wrong but you can probably see the similitude perhaps?

On another note, one may choose to completely let go/forgo their high school memories and experience he/she went through; I certainly won’t mind forgetting some stuff. ß (pointless paragraph.)

Finally, I come to this, the once sloppy kids I met at school, most of them I have no idea how we met. Okay, I shouldn’t have said finally, here I am getting off topic again; making friends in high school were easy you just go up to them not having to worry about anything. I don’t know if it is the same with other people or with kids today. Making friends were not a problem to me. Though being dumb I picked fights instead and lost the opportunity to get to know some interesting people (girls).

Finally, finally till today most of my closest friends are friends I went to school with, though one always faces the risk of losing a friend, true friends are always able to find each other and maintain that bond. Despite the modern world having the tendency to turn humans into inanimate objects one always feels human and alive being with friends who knew them all their lives.

The best thing about having people who understands you is even when you behave like a complete moron and time and time again spout out really stupid stuff, they simply tolerate your nonsense and brush it off. If you couldn’t relate to what I wrote then maybe I am just lucky. I have many friends but only one or two that will stand by me even if I were penniless, jobless among other things. For that I am grateful and I hope the light of true friendship will constantly shine till the end of time and beyond.

Enclosing, I end with a proverb by Saidina Ali: 'A friend cannot be considered a friend until he is tested in 3 occasions: in time of need, behind your back and after your death.'



Tomorrow

He walked through the battlefield with his eyes daunted; it appeared haunted, staled with incessant taunting, badly hurt, it made him walk slanted. His eye bags were black and ringed with pouches. He whispered his thought, ‘It’s a curse, it has to be a curse, despair supersedes, reigning over every thoughts and memories.’ He worries over his well being while there are few who are selfless beings, However the masses, the people with their theories, magnificence in debauchery, self importance that knew no boundaries.

Tomorrow—you’re expected not, you bring about not daisies but filth filled with dreary and paranoia that accompanies him daily, turns one into cowardice. Ye men full with mighty prowesses like a Pegasus; they cause chaos, resulting into transgression and decades of oppression. Their eyes glimmers at the sight of gold and silver but sooner or later all would be endeavored, when the throne hath called unto your terrors. Time has kept you in power. Time! Perhaps it’s time to let the masses discover what it feels to have their fates turn over; resulting into men once again humble in fear.

Eyes opened wide when all else embraced and firmly closed—indulging in peace, rest and sweet dreams. Thoughts then stir, tomorrow you beckon fear. Pointless but he lies awake to make the night last longer. Shallow indeed, the rebel keeps his rest away from him; tomorrow both mind and body will experience the consequences till regrets comes overwhelming. Weak and lost, the vagabond continues with his sleep deprived activities.

Tomorrow you cannot be tricked; he hopes and wishes for the night to last longer than a week and for the weekends to last longer than they did. In a haste they heaved, ‘Oh pathetic!’ even his own voices enjoined in cursing his longing.

Tonight, there is still peace, alone and at ease, loved ones deep in sleep recuperating from their worldly deeds.

Laid in comfort and having pleasantly dreams; whilst everyone sleeps, the peasant weeps, ‘Oh moon! Prolong—make us forget our agonies and misdeeds. Instead almost distastefully even in our sleep you portray nightmares and depict a life similar to this.’

For during night, man hides away from all kinds of illness, worries and miseries that the day depicts. Whilst the sun rises, despite sunshine, all that transcends is a sordid darkness commanding for men to conform and enslave their lives-akin to servants who knew not the meaning of freedom. The system created to build humans to ensure they remain subservient to the plotters, the ‘esteemed’ puppeteers.

Tomorrow, it’s not even you really, how can a man stop you from approaching? The real problem lies within the air we breathe, the environment one was raised in, the society which was formed to appease the materialist and the self-worshipping elitist. Now everyman is almost as soulless as the vehicle he’s in.

In his wake he fantasizes to witness the destruction of the despots and their plots, you destroy these bigots together with their greedy misleading thoughts. What can a puppet that has no power over the world’s despots do but indulge and get engrossed in his thoughts on defeating the kings who created lives filled with distraught.

Seconds away from drifting off, he wishes, ‘I wish not to feel nor to think but of peace so when I wake up with ease I wish I could say, I would then spread peace but what is this peace and ease that not even asleep I knew exist?’

The other voice then said, ‘the way to quick peace is to stop being narcissistic, you really should get some sleep. Tomorrow as usual, you take a leap.’ It then said after a pause, ‘ye man, you cannot make me weep. I am seasoned from defeat, in knee deep with bitter animosity that will even mislead your shallow heartbeats.’

The other one said, ‘Thank God for I still breathe and for as long as I live, I shall continue to path a straight trajectory and remain calm with humility for who knows when I’d cease to breathe; dead in remorse and forever weep.’

He woke up from his nightmare, stood up, got ready and walked into another.

Man

Lo! The so called protagonist, yearning heroic fantasies, the imbecile dreams to please and seize the hearts of the very people who disparate against him; fortunately he found a little sense before he was self deceived, past and the future in a land filled with embellished thorns, the mindless protagonist hopeful in his endeavors. He yearns to finds peace instead of having to please and appease the diseased, the soon to be deceased.

Every day he is numbed, being dumb, he repeats the same mistakes and goes glum, still he benumbs, with no intention to succumb, determined to rise against the mountain’s crumbs.

His eyes filled with worry, anticipating the night’s miseries, they are no mysteries they befall him and surround him with fear and ill stories, and he fails, the grown up wails, to no avail, his efforts gone stale, a mediocre tale, yet the stupid prevails.

Hailed by the derailed, the people have lost their trail, to them you are failed; indifference and intolerance gave birth to a subconscious competition to see who will prevail.

Importance in intelligence, intelligence in arrogance, a waste of a person, no more than a delinquent, he stands proud in acting diligent, an arrogant moron, the scum will soon learn knowledge alone is no wisdom.

Weakness in too many places, he studies the many faces, went through the many phases, yet still there are so many phrases, now for the appraisals, he realizes he is but weak and powerless, insecure and constantly fearing disasters. He wails again, observing old people ripe with age, still filled with rage to assert importance and gain honorary traits—lack of faith is never a good trait.

His whole being aches, his pride’s at stake, what about respect, titles, power and fame? It’s time to decide…He then decides what good it is to live up to kings and human beings? When the whole world is not even comparable to a mosquito’s wing? He turns his back from the fantasy world. Equipped himself with mediocrity and immersed himself in reality.

Hey imbecile! So has the world changed? Murkier it has gotten; my hair has now fallen, my tooth are rotten, I dislike this English I have written, a man made rule of taking strides, of deciding what is right and wrong through the idiocy of people's capacity and tolerance evaluating and marking and determining other people's intelligence. I wish to have swallowed my frustrations and conveyed my worries good riddance.

What good is pride, when you’re a creature called man, what good is arrogance when it creates vengeance, what good is a man, when he forgets his reason, what good is man when he denies his origin. What good is a man, when he forsakes the air he breathe in?

ehem



Ehem...I always wanted to start off like this. Ehem..so Ramadhan was awesome to say the least. I actually have written/ in the completion of several entries. Here's the thing, it seems like the only stuff I can really enjoy writing or could write about are...gloomy stuff. Hence I wasted ample time on contemplating on more or less nothing, which led to no postings. Well I care if i neglect my blog for too long. Maybe because it has become a routine or should I say I care because I am self-absorbed and it has become a routine? What do you care?

Okay, I don't know what else to write about. Besides I write more freely and strong spiritedly when I am not at home. At home, writing this appears as if I am wasting my time. Damn my thoughts...and I shouldn't be writing down everything I think about. As they say, you never know who's reading your blog. You certainly don't want people you don't want to read your blog, to read your blog.


Oh and I'll end this with a couple of raya pics. Selamat Hari Raya people. Now stay healthy.

p.s. A reminder to myself, as to motivate meself; don't waste your thoughts, energy and time on what others could do to you or what they might think of you. People are people...don't cling on to people. Life gets better when you stop worrying about what people can do to you. Of course it's not easy but once you can think that way, you have elevated yourself and have freed yourself from unnecessary trouble. Haih, patience and perseverance.




I call the first pic Harry Proper, because i am always appropriate hahaha


The cool samurai look, no?




The Gardener...konon


Let's try something different; seeing that it is still Ramadhan I am going to replace my unhealthy expressions with some pictures from around me house. Okay, surprisingly I have nothing else to say, do enjoy the pics, selamat berpuasa and may peace be with you..








Pomegranates...well in the making..


Betik


Misai Kucing and a kucing haha



Mango! In the making too..


This one looks like a face?




Spot the belalang







Basil
Red hot dead chillies


Limau purut, masih needs growing..


Peria


Spinach...es


Pokok Kacang Botol & Peria


Yam



Afool

Drum rolls,

Stomach growls,

The mouth crows,

Their eyes scowl,

The owl prowls,

The tiger growls,

The idiot gloats,

The goats in coats


The blood clots,

Populace revolt,

They stand against the stout,

Making their parents proud,

Who but the leaders are corrupt?

They send out their boy scouts,

The men then brawl,

Reduced into a sprawl,

But I just got out of parole,

A mere troll,

Going on a stroll


He fails the world,

Whose soul is hurt?

Condemned,

Left to bruise,

Now my dear..

Thrown into the gutter,

Induced to horror,

Lost in his endeavor,

He starts a new adventure,

With no successor


The world made him surer,

Of the earth,

Its inhabitants as oppressors,

They smile,

But inside they’re occupiers,

Akin to golfers,

Their hearts gone forever,

These evil moderators


Despots and conquerors,

Subtle operators,

So-called, best of plotters,

Awaiting you conquerors,

A universe of dire,

Lengthened in years,

Hope and prayers,

Of the poor and meager


A day will come,

When you’ll..

Reign in fear,

Reduced into tears

Unfortunate is this,

This is but,

Unrealistic statistics,

A wishful visionary,

Of a fool, a dreamer

Music...

It has been more than a few months since I started with this piece. It appeared more burdensome than I anticipated; my senses were contradicting among themselves and it gave way to a lengthy procrastination period. Fortunately it didn’t end up being abandoned.

I couldn’t just let it go unfinished especially when I have told many that I would come up with a thorough study on the topic.

Having said that I would like to apologize in advance…due to the difficult predicament that my senses went through; I would say my work here has not only lost its focus but has ventured into various other subjects that was most probably led by the churning emotions/mood at the time. I would also like to say that after observing my end result, I would say that the outcome of my study wasn’t as thorough as I imagined when I spoke of it.

To be more honest, the self was too caught up in an ocean of uneasiness, self-reflection and to put into lesser words, self-absorbedness.

My teacher had lent me a book entitled; ‘Slippery Stone’ written by Khalid Baig (the book is highly recommend for people who would like to learn/know more about the Islamic perspective on this particular issue). I however, in my haste and hurried excitement proceeded to spontaneously mutter some words I wish I didn’t have; my loud mouth had pronounced that it would go about and write a piece regarding the topic in its own perspective, outlook and words. Therefore do pay heed; whatever produced by me should not be swallowed without proper scrutinizing.

Back to the book, this well researched book specifically speaks about the prohibition of music in Islam. Throughout the book, the author quotes the Holy Quran, the Hadiths of the Prophet, the sahabahs, the Ulamas and scholars. In a nutshell it is a book written to tell Muslims around the world that listening to music leads to prohibition/ haram.

I here am only speculating; that by now, your head is already forming/conjuring up opinions, or even statements that are most likely in disagreement. I hope the reader would be cool headed and not make his/her personal regard or opinion too hastily; seeing that I too am lacking in that department either that or in faith, sadly.

More importantly, I would also like to make it clear that if there were one person I wish to convince and instill understanding on this work of mine, it would be me. As for it being posted here it would merely be in the interest of sharing.

Moving on to… more about myself and the struggle that originated in my mind—Though unnecessary I would like to lengthen my writing by explaining the trouble I faced in completing this writing; firstly, though devoid of clarification, I am no authoritarian. Though since this is supposed to act as a reminder to myself, I thought, it was still ok. Secondly I still listen to music, though I continue to persist from listening to songs, I do fail. Lastly, I am afraid what I write might cause more bad than good. Again, I can be sure that I was and still am wasting precious time in being too self centered. Tonight I continue albeit carrying a hefty weight of imaginary responsibility and questionable thoughts protruding even to the very edge of my fingers.


“The reality! What is the reality and what will make you know what the reality is!?”

Surah al-Haqqah

Here goes:

I began by asking random people what they thought and what they thought…led to me pondering about something else. What they thought were filled with the emphasization of the letter, “I”. Every single word uttered reflected to the constant empowerment to this, “I”. The respect and the multitude of highest regard they presented themselves made me look at myself and think, ‘I might not be different from them.’ They do not even adhere to anyone, well unless others are in agreement with them. The only thoughts and opinions that matters is the letter, “I” because this “I” apparently knows best.

A man who I sat with in a gathering said:

‘This is what we see, so corrupted a nation, in a wrecked age where humanity flourishes in atrocities, the doing of good and the stringent instructions of obeying and abiding to religion are now seen as wrong, not just wrong but vehemently incorrect! Mainly because it is perceived by the west as going against the norm and if you’re not like them, then you’re seen as a transgressor or even labeled as a terrorist. So the obedient masses who adorn themselves with ignorance, meekly follow the masses and obey what is not supposed to be adhered—rather than following what they were initially ordained to. We are talking about fellow Muslims here, judging other Muslims.’

On another note…

The individuals, how they go on with their speeches and quotes; using religion when it is convenient, quoting when it is justifies their feelings and actions. All quiet they remain when self-reflection comes in to place (if it ever does). Apparently in today’s world one ceases to look at one’s own sinning, he prefers to look at the wrong doing of others; obviously it is more convenient and easier to notice and point out. Of course it would be strange if I didn’t include myself in that circle. What are we if not hypocrites?

On a different note,

Here are some thoughts/ideas, back when Islam was reigning in the heart of the Muslims, any act of inviting sin or distraction were considered wrong ergo abstained from. A distraction that might lead to the astray of the soul was not permitted to come close. This before sentence also implies that Islam was instilled in their very being and thought and conduct of the ummah. Neither distractions nor doubtful things were entertained. That was the level of the Muslims during those days. Muslims who understood what submission of the will meant.

In today’s world, what is music compared to cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, promiscuity, bribes, riba.. etc? In comparison, music seems like a tiny speckle of dirt on a white shirt covered by mud. What was banished before is now considered almost harmless and relevant.

The people today are unfortunately blessed with the thinking of the west. Everyone likens success to what success is to the west. Although when observed, these people who has reached and grasped ‘success’ never appear happy or at ease; But of course you would construe me wrong, possibly because I do not agree with the perception of what success means akin to the west.

People today mistake academic qualification to intelligence. Think about it, why do individuals pursue higher education? One, they’re under the impression that once he possesses certain certificates, he would obtain his dream job but more importantly accumulate money that would finance houses, cars, and other luxury items. These means of security will then bring about dreams. How is that not great, you ask? I do agree it does sound great.

Secondly, one is recognized and respected by individuals and the air he breathes and the trees he walks by and the skies above and the land beneath. That’s how he sees it. That is how the society perceives it. That is how shallow the community is. This then gives the individual a boost in confidence and a delusional acceptance of the self that he has made it in life.

This has a reminded me of a saying, "I realized a long time ago that dreams have power only on your own mind; but with money you can have power over the minds of others". This is a sad fact in present world we live in.

Where did we go wrong, you ask? Starting from our primary intentions, goals and objectives, that’s where we went wrong. Who are we worshipping and pleasing, Apart from ourselves? We live in an age where people idolate themselves, amidst people who make gods of themselves.

Having said that, these successful characters are in abundance where I live, they are the type who demand respect from others, these are the kings and queens of the material world who gets easily annoyed and takes others as hindrance. For they’re smart and well equipped with self-ordained wisdom. They march with their nose pointing towards the skies; constantly wanting, competing and judging…with a price happiness is bought and purchased and paid for—albeit they never seem to last long. Hence they keep earning and financing for the next object that might deliver happiness.

The Muslims today are no different to non-Muslims.

We were all spoon-fed with this depiction of success and happiness through the storybooks read to us while we were still young. One that has proven to have a very strong impact and has somewhat programmed the mind. Everybody wants to be kings and queens; everyone shudders at the thought of being a lowly peasant. At a very gullible age every child is thought how to stereotype and judge people. An image of what is respected and successful then becomes enjoined and built within the mind. It also brings about an attempt to make realize ‘Ever after happiness’ in this temporary world.

This brainwashing program continues as one grows up watching the shows/ series and movies played on the television—Constantly sending indirect messages to the subconscious on changing, molding and cultivating the masses train of thought.



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The worst kind of people are the people who without any consideration nor prove except for their vastness in arrogance and ignorance who not only conveniently disagree and refutes the ulamas. They too are equipped with the despicable ability to mock the scholars who spent their lifetime learning and teaching.

Another person at a different gathering I was in, said:

After giving some thought. Almost all Muslims living in here have never reached a state of total remembrance nor obedience and are constantly in a state of deceit and distraction.’

He continued:

‘Today when a muslim who follows or wishes to follow the footsteps or the sunnah of the prophet is considered, ‘sesat’ or more conveniently labeled as an extremist. A muslim who follows the Shariah and commandments are looked on as Islamic fundamentalist/ islamist, terrorist. These are labels mostly used by the media and the people of the west. Funnily enough, the Muslims here swallow it up and join them in their beliefs and judge fellow Muslims.’

What is Islam? Islam = submission to Allah

Submit to Allah even if it’s against your own will/desire. You give up what you want/desire for the sake of Allah S.W.T.

Today we want to follow religion according to our understanding and convenience and to our spare time.

We do no custom Islam to serve. We change ourselves/ characters to fit Islam. This is Islam, submission of will.

This is however our test, the world in itself is a test and we are all busy with our own version and weight of trials.

“A muslim’s moral compass does not swerve with the flurry of each new trend. He is resolute: his action determined by what is right and wrong, not what makes it easier to get along. He lures in a different world, seeking the pleasure and fearing the wrath of the creator, not the creations.”

Here are a few selected opinions by some academically intelligent people whom I’ve known on the matter. The normal man at least everyone I asked believes that music is or should be permitted

Ashraf: God is not autocratic he gives choices.

Julin: I agree that when I am in clubs songs makes me want to drink and dance. Still I don’t think it’s solely the fault of music.

Lahb: If you’re saying the sahabas do not permit music, then I disagree with them.

Halm: After hearing what you said…in that case, if music and art is so pervasive why aren’t there any ayat mentioning them in the holy book?

Nur only said two powerful words when asked about the prohibition on music: ‘Old fashioned’.

Jun: Music is good; it’s better than doing drugs. People today drink, smoke, and dance and do other bad things. What is music compared to them?

Fird said: You should look into Historical facts and you’re quoting weak hadiths. Music is permitted. To say and consider that the guitar an instrument would make people forget God. And to simply say it’s forbidden on that criterion in itself is absurd. People can forget God by many things. I don’t see why or how listening to music is haram, it’s basically listening to people talking.

Below are excerpts taken from various places and from various scholars. There are also Quranic verses and hadiths. I hope it would be beneficial and informative to the reader.

“Menurut Prof Lamya’ alfaruqui hukum hudud Islam jika seseorang didapati mencuri alat muzik ini berbedza-bedza mengikut madzhab. Misalnya menurut Syaikh Ibn Abu Zaid al Qairawan, Bakhurah alSa’ad menjelaskan pencuri alat muzik tidak boleh dipotong tangannya. Imam Syafi’iy dalam al Umm menjelaskan seseorang yang didapati bersalah memecahkan peralatan muzik tidak boleh dihukum. Manakala menurut sebahagian ulamak sesiapa yang memecahkan seruling atau sebarang alat muzik, ia layak dkenakan hukuman kerana menjual peralatan muzik itu sah di sisi undang-undang Islam.
Kesimpulan dan tarjih:

1. Menurut Fatwa Syaltut, muzik adalah harus selagi bukan untuk tujuan melalaikan dan maksiat

2. Hukum muzik, pemuzik dan peralatan muzik akan sentiasa berubah mengikut keadaan umat dan ulamak semasa.”


There is also the response of Ibn al-Jazwi who is amazed by the power of music in making task lighter.

Though on another note Ibn al- Jazwi says, ‘you should know listening to songs entails two things. First distracts the heart from pondering the greatness of Allah, second it inclines the heart for seeking quick pleasure.’

On poetry according to Al-Mawardi

It is desirable if it admonishes against indulgence in this world or attracts one to the hereafter or encourages noble qualities; it is permissible if it is free from any indecensies and lies; it is forbidden when it’s tainted with lies or indecencies.

Qasm ibn Ahman who was one of the seven jurist of Madinah, when asked about ghina, he answered, “I disapprove of it.” “Is it prohibited?” the person insisted. He replied, “When Allah separates truth from falsehood, where do you think he will place ghina?”

The great Umar Ibn Abd al-Aziz known as the second Umar also earned the title as the fifth rightly guided khalifah of Islam in a letter to his son’s teacher wrote:

‘The first thing that your instructions should instill in their hearts is the hatred of musical instruments; the beginning is from shaytan and their end is the anger of Al-Rahman. For it has come to me from reliable scholars that attending to instruments and listening to songs and fondness for them breed hypocrisy in the heart like water grows grass.’

A prolific hadith:

Halal is clear and haram is clear and in between them are doubtful things. Most of the people have no knowledge about them. So whoever saves himself from these suspicious things saves his religion and his honor. And whoever indulges in these suspicious things is like a Shepard who grazes his animals near the private pasture of someone else: at any moment he is liable to step in it. Beware! Every king has a private pasture and the private pasture of Allah on earth is the things he has declared forbidden.

Shaykh Ali-al Tantawi (1420 / 1999) said:

There is no doubt in (their present) form these (music and singing) are mostly prohibited because they accompany prohibited things lead to other prohibited things, distract from obligating and waste money.

Abdullah ibn Mubarak (d 181/797) a revered scholar. Before he was known for his obedience to Allah was nothing but a spoiled character. But one day he heard a voice reciting the holy Quran:

Has the time not come for those who have believed that their hearts should become humbly submissive at the remembrance of Allah and what has come down of the truth? And let them not be like those who were given the Scripture before, and a long period passed over them, so their hearts hardened; and many of them are defiantly disobedient

Al- Hadid 57:16

The verses had such an impact on him that he cried out, ‘Yes my lord, it is time.’ He broke his ud (instrument) and started a new journey of faith, one that manifested him as one of the most respected name in Islamic history.

Is it time for us?

A Fatwa by Mufti Taqi Usmani on the conditions of listening to songs:

- The content being sung consist of wholesome and virtuous subject matter and is free of apostasy, polytheism and incitement to sin.

- No musical instruments or prohibited musical tunes are used. The singer does not follow the rule of music. He only provides the simple recital with a good voice

- In gatherings there are no mixing of men and women.

- The purpose is not mere entertainment and killing time.

- It does not lead to distractions from discharge of ones religious obligation.

“Say, He is the one who has originated you, and made for you ears, eyes and hearts. How little do you pay gratitude?

Al Mulk 67: 23)

The founder of the suhrawardiyyah order of shyaikh Shihab al-Din al-Suhrawardi (d.632/1234) declared it a gateway for seduction:

“We have already discussed the case where sama is permissible and appropriate for the truth seekers. However it has become a gateway of seduction (fitnah) and has lost its safe guards. People who spiritual deeds have diminished and states have corrupted and turned to it and compose majority of the sama gathering…this way time is wasted, interest in worship decreases and in such gathering increases where one seeks the fulfillment of lust and desire for entertainment. It is no secret that such gatherings are inadmissible according to true Sufis.”

Know that the life of this world is only play and amusement, pomp and mutual boasting among you, and rivalry in respect of wealth and children, as the likeness of vegetation after rain, thereof the growth is pleasing to the tiller; afterwards it dries up and you see it turning yellow; then it becomes straw. But in the Hereafter (there is) a severe torment (for the disbelievers, evil-doers), and (there is) Forgiveness from Allah and (His) Good Pleasure (for the believers, good-doers), whereas the life of this world is only a deceiving enjoyment.

Al- Hadid 57:20

We have reached the last paragraph of my work, I hope the examples, and quotes given above were helpful. I also hope that in the future I would have better understanding and self-control. Lastly, have you ever stood on a slippery stone? If you have then you would know what the term implies. May you and I be rightly guided in the path of truth and righteousness.