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.



Tajuk kecil.

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.

The Greatist

I knew I had to post this up. This is just too entertaining and amazing and witty and ingenious. You know, not anyone can come up with something as great as this regardless of him being boastful. Taken from wikiquote, quoted…obviously by the greatest boxer everr.


Last night I had a dream, When I got to Africa,I had one hell of a rumble.
I had to beat Tarzan’s behind first,
For claiming to be King of the Jungle.
For this fight, I’ve wrestled with alligators,
I’ve tussled with a whale.
I done handcuffed lightning
And throw thunder in jail.
You know I’m bad.
just last week, I murdered a rock,
Injured a stone, Hospitalized a brick.
I’m so mean, I make medicine sick.
I’m so fast, man,
I can run through a hurricane and don't get wet.
When George Foreman meets me,
He’ll pay his debt.
I can drown the drink of water, and kill a dead tree.
Wait till you see Muhammad Ali.

Absorbednya

I have been consumed, a little too consumed. It is well worth it though. This will continue at least till next week and then hopefully I won’t be leading this exhausting/ hectic lifestyle. I like being occupied but this time around; it is a little overwhelming. You probably are thinking, ‘what can this self-absorbed ass be so consumed with’? I would say but then I don’t feel like talking about it right now. It’s also good that I still contradict myself.

Ramadhan is beckoning, I have a resolution, I’d like to be more of a muslim than a malay this coming ramadhan. We’ll see how it goes.

One might assume after observing my interest and thirst of knowledge, faith and religion related matters would make me a more pleasant and a sweeter person? I would like to say it does Ha-Ha. In reality I still dislike you and others…wait, Let me rephrase that; in the present I am more self conscious, in a good way—as in I tend to see more of my weaknesses and failures than looking at other people’s. That’s good right?

Apart from that…well I am still refraining and fighting myself from insulting people and insinuating/emitting dislike or other rowdy thoughts. You must be like, ‘Who does he think he is’?

I found a solution though, I stay away from people I dislike and I try not to get to know others. It is when I get to know someone, I start to judge them, disrespect them and insult them inwardly. Don’t worry I do the same with myself. You must still be thinking with more aghast this time, ‘Who does he think he is’?!

I have work to do but I had this urge, this feeling to update my blog. Yeay! To adhering to feelings and emotions. Yes, to me bowing and having feelings and emotions have their way are at times bad…especially if it has to do with misguiding one’s focus and wasting one’s time.

My boss is coming in…and so I will commence with work and pretend to be a diligent worker who loves his routine.

Friction2

These tests,

I detest,

The more I protest,

The more it manifests,

It causes stress,

In a state of distress,

No! This time none will be depressed,

Priority for the self must digress.

Friction1

The child,

He says,

I hate being alone

The man after sometime,

Confides:

I despise being on my own,

He continues,

All that is left are nightmares.

Eating the soul,

Haunting my whole,

So I find refuge,

In escaping my soul,

Try to avoid from my own,

Sometimes its ice cream

Sometimes it’s a good movie

But on my own,

Demons whispers in a delightful tone,

Darkness, guilt,

Distrust and enmity,

Above all,

All are;

Afflictions caused by reflection.