Insan ghuraba'

Seorang wanita yang bekerja di salah sebuah hotel bertaraf lima bintang di Pulau Langkawi yang pengurusannya beribu pejabat di luar negara telah berhenti kerja disebabkan masalah isu pemakaian tudung

Syabas dah tahniah saya ucapkan kepada saudari, dan saya kagum dengan prinsip dan pendirian saudari. Kalau di negara luar memang biasa kita dengar, tapi amat sayu kerana berlaku di negara kita yang kononnya sebuah negara Islam. Lebih tercalar hati, bila yang menghina itu lahir sebagai Muslim. Tapi itulah hakikatnya, sedikit demi sedikit, agama kita di hina, di cabar dan di pijak-pijak.

Kita berada di ambang akhir zaman. Moga Allah sentiasa memelihara hati dan iman kita. Biarlah kita asing kerana menutup aurat, biarlah kita asing kerana tidak 'bercouple', biarlah kita asing kerana tidak pandai mengumpat, biarlah kita asing kerana menunaikan solat..

Biarlah kita asing kerana masih berpegang pada Islam. Walaupun sedikit, kita cubalah menjadi asing..

“Islam itu bermula sebagai sesuatu yang dipandang ganjil. Dan ia akan kembali dipandang ganjil sebagaimana ia bermula. Maka beruntunglah orang-orang yang dipandang ganjil (kerana Islamnya mereka)” [Hadith riwayat Muslim]

Salam tahun baru

Wah.. Dah setahun tak mengupdate blog..

Kalau blog ni rumah, dah bersawang di dalamnya, dah penuh lalang halamannya..

Beginilah nasib blog ku ini.. hidup segan mati tak mau.. selalu berangan-angan nak masukkan entry terkini, tapi dok bertangguh sampai dah basi.. apa la yang sibuk sangat ni?.. Sibuk ke, buat-buat sibuk ke, menyibuk??.. Isk.. isk.. Sibuk rasaya.. Minta dijauhkan yang lagi dua tu..

Sempena tahun baru 1429 (yang sudah 6 hari berlalu) dan 2009 (yang sudah masuk hari ketiga), sama-samalah kita berdoa agar hari-hari yang mendatang lebih baik dari yang lepas.

Tahun baru ini menyaksikan serangan bertalu-talu rejim Israel terhadap bumi dan rakyat Palestin. Bukan sesuatu yang baru, tapi tidak tahulah sampai bila akan berakhir. Walaupun Palestin yang diserang, Palestin dan umat Islam masih dianggap terrorist, extremist.. dan segala macam label yang ingin menonjolkan umat Islam ini sebagai pengganas. Punyalah buruk, bias, paranoid dan prejudisnya orang-orang ni, sampaikan diaorg ni ingat semua umat Islam ada potensi jadi terrorist. Ingat kalau Muslim naik kapal terbang je, ingat nak letupkan, hijack ke.. please lah!

Orang-orang ni are simply afraid of something they don’t know and don’t even try to understand. What do they mean by traditional Muslim attire? I am sure what they mean is traditional Arab men attire.. and as for headscarves.. what the fuss?.. It is simply a piece of cloth to cover your hair.. and don’t simply assume that those who wears head scarves is oppressed or backward. And those who wears these so called 'traditional Muslim attire' does not mean they are fundamentalist or extremist ye...

For those snobbish people, ‘you are not so open minded as you think you are, because you are still prejudice and ignorant’.


Colors of the wind

You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind