I followed a group in facebook and there was post from a friend. Spend a lil bit time to read :)
Assalamualaikum syeikh sekalian.
Hamba Allah yang dhaif ini nak berkongsi serpihan bingkisan hati. Harap ada yang sudi membaca dan in shaa Allah boleh dijadikan booster untuk terus tegakkan kalimah Laa ilaa ha illa Allah.
Sepanjang berdakwah di sekolah,pengalaman pertama berdakwah kepada rakan sebaya. Ana merasakan dakwah itu susah dijalankan kerana masih mentah dalam perjuangan ini. Ana sangat mengharapkan warga sekolah ikut syariah Islam 100%. Namun masih ada aspek yang kurang diamalkan dengan betul. Rasa macam ramai yang ada di sini x amal islam dengan betul.
Tapi, lepas masuk PLKN,ana baru sedar bahawa baiah solehah di sekolah ana tu masih boleh dianggap sangat memuaskan. DI PLKN, ana berjumpa dengan masyarakat dari pelbagai identiti. Kalau di sekolah ana dulu,kebanyakan dari pelajar yang memang bijak pandai. Yang tahu asas agama. Yang tahu solat dan dijaga solatnya. Di PLKN, pelatih2 yang ada di sana datang dari macam2 background dan profile. Ada yang sekolah harian, sekolah teknik,x bersekolah pun ada. Ada yang dari Sabah dan Sarawak. Ada yang x pernah tahu cara solat. Bayangkanlah. 17 tahun hidup, x pernah solat. Ada yang pernah berzina,minum arak,dan jual akidah.
Di PLKN,lelaki perempuan dah macam xde batasan pergaulan. Dakwah di sekolah juga bagi ana amat mudah jika dibandingkan di PLKN. Penerimaan yang agak berbeza. JIka di sekolah,masih lagi mudah kerana mereka tahu tentang hari Akhirat,syurga dan neraka. Tapi di sana,dakwah amat susah disampaikan. Ana belajar banyak taktik untuk berdakwah. Yang mesti kena pada tempat dan keadaan,cara berbahasa,mempengaruhi cara pemikiran mereka,dan banyak lagi.
Ada seorang rakan ana yang dipulaukan kerana dakwah dengan cara yang x boleh diterima mereka. Pada pendapat ana,jika dia berdakwah di sekolah,pasti efektif. Tapi cara penyampaian kepada orang yang nak disampaikan sangat mempengaruhi penerimaan oleh orang yang menerima. Sejujurnya, pemikiran mereka amat berbeza dengan majoriti pelajar sekolah ana. Gaya hidup Islam dianggap asing.
Tapi alhamdulillah, ana berjaya berdakwah kepada mereka dengan ilham dan ilmu yang Allah kurniakan. Allah mengajar ana cara mempengaruhi mereka. Allah memberi ilham kepada ana untuk memberi tazkirah akidah yang boleh mereka terima. Allah membuka hati mereka untuk menerima ilmu tentang solat. Allah permudahkan mereka untuk mengamalkan ilmu yang kami sampaikan.
BUkan hajat ana untuk menghebahkan dakwah yang ana lakukan. Cuma ana ingin berkongsi asas dan taktik dakwah yang Allah ajarkan kepada ana.
1. Doa.(minta Allah permudahkan)
2. Fikir (minta ilham dari Allah)
3. Jangan takut.(jadikan Rasulullah sebagai motivasi terbaik)
4. Lakukan kerana Allah.(cari keredhaan Allah,tujuan kita hidup)
5. Tawakkal lepas usaha.(minta Allah berkati usaha)
Lepas habis PLKN,skop ana tentang realiti umat zaman ini makin luas. Ana baru jumpa orang yang pelbagai background,tapi masih belum jumpa dari pelbagai peringkat umur. Ana baru jumpa yang sekurang kurang nya tahu syaahadah,tapi masih belum jumpa masyarakat yang terus membenci Allah dan Rasul NYa.
Ana tahu, pengalamn ana masih lagi ibarat sekeping granum dalam chloroplast di dalam kebun seluas 20 hektar jika dibandingkan dengan pengalaman dan ilmu syeikh2 yang lebih senior dari ana. Tapi ana rasa x salah jika ana ingat kan rijalullah yang membaca post ini.
Pemuda Allah sekalian. Sedarlah realiti umat zaman sekarang. Islam ibarat suatu perkara yang asing dalam masyarakat Malaysia ini. Akidah ibarat lalang. Iman senipis kulit bawang.
Seorang tok guru ana pernah berkata " Allah takdirkan kamu dapat belajar ilmu Allah,belajar akidah,sebab Allah takdirkan kamu untuk menyebarkan ilmu dan membetulkan akidah masyarakat."
Di sini,ana ingin mengambil ruang dan peluang untuk memohon syeikh2 sekalian. Islam itu berat terpikul di bahu kita. Kerana redha Allah itu pun berat untuk kita dapat. Ana mohon doa dari syeikh2 sekalian agar kita sama2 bangun, bina kekuatan dan satukannya untuk agama yang Rasulullah perjuangkan ini.
Semoga usaha kita Allah lihat. Semoga Allah memberikan rijalullah yang membaca post ini rahmat dan ilham. In shaa Allah. Assalamualaikum.
Sunday, 24 March 2013
Sunday, 17 March 2013
Dad
Dad. :D
This just popped out of my mind and I feel I want to write something about him.
This story maybe just a glimpse about what he always did to me, because what he truly did, is beyond what I may think about it as a son.
His name is Samsuddin, 54 years old.
A lecturer in International Islamic University Malaysia.
Born in Negeri Sembilan.
A dad to me.
Maybe this post is like a bit emotional to me, ( you can not read now, seriously eave this blog ) but in future, when I read this post, I should be proud of myself because I wrote about him.
I always thought that a father's love is not as cool as mother's love. Yeah that's true, haha. But I did not always see my father did it physically. You know, in front of my eyes. He did, just that it is not as cool as mum. Adoii apa compare ni haha xkena cerita. Okay back on track.
Until one moment, my impression changed by bits to bits, positively That moment was on December 2009. It was during the SPM results. Erm I was in a class where it starts with capital A, Abu Bakar, not the first class lol. During the announcement of the results, it did not follow any of the rankings of the 8A's achievements ( like who was the highest scorer between the straight A's) , they just follow alphabetically. And my name was the first, Ahmad Shaqir. As I was jumping fly high, my dad screamed "That's my son, That's my son".
Then, I asked him why did he said like that, he said " I thought you're the first in the rankings, ". Well that made me laugh, no way I'll get the top rankings, haha. But to my dad, it was joy.
He was strict to me, but he was really kind to me as I was the last child. anak bongsu :p
During my SPM years, my dad was like the type, " xpe, blaja je, blaja ikut kemampuan " and I was like " Heyy mana boleh, belajar kena betul2 lah " and that moment, I think my father understands more than I did. He did not agree to a certain extent with the current education as he said, " Our system is exam oriented" means that this not a good way to survive university. So he was cool, and I'm the one who's struggling.
Then during my SPM results, my dad was amazed when he saw my results, maybe out of his expectation. To me, I'm surprised too, haha. But it was acceptable if compared to what hardship I've been through. cheh konon
Then I went into my preparation, it was different. My father was the one who pressured me all the time, in a positive way. I did not understand why, but he kept on doing that. My first sem results were not good, and he kept scolding. I did not understand. Then now, I followed his advise and my results turned out to be better than before. Maybe he tried to avoid me from any mistakes on what he did, perhaps. Only God knows.
This is not about my studies, it's about the blessing I'm talking about.
I hope it is still early that I realised how my father greatly affected my life.
Sometimes there were bad thoughts,
What if I finished my studies, he will be too old?
Do I have the chance to do anything with him later in the future?
Do I still have the chance to say, " you're the greatest dad ! " ?
I remembered what my brother said " Death is near us, nearer than anyone could guess. It's around us".
Thinking about what my dad did for me, extroadinary. He's cool in front of me, but behind me? Maybe he worried about my studies, my finance, my health while I am joyfully living in college.
So what could I do?
Answer, pray for their health, ask Allah to protect them and bless them.
Be kind to them, call them many times ( working on it) , anything what a son should do.
This thing really changed me, a lot.
I hope that, he'll be there always in my heart.
Sorry for grammatical mistakes, and a bit emotional lol. To me, this is cool :D
This just popped out of my mind and I feel I want to write something about him.
This story maybe just a glimpse about what he always did to me, because what he truly did, is beyond what I may think about it as a son.
His name is Samsuddin, 54 years old.
A lecturer in International Islamic University Malaysia.
Born in Negeri Sembilan.
A dad to me.
Maybe this post is like a bit emotional to me, ( you can not read now, seriously eave this blog ) but in future, when I read this post, I should be proud of myself because I wrote about him.
I always thought that a father's love is not as cool as mother's love. Yeah that's true, haha. But I did not always see my father did it physically. You know, in front of my eyes. He did, just that it is not as cool as mum. Adoii apa compare ni haha xkena cerita. Okay back on track.
Until one moment, my impression changed by bits to bits, positively That moment was on December 2009. It was during the SPM results. Erm I was in a class where it starts with capital A, Abu Bakar, not the first class lol. During the announcement of the results, it did not follow any of the rankings of the 8A's achievements ( like who was the highest scorer between the straight A's) , they just follow alphabetically. And my name was the first, Ahmad Shaqir. As I was jumping fly high, my dad screamed "That's my son, That's my son".
Then, I asked him why did he said like that, he said " I thought you're the first in the rankings, ". Well that made me laugh, no way I'll get the top rankings, haha. But to my dad, it was joy.
He was strict to me, but he was really kind to me as I was the last child. anak bongsu :p
During my SPM years, my dad was like the type, " xpe, blaja je, blaja ikut kemampuan " and I was like " Heyy mana boleh, belajar kena betul2 lah " and that moment, I think my father understands more than I did. He did not agree to a certain extent with the current education as he said, " Our system is exam oriented" means that this not a good way to survive university. So he was cool, and I'm the one who's struggling.
Then during my SPM results, my dad was amazed when he saw my results, maybe out of his expectation. To me, I'm surprised too, haha. But it was acceptable if compared to what hardship I've been through. cheh konon
Then I went into my preparation, it was different. My father was the one who pressured me all the time, in a positive way. I did not understand why, but he kept on doing that. My first sem results were not good, and he kept scolding. I did not understand. Then now, I followed his advise and my results turned out to be better than before. Maybe he tried to avoid me from any mistakes on what he did, perhaps. Only God knows.
This is not about my studies, it's about the blessing I'm talking about.
I hope it is still early that I realised how my father greatly affected my life.
Sometimes there were bad thoughts,
What if I finished my studies, he will be too old?
Do I have the chance to do anything with him later in the future?
Do I still have the chance to say, " you're the greatest dad ! " ?
I remembered what my brother said " Death is near us, nearer than anyone could guess. It's around us".
Thinking about what my dad did for me, extroadinary. He's cool in front of me, but behind me? Maybe he worried about my studies, my finance, my health while I am joyfully living in college.
So what could I do?
Answer, pray for their health, ask Allah to protect them and bless them.
Be kind to them, call them many times ( working on it) , anything what a son should do.
This thing really changed me, a lot.
I hope that, he'll be there always in my heart.
Sorry for grammatical mistakes, and a bit emotional lol. To me, this is cool :D
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