Wednesday, September 26

Tarbiah by the waterfall

بسم الله‎
لسَّلاَمُ عَلَيْكُمْ وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكَاتُهُ

“Oh Allah, grant me something out of this. Something that would benefit me or something that I never realised before, Amin”                            
                                                              
 McKenzie Falls
McKenzie Waterfalls was just a half an hour drive up the hill all the way through the winding roads from our camping site. The waterfall was right in the midst of nature, surrounded by wild trees and gigantic mountains of rocks, creating an impressive view from above. Stripe of rainbow emerged as evening sunlight penetrated the water droplets falling from the massive rocks. The hard sound of water falling from an altitude onto the hard slippery rocks could be heard from a distance. 

There were 19 of us, sitting on piles of rocks, next on the right of the waterfalls but closed enough to hear each other’s voice out of the deafening sound of falling water. I could feel chilling droplets on my face as I sat facing the clear flowing water.

A guy stood and began talking. “Can you guys see the distance rocky hills?” we nodded to the finger pointed directly to a huge hill in front of our eyes. He recited, “If We had sent down this Qur'an upon a mountain, you would have seen it humbled and coming apart from fear of Allah” Al-Hashr: 21. “Even these solid and giant rocks would crumble into pieces if the burden of Quran was given to it. Yet, we human always make light of it and never realised this facts”

“There are lots of stuffs around us yet we never realised on how significant they are” another guy started to talk. “When we are in place like this, we used rocks to sit, woods to make fire and even trees to make shelter and protection. So do us. Everyone has their own unique role and talent to be discovered. We are like these stones and woods. We would never understand our parts if we didn’t seek deep enough.” He ended his brilliant lecture.

“Even the smallest thing here is taken care by Allah, so we need to reflect and think before doing something. Verily, He sees us all the time” another guy added 


Twelve Apostles
I had been looking at the waterfalls for sometimes and thoughts began to circle in my head. I stood. “Do you guys know why people are coming here?” I asked but not really expecting any answer from anyone. “It is because of the waterfall” Some nodded as if they just knew the answer. “If there are only trees or only rocks, rarely people will come to such places. If we look at the waterfalls, the rocks and water complemented each other to create such beautiful scenery. So do us. We need ukhwah in life. Friends would that  remind us of Him.” I paused for a moment. 

“Faith is like this flowing water. It floods when the rain comes and begins to fade as time passes. Faith acts the same way. It peaks when we attend an Islamic program or lectures and began to drop as time passes. In math, it is a Sin X’s graph. We need friends to remind us when we are at the bottom, nearly touching the X’s axis.” My friend did highlight this point before.

I remembered what my friend said this morning. “Surely will enter Jannah those who made an ukhwah purely of Allah and not bind by business or wealth”

He stood. “At glance, this place is enclosed by the hard rocks, strong trees, green leaves, high and blue skies and even winds. Every of them have its own character. Reflected to us, every of us has own personality. Some might be as strict as the rocks or even gentle as the water. In building a strong team or excellent cooperation, we need to learn to accept other’s weaknesses-but I rather not calling it as a weakness, but advantages and unique qualities. If there are only rocks or all is water, not many people are attracted to it. If we are similar, less attractive we are. Inshaallah, our diversity will be a magnet for people to come closer to us and islam.” Applauses ended his inspiring thought. “Allahuakhbar” we yelled.

Inshaallah. 

Thursday, September 6

Blessed Sunday

Assalamualaikum wbt
Bismillah.

It had been awhile since my last entry.
Yet, Alhamdulillah we stepped in Syawal few weeks ago.
Inshaallah, I wish you blessing throughout the year. amin.

We Malaysians love to picture Eid or Hari Raya in a narrow perspective that filled with tears and dismal mood. We recited the Takbir in night of Eid with sad melody that touches the heart. Television was flooded with dramas, showing children refused to be home for Eid and people wishing Raya to their relatives. The house would usually fill with clamorous relatives packed in every corner chatting happily as if they were away for decade. Like in movies, children running outside the house chasing each other with lit firecrackers in hand. It was a lovely night and joys filled every corner of our hearts.


However, that was just my delightful imagination on how it would be if I was there, in Malaysia. Hundreds miles here, the situation were lots different. No booming sound of hand-made canon to crack the silent night. No traffics to portray the excitement to be home quickly with families. Only "balik kampung" song by Sudirman repeatedly played on our way to a senior house for our last break-fasting.

Alhamdulillah, this year the Eid was celebrated on Sunday throughout Australia-it never happen before. We were so blessed to be able to celebrate it together and chiefly on a weekend rather than a day packed with lectures, labs, practicals and tutorials. "Unlike last year, it was on Thursday. Donning the baju melayu, we were very reluctantly went to lab after prayer" told by my senior on how grateful we ought to be.



Admittedly, Eid in my house was very dim. There was no single rendang or kuih raya to fire up the appetite on this early morning. Thankfully, at least there were some weird looking curry that I prepared last night to accompany the square looking rice bags that I bought last evening. There was kek batik in fridge to cheer us up as well. Alhamdulillah, this was more than enough I guess.

Donning my brown glittering baju melayu paired by my old koleq samping made the day simply looked special. I remembered trying to tell my Aussie friend on what Eid was all about, yet he didn't seem care much rather than the point that I could start eating normally by Monday. But, for me today was the first my Eid experience oversea and I had been waiting for this moment. The 8.30 am prayer would be at Bonython Park near to the city. It was the Sunnah that Malaysia rarely practiced, to perform the prayer on open space.

The field was huge and a bit wet honestly. The prayer mat slowly accumulated water that was stored deeply in the soil as we sat quietly listening to the khutbah-"The sunnah on Eid's morning". The takbir was rather monotonous-now we felt Malaysian’s takbir was more appealing. Well, it was all new experiences! We filled the next one hour with photos session.

Alhamdulillah. We spend the whole day travelling from one house to another. Dr Aji's house was the very early house ambushed by us. His open house was awesome with tantalizing laksa, cakes, cookies, rendang and chocolate dip were arranged neatly on the table, ready to serve the hungers.

Around 10pm we were home. I was paralyzed to my bed, too tired to move. My stomach was cramped with all kind of Malaysian foods mixed together from 4 different houses that we visited. Despite out Eid was likely a day, it was totally a gratifying and memorable moment to be reminded. It might not be much, but as long as we had each other, we were one family and for that reason I was happy to celebrate 2012 Eid with them. 

تَقَبَّلَ اللهُ مِنَّا وَمِنْكُمْ
May Allah accept (deeds) from us and from you all.
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.