Among the earliest things that I was taught by Riza Ahmad is... Don't Lie. He has written about it in his notes on FB. I am sharing his note here.
Jangan Bohong....
by Riza Ahmad on Wednesday, 25 January 2012 at 10:17
Pesan guru saya al-Hafiz, "Jangan Bohong...! Kerana bila kamu bohong pertama kali, maka kamu perlu berbohong kali kedua untuk menutup bohong yang pertama, berbohong kali ketiga untuk menutup bohong yang kedua, berbohong kali keempat untuk menutup bohong yang ketiga, dan seterusnya. Akhirnya, kamu akan lupa bohong yang pertama...! Ketika itu, orang sudah tahu yang kamu berbohong...!"
Then I wrote this poem... :D
Si penipu
Si penipu itu
adalah
yang kata ya
tetapi
tidak.
Si penipu itu
adalah
yang ikrar janji
tetapi
mungkir.
Si penipu itu
adalah
yang angguk mahu
tetapi
enggan.
Si penipu itu
adalah
yang tutur benar
tetapi
dusta.
Si penipu itu
adalah
yang turut serta
tetapi
sesat.
Si penipu itu
adalah
yang ukir setia
tetapi
curang.
Si penipu itu
adalah
yang telunjuk lurus
kelingking
berkait
Si penipu itu
adalah
yang tanpa jemu
terus menipu
diri sendiri.
4 Februari 2012
26 Jalan Pasar.
Charity Lunch
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
I want to be Khadijah(RA)
Maulidur Rasul or The Celebration of The Birthday of The Prophet Muhammad PBUH, was celebrated few days ago. Being the reference of mankind, the Prophet Muhammad is the perfect example.
In the conversation with Hajah Siti Ramlah binti Arifin the other day, Mak mentioned that the women can always refer to the prophets’ wives. Mak named two, Khadijah(RA) and Aishah(RA). Mak said from Khadijah(RA) we can learn about sacrifice and obedience. Aishah(RA) is known of being smart at knowledge, she learnt the fastest and was very bright.
This is an excerpt of a writing entitled RASULULLAH (S) IN THE SIGHT OF OTHERS by [Shamim A Siddiqi, New York] . I found it in the internet.
One day Rasulullah (S) returned to home too much downcast and depressed. His beloved wife Khadijah (RA) asked him (S), “What’s the matter?” He (S) said, “A caravan had come in the vicinity of Makkah and I could not help the people as I had nothing”. Hearing this, she asked him (S) to call for all the tribal chiefs of Quraish at home. Rasulullah (S) went out. Meanwhile, she collected all her cash wealth at a place in the house. When the tribal chiefs gathered, she told them that, “Today I am giving all my wealth to Muhammad (S) to spend the way he (S) likes and you all are the witness”.
* A little while afterwards, Arch Angel Gabriel (AS) came to Rasulullah (S) and informed that Khadijah (RA) is coming to you with a glass of milk, tell her: “Allah has sent His Salaam to her and tell her that He had built a house of pearls for her in the heaven”. What a marvelous tribute was paid to her by Allah in recognition of the services of both the husband and the wife in the way of Allah for His deprived humanity. [May Allah bless both of them] Later on, this aspect of his (S) public life was eloquently confirmed by Khadijah (RA) when the first Wahi came to him (S) in the Cave of Hera and he (S) expressed apprehension that he (S), might be destroyed. Khadijah (RA) recounted his (S) humanitarian services one by one and said: “Allah will never destroy you as you are doing this and this for the oppressed and the deprived selflessly.”
I want to be like Khadijah(RA) so I wrote this poem… :D
Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
mengapa Khadijah jadi sebutan
pengorbanan jadi sanjungan
ketaatan kekal diingatan
Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
mengapa Aisyah si pipi merah
membentak marah
atas kasihnya terhadap Khadijah
Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
mengapa aku bersusah payah
untuk jadi seperti Khadijah
yang tidak luput dari kenangannya
Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
yang dalam mencari Redha Ilahi
jadilah seperti Khadijah
seorang isteri kepada seorang suami. . .
22 Disember 2012
Batu Gajah, Perak
In the conversation with Hajah Siti Ramlah binti Arifin the other day, Mak mentioned that the women can always refer to the prophets’ wives. Mak named two, Khadijah(RA) and Aishah(RA). Mak said from Khadijah(RA) we can learn about sacrifice and obedience. Aishah(RA) is known of being smart at knowledge, she learnt the fastest and was very bright.
This is an excerpt of a writing entitled RASULULLAH (S) IN THE SIGHT OF OTHERS by [Shamim A Siddiqi, New York] . I found it in the internet.
One day Rasulullah (S) returned to home too much downcast and depressed. His beloved wife Khadijah (RA) asked him (S), “What’s the matter?” He (S) said, “A caravan had come in the vicinity of Makkah and I could not help the people as I had nothing”. Hearing this, she asked him (S) to call for all the tribal chiefs of Quraish at home. Rasulullah (S) went out. Meanwhile, she collected all her cash wealth at a place in the house. When the tribal chiefs gathered, she told them that, “Today I am giving all my wealth to Muhammad (S) to spend the way he (S) likes and you all are the witness”.
* A little while afterwards, Arch Angel Gabriel (AS) came to Rasulullah (S) and informed that Khadijah (RA) is coming to you with a glass of milk, tell her: “Allah has sent His Salaam to her and tell her that He had built a house of pearls for her in the heaven”. What a marvelous tribute was paid to her by Allah in recognition of the services of both the husband and the wife in the way of Allah for His deprived humanity. [May Allah bless both of them] Later on, this aspect of his (S) public life was eloquently confirmed by Khadijah (RA) when the first Wahi came to him (S) in the Cave of Hera and he (S) expressed apprehension that he (S), might be destroyed. Khadijah (RA) recounted his (S) humanitarian services one by one and said: “Allah will never destroy you as you are doing this and this for the oppressed and the deprived selflessly.”
I want to be like Khadijah(RA) so I wrote this poem… :D
Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
mengapa Khadijah jadi sebutan
pengorbanan jadi sanjungan
ketaatan kekal diingatan
Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
mengapa Aisyah si pipi merah
membentak marah
atas kasihnya terhadap Khadijah
Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
mengapa aku bersusah payah
untuk jadi seperti Khadijah
yang tidak luput dari kenangannya
Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
yang dalam mencari Redha Ilahi
jadilah seperti Khadijah
seorang isteri kepada seorang suami. . .
22 Disember 2012
Batu Gajah, Perak
Monday, 6 February 2012
It has been a while...
It has been few months that this blog was left unattended. No new posts since then. I was busy. Day in day out. Its already february 2012.
When I was young, at the age of 11, I remember spending my afternoon on a swing hung on the branch of a red guava tree. The tree was by the roadside of the main road of Kota Bharu to Pasir Puteh. The tree was on my neighbour's land known as Mak Ku Moh. I spent most of my afternoons there, singing to myself, thinking, constructing poems or climb up the branches for the guavas.
I owe it to my uncle Wan Zulkifli Draman for my love to poems. One night, it was a black out, we sat by the candles, me, my siblings and Ayah Lee we call him. He recited a funny poem entitled tompok-tompok which then we arrived at the end of the poem, it was the cow dunk. Since then, poem is my thing. I even took part in a poem recitation competition, my first try though, I won a place. I even forced mummy to sew me a phinafore for no one recites poem in baju kurung (i said). . .it was in Kelantan then, girls were in baju kurung other states still in phinafore.
Too bad I didn’t put my thoughts on papers. . .God knows what I have in my thoughts then.
When we moved to N. Sembilan, I continued my habit of being with myself in the afternoon. I would sit by myself on the pavement next to the block. . .it was a flat. There were no trees as it is a police barrack. There I sat, singing to myself, talking to myself, thinking and daydreaming. That was when I was in Balai Polis Tampin.
Then, we moved to Rasah, Seremban, also the house for policemen, next to the Police Workshop in Rasah. Papa just walked to his workplace everyday, crossing a neighbours' yard. I continued my afternoon, sometimes by the side of the house, sometimes under the big teak at the back of the house. I treasured those days and I am ao glad that I remember it all. I thought I have forgotten my past. Actually, remembering my childhood is out of envy of Riza Ahmad who can tell vividly about his childhood, some of his stories he remembers even when he was two years old.
The point I am making is. . .I am a very private person since young, I have my time to sit and think. I still do it now. The difference is that, now I put it on words so that I can share with others. I guess I should share what is good.
I will be sharing my poems here from time to time. It is about my life, things that have taken place. Also about life as a whole. I hope it can be enjoyed by many and learn from it where ever possible.
When I was young, at the age of 11, I remember spending my afternoon on a swing hung on the branch of a red guava tree. The tree was by the roadside of the main road of Kota Bharu to Pasir Puteh. The tree was on my neighbour's land known as Mak Ku Moh. I spent most of my afternoons there, singing to myself, thinking, constructing poems or climb up the branches for the guavas.
I owe it to my uncle Wan Zulkifli Draman for my love to poems. One night, it was a black out, we sat by the candles, me, my siblings and Ayah Lee we call him. He recited a funny poem entitled tompok-tompok which then we arrived at the end of the poem, it was the cow dunk. Since then, poem is my thing. I even took part in a poem recitation competition, my first try though, I won a place. I even forced mummy to sew me a phinafore for no one recites poem in baju kurung (i said). . .it was in Kelantan then, girls were in baju kurung other states still in phinafore.
Too bad I didn’t put my thoughts on papers. . .God knows what I have in my thoughts then.
When we moved to N. Sembilan, I continued my habit of being with myself in the afternoon. I would sit by myself on the pavement next to the block. . .it was a flat. There were no trees as it is a police barrack. There I sat, singing to myself, talking to myself, thinking and daydreaming. That was when I was in Balai Polis Tampin.
Then, we moved to Rasah, Seremban, also the house for policemen, next to the Police Workshop in Rasah. Papa just walked to his workplace everyday, crossing a neighbours' yard. I continued my afternoon, sometimes by the side of the house, sometimes under the big teak at the back of the house. I treasured those days and I am ao glad that I remember it all. I thought I have forgotten my past. Actually, remembering my childhood is out of envy of Riza Ahmad who can tell vividly about his childhood, some of his stories he remembers even when he was two years old.
The point I am making is. . .I am a very private person since young, I have my time to sit and think. I still do it now. The difference is that, now I put it on words so that I can share with others. I guess I should share what is good.
I will be sharing my poems here from time to time. It is about my life, things that have taken place. Also about life as a whole. I hope it can be enjoyed by many and learn from it where ever possible.
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