7.4.14

Mind rant #23: Finals


it's surreal to think that my 7 years of studying is coming up to an end biidznillah (with Allah's Will); but it is! -with only a few weeks left down the road - and some friends are already starting their finals in a few days! heads up peeps!


but inevitably, our final exam acts as a reminder that another chapter of our lives is almost coming to an end, insyaAllah. and it might just be that phase of life that we'll miss most, one day. *potong bawang*. And seriously, it scares me to think of what and how will the next chapter unfolds, but i'm holding on to this one last page while it lasts. :)

doakan kami students Medicine,
dan maafkan segala salah silap kami;
for being forgetful, for being hurtful, for being just hampeh friends all this while *sobs*

may Allah Eases everyone's path, wherever we are insyaAllah.
it has been a long and challenging yet rewarding journey,
do pray that it ends beautifully please?

and always,
thank You Ya Rabb.
for always being there with us;
watching over us, every step of the way. :')
Usaha, Tawakkal dan Doa.
in Allah, we put our trust. :')




إِن يَنصُرْكُمُ اللَّهُ فَلَا غَالِبَ لَكُمْ وَإِن يَخْذُلْكُمْ فَمَن ذَا الَّذِي يَنصُرُكُم مِّن بَعْدِهِ وَعَلَى اللَّهِ فَلْيَتَوَكَّلِ الْمُؤْمِنُونَ
"Jika Allah menolong kamu, maka tak adalah orang yang dapat mengalahkan kamu; 
jika Allah membiarkan kamu (tidak memberi pertolongan), 
maka siapakah gerangan yang dapat menolong kamu (selain) dari Allah sesudah itu? 
Karena itu hendaklah kepada Allah saja orang-orang mukmin bertawakkal."
[3:160]


*time blur otak tepu start la layan meme ni*
ps: have you guys checked out TrollTarbawi?
pps: nak buku Inche Gabbana~~ sape kat Malaysia belikan hadiah please? :P



17.3.14

of Miracles and Hope


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I fell in love with this quote from a TV show that i watched, it was so true that the first time i heard it, it hit me hard. And i kept wondering when would be the best time to share it in here, and finally it's time. it's a long post. you've been warned.

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بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ


"Some people say there are miracles, and some people say there's no such thing.
But in moments of urgency, people inevitably wait for a miracle. Thus, miracles need to exist - 
so that in all times of urgency there is a glimmer of hope for people to dwell on. 
Miracles need to exist..."

My beloved country, Malaysia. Seeing so much strain on you gives me a heartache really. I think it's been a while since I last earnestly prayed for you. So many tests Allah has given you at one time. And so many people involved; those who lost their family members or friends through the missing flight; those who are working around the clock trying to figure out what has happened to that plane; those who have to leave home for days now for the search and rescue missions; and not to mention how lives are becoming difficult with the worsening air and the drought taking place. Being a Malaysian -albeit not being there at the moment- it is heart-wrenching to read the never-ending news, bad ones piling up one after the other. 

And I pray for nothing more than a miracle. 
Cause being a Muslim, we all do believe in miracles.
surah al-Kahfi reminded us of miracles every so often;
and the story of Israk Mikraj does the same too. reminding us how miracles are never really impossible. 
Knowing that Allah is the Creator of the Heavens and the Earth, 
we believe in "Kun fayakun";


بَدِيعُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضِ وَإِذَا قَضَىٰ أَمْرًا فَإِنَّمَا يَقُولُ لَهُ كُن فَيَكُونُ

"Allah Pencipta langit dan bumi, dan bila Dia berkehendak (untuk menciptakan) sesuatu, 
maka (cukuplah) Dia hanya mengatakan kepadanya: "Jadilah!" Lalu jadilah ia."
[2:117]

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Hence, I pray for a miracle.
That the plane would just appear before us, safe and sound. Or whatever has happened in between - be it hijacked, or conspiracy theories, or just malfunctions - I wish all those innocent victims will come back safely into the arms of their loved ones. Because it's not just the 239 lives involved, the families who are anxiously waiting and hoping for them to come back are also included. The challenges that they have to face are totally beyond our imagination and comprehension. 

I pray for a miracle.
That all Malaysians and people around the world would come together and pray for the best. To give a hand whenever it is possible. To give encouragements to those who are doing their best. To support the family members and friends of those involved, keeping them in our thoughts and our prayers.

I pray for a miracle.
That we all realized how much these things are all tests given by Allah s.w.t. Reminding us that we are inevitably just His Creations; weak, small, and helpless without Him. Because whatever we do, no matter how advanced our technologies are, no matter how many countries and intelligence involved in this whole matter, no matter how much we have prepared things beforehand, nobody can stop the plane from going missing, nobody can stop the drought, nobody can stop anything if Allah Wills it.


But despite knowing how easy it is for Allah s.w.t to grant us miracles, 
somehow our actions seems to be pushing the miracles away.

so how can we hope for a miracle?
When all we do is treating the whole thing as just sensationalised news. Waking up everyday to see what's most controversial of all. Never once putting ourselves in the shoes of those involved. we were so easily distracted by things that entertained us, so much so that we loved talking about Raja Bomoh for days. I wondered, if it was my brother on the plane, would I even watch all those videos? would I make time to make parodies of the 3 guys on the 'magical' carpet? I felt sick to even laugh at the pictures posted. But sadly that was what most of us were doing. I don't really mind those who were raising the issue of aqidah and khurafat acts, but most were just enjoying ourselves, having some laugh over bomoh and buaya.

How can we hope for a miracle?
When all we do is condemn whatever that is being done. Bashing everything from the get-go. I couldn't care less whatever the medias outside Malaysia are saying, but I think the least that us Malaysians could do for our home-country is to encourage them. I am not saying they're the best at handling this - how can we even compare when none has ever faced it before? - but I do believe that they are doing their best. And for most of us who are just staring at the laptop day in day out, the least we could do is pray that Allah eases the paths for all those involved.

How can we hope for a miracle?
When we failed to realise that these are Allah's reminders of our status as His Creations. We failed so badly, that we ended up going further away from Allah s.w.t, deviated from the rightful path. The news of those concerts was just another eye-opener of why we're in this mess in the first place. That these kinds of things - concerts, zina, hedonism, secularism - are happening in Malaysia; saying we're a Muslim country but never really acting as one. Inevitably, we're just a country filled with Muslims - which is a very questionable status for each of us anyway;

are we truly Muslims? 
or are we those who said syahadah without truly understanding it, let alone act upon it. :'(

يَا مُقَلِّبَ الْقُلُوبِ ثَبِّتْ قَلْبِى عَلَى دِينِكَ
“Oh Turner of Hearts, keep my heart firm on Your Deen.”

"...But miracles are miracles because they are not common. There are far more misfortunes we don't think of, than miracles that we don't expect. And miracles in the end are a matter of probability. And life is cruel with its absolute and overwhelming probability. But still miracle is needed.
Rather than the despair of zero probability that will never come to pass, a ten-million-to-one chance is better. That is how hope exist."

and we're back to praying for those miracles.
And knowing that miracles only come from Allah s.w.t, 
let's remind one another to play our side of the bargain as His hamba, 
because as much as miracles are rare, it is never impossible, 
when we truly believe in Allah s.w.t.

and quoting Cinderella; "even miracles take a little time."
.. and effort. insyaAllah. May Allah eases.
Pray4MH370.
Pray4Malaysia.
Pray4Muslims.
 prayers for you and me.

1.3.14

Love Confession

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I have this guy that I love. And I wanted to show him how much I love him, that I decided to look up for things that I can do for just that. I read magazines, articles, watch movies and shows to look for all these romantic tips and tricks about love. Those tips tell me that i should try to give presents, to cook awesome food, to say sweet and encouraging words all the time, to do this and that. I was so into all of them, that I spent my time picking up the best gifts, wrapping them carefully with my own two hands; I looked up for recipes for all his favourite dishes and spent hours making them etc. things went on like this for a while until one day, when I met him, I realised that I don't actually love him, for I have been in love with the act of showing him that I love him.

And that I, have fallen out of love.

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Yes people, this is just an analogy and purely fictional.
I'm not yet married so i am nowhere near to having a lovey-dovey relationship at the moment, thanks. 

But it was something that I realized had happened in my relationship with my Creator. We have so much things that we were told we can do to gain His Love. Reciting the Quran, listening to Islamic talks, waking up for Qiam, performing those extra solat sunnah. But I realized that without the right mind and intention, these efforts can really easily turn into just another day's routine. When we'd stand up after our obligatory prayers for our Rawatib, out of reflex. When we're lifting our hands for some du'a but what's coming out is just a well-rehearsed du'a that we've been reciting for the past months, them having lost their meaning to us; and what's worse is that sometimes we don't even lift our hands anymore. When we'd wake up for Qiam, we performed our prayers,  but by the end of our night, all we ended up doing was asking for those worldly things that we wanted so bad; never once stopping to appreciate His Presence or His Closeness. And sometimes, we'd just woken up for that 2 rakaat of Qiam, to be able to tick the boxes for our 'good deeds I've done' list. 



We no longer talk to Him. 
We no longer have tears with our du'a.
We no longer pour things out from our hearts.
Because our hearts has become hardened enough, 
that it no longer seeks Allah s.w.t.

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I guess this saying suits my not-so-much love confession for today, 
"We often mix between what is for Allah's sake 
and what is for our own sake". 
Hence, we need reminders to get us back on the rightful track;

To renew our intentions;
To love Allah, for the sake of Allah;
To do all those extra ibadah, for Him, and not just because we have this worldly gain that we want;
To be sincere, and work hard trying to be one, despite knowing that it's the most difficult thing of all.

And perhaps only then we'd be able to get our hearts back; 
to love Him unconditionally, and have our beautiful ending, which is to gain Allah's Redha.
Let's pray together for just that shall we?
InsyaAllah wa Aamiin.


Dari Abu Hurairah –radhiyallahu ‘anhu-, ia berkata bahwa Nabi s.a.w bersabda, 
“Allah Ta’ala berfirman: Aku sesuai persangkaan hamba-Ku. Aku bersamanya ketika ia mengingat-Ku.
 Jika ia mengingat-Ku saat bersendirian, Aku akan mengingatnya dalam diri-Ku. 
Jika ia mengingat-Ku di suatu kumpulan, Aku akan mengingatnya di kumpulan yang lebih baik daripada pada itu . 
Jika ia mendekat kepada-Ku sejengkal, Aku mendekat kepadanya sehasta. 
Jika ia mendekat kepada-Ku sehasta, Aku mendekat kepadanya sedepa. 
Jika ia datang kepada-Ku dengan berjalan (biasa), maka Aku mendatanginya dengan berjalan cepat.” 
[Hadith Bukhari dan Muslim]



25.2.14

Mind rant #22: Changing Me

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ



Assalamualaikum.

It's been a while hasn't it? I remembered how I used to promise myself that I just have to keep on writing and reminding, to keep my iman in check. But suffice to say I had too much holiday going on and classes haven't even started yet in this final leg of the race. (Yes, with Allah's will, supposedly I'm only 2 months away from being called a doctor. InsyaAllah. Pray for me and friends please?). Hence, I came with a somewhat solid conclusion of why writing has been extra hard this past 30 days: 

my lack of activity.

Like I said, I had a long holiday back home in Malaysia, spending most of my days at home doing nothing aside from being a faithful funny daughter (and bigger sister) to keep the house shining bright *cough*, but I wasn't able to do much of soul-searching stuff really. Yes, though the IKIM radio is kept on 24/7, and I did have serious talks with Abah or Mama now and then, something had gone amiss. Because I locked myself up in this comfort zone called home, I didn't really found anything or anyone to spark my self-reflect mode. Except perhaps the first 3 weeks i went back cause I was able to see people in the hospital. hence this post

And now despite the fact that I'm already physically in Dublin, classes hasn't even started yet. Well, truth be told we won't have much anyway since we're in our 'completion' mode. Most of our time would be filled with our own self-directed studying which I'm totally bad at. :( and thus, with this lack of activity, my time is spent with books and laptops/iPads and dramas (huhu) and I haven't seen other homosapiens that much yet. I can't wait for my sub-internship to start, really.

Anyhow, these all made me realise how important it is for us to live with others around us, because keeping to ourselves won't get us anywhere. I realised that most of the time, I will write down some random things in here because I have met someone or something that has triggered so many things inside of me: my thoughts, my perceptions, my emotions, my beliefs. And Alhamdulillah (all praises to Allah) these things are what had helped me to make whatever choices and decisions i have, to be a better hamba insyaAllah.

Talking about this somehow makes me see Medicine in a whole new light too. Which is the right boost for my finals insyaAllah. I don't think I can ever be someone who works with papers, computers or drawings; I need to see people. I need to meet people. Because seeing them changes who I am, little by little, for the better insyaAllah. So here's to hoping that I'll get to my dreams soon enough! And I humbly ask for your prayers for me and fellow friends who are on our way to DoctorHood. May Allah Ease. :)

And here's quoting a bestfriend of mine, Sang:

"Human being is the most complex system ever made.
The second one is the submarine."

I guess that's why I will forever be intertwining myself with other people, 
with the prayers that they will change me for the better, 
as much as I will for them.
InsyaAllah.
*..aaand cause huge machines going into the ocean is not my kind of thing.*

وَالْعَصْرِ
إِنَّ الْإِنسَانَ لَفِي خُسْرٍ
إِلَّا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا وَعَمِلُوا الصَّالِحَاتِ وَتَوَاصَوْا بِالْحَقِّ وَتَوَاصَوْا بِالصَّبْرِ

"Demi masa. Sesungguhnya manusia itu berada dalam kerugian.
kecuali orang-orang yang beriman dan mengerjakan amal saleh dan nasihat-menasihati supaya mentaati kebenaran dan nasihat-menasihati supaya menetapi kesabaran."
[surah 103]

Semoga kita bukan dalam kerugian.
Aamiin. :)


22.1.14

Oh Duet

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ




الْمَالُ وَالْبَنُونَ زِينَةُ الْحَيَاةِ الدُّنْيَا وَالْبَاقِيَاتُ الصَّالِحَاتُ خَيْرٌ عِندَ رَبِّكَ ثَوَابًا وَخَيْرٌ أَمَلًا 
"Harta dan anak-anak adalah perhiasan kehidupan dunia 
tetapi amalan-amalan yang kekal lagi saleh adalah lebih baik pahalanya di sisi Tuhanmu 
serta lebih baik untuk menjadi harapan."
[18:46]

Once I had a serious conversation with Abah a few years back. And I was reminded of it again recently, after listening to stories that I hate hearing. Most often, we'd find ourselves swept away with the current; instead of strengthening our belief that Allah will Provide, we think harta will. sigh~


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Allah will Provide;
But because we forget, we all scramble to look for anything that provides huge amount of money in the shortest amount of time. We see them in the newspapers every so often, when thousands of people are being scammed for their money because of all these skim cepat kaya or multi-level marketing that offers instant lump of cash, under so many different names. It's like a spell or something, that everybody falls into every single time, and all it takes is just by putting up this X digit of money, and all will be blinded by it, pushing aside any logical reasoning behind these so-called 'businesses'. Neither caring what and who is behind it, so long as the numbers in the bank account is going up. And let's not even go into stories of those who claimed that their 'ustaz' is bringing in money from the heavens. *roll eyes*

Allah will Provide;
But because we don't understand, we thought that happiness only comes via money. We forget about health, about protection against evil-doings, about living and breathing for just another day; they are all provisions from Allah. Money is just a tool for our rezeki, but many see it as their aim; confusing what is harta and what is rezeki. They are in fact, two very different entities. As Abah and Mama always reminded us, you can have RM3 and your rezeki that morning is eating Nasi Lemak sebungkus. You can have RM100, and your rezeki is still just that Nasi Lemak sebungkus. And again, it's not wrong to go looking for them, really; cause what matters most is where they stand in our hearts. Heck, we can have 5 sports cars in our garage, but it's only worth it if they bring us to the mosque 5 times a day. Setuju? Thank you.

Allah will Provide;
But because we forget, many would go to such an extent that they forget about their family, about their loved ones, and the worst case of all, they forget their Deen. I was following Abah and Mama around the city yesterday, and we passed by some closed shops around Kota Bharu, apparently they were shut down for selling drugs; amounting to millions of Ringgit. I wondered how long has that been going on, how much food has been bought with that money, and how much of them have been fed to their children? Apparently it was a family business. Weird isn't it, how can a family come together in committing sins? Wallahua'lam wa astahgfirullah. 

As always, reminding when I'm finding myself forgetting.
"Ya Allah, jadikanlah dunia di tangan kami, 
bukan di hati kami." 
Aamiin ya Rabb.


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"Nanti bila yan ada anak-anak sendiri, 
perhaps by that time there would no longer be things like scholarships etc.
 and you guys have to pay for everything. It would be very difficult. 
Abah wonder what can I do now to help anak-anak Abah survive."

"Senang la Abah. One thing je abah kena buat. 
Tanam a very deep value in our hearts; 
Rezeki tu milik Allah. 
Confirm survive."

InsyaAllah. :)

29.12.13

the Wake-up Call

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ

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I was waiting beside the main road in front of USM for my friend to pick me up. We're heading for the bridal shop! *no, I'm not the one trying all those dresses*. Earphones plugged in, i was watching the road and the gazillions of cars in the afternoon heat when a familiar guy walked past me, heading towards the gate of the hospital. He looks like he's in his 40s, slightly Chinese-looking, kopiah on, a simple t-shirt and khaki pants with a pair of Crocs slippers on. 

If i hadn't known, he would have been just another regular person i see on the street. 
If i hadn't known, i wouldn't have made that prayer 
while he walked silently and unknowingly in front of me.

"May Allah ease his life as well as his family's"
Aamiin ya Rabb.
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We had our ward-round during the first day of my attachment with the team in USM, meeting a kid who came in to the hospital with an underlying rare condition. That was the first time I saw the kopiah-clad guy, he's the Dad. The rarity of the boy's condition triggers my interest of course, which led me to talk to the mom, one fine morning. In retrospect, she sure is one awesome lady, talking about her son's condition in details, feeding this final medical student those rare medical knowledge of her son's disease. The boy came in with a breathing difficulty, only to collapse that very night in the hospital, falling into deep coma for the next 28 days, held in ICU the whole time with all the intubation tubes; and it's now day 41 since he woke up, alhamdulillah. But the condition has left him scarred, as he has acquired multiple brain infarction leading him to be half-paralysed now. And here is one mother, being able to talk ever so calmly and brightly; giving me an insight of their lives, behind that smile she put on her face.

Can we imagine ourselves in their shoes? Scratch that. We couldn't even imagine having to face anything even close to that; Having someone you love being so sick, fighting a fight we couldn't even understand, waiting ever so patiently at the bedside, for a very uncertain future? So many questions run through my mind. How is she coping? Who's looking after the other girls at home? How about the younger one, does she misses her mum? Her husband has to be working away every so often to keep the household running, it must've been tiring to go back and forth between work and hospital right? How much are all of these taking a toll on their lives? 

....Are they okay?

Wallahua'lam. Keeping in mind that Allah s.w.t never burdened His creations more than we can bear, prayers is all that I can send them; and this goes out to anyone who's facing any hardships in their lives. May Allah be with all of you, insyaAllah. Meeting these kinds of people definitely put some perspectives into you wouldn't it? Of how much we are whining everyday, of how much useless we are at times, of how simple our problems are, of the fact that we are just not that thankful enough for the lives we're living in.  Astaghfirullah. May Allah forgives;

Cause we just keep. on. forgetting.

For every person that we see, perhaps there's always that little extra story behind them. Maybe if only we knew the weight that everybody is carrying on their shoulders, perhaps then we wouldn't be living in a world;

where everyone is taking advantage of one another, 
where people are only looking for chances to scam others, 
where the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer, 
bound to be laid forgotten. 

But we couldn't see that, and thus all we care about is ourselves, ultimately creating this selfish world we are currently living in. Sadly enough, more often than we wished for, we are a part of that latter group;

Talking about our problems, our lives, 
scurrying to post whatever awesome things in our lives; 
Completely forgetting about others. 
Astaghfirullah.

I don't really know how to end my rambles this time around, but today's incidence pretty much sums up my wake-up call. I was jotting down notes while reading the medical chart of a patient, when this one little girl in her pink tudung came peeking into my notes, her height barely passing the table. So i leaned in closer to entertain her;

                                   "Adik tengok kakak tengah buat apa ni?" (What do you reckon i am doing?)
                                   "Tak tau." (I dont know.) - she grinned sheepishly
                                   "Adik umur berapa tahun?" (How old are you?)
                                   "8 tahun." (8 years old.)
                                   "Adik sakit apa?" (Why are you in the hospital?) - I wasn't thinking straight. =,=''
                                   "Leukaemia" - she answered nonchalantly
                                   ". . . . . . .

And I realized she was only a few beds away from me, taking off her pink tudung later on to reveal her balding head....

Astaghfirullah. 
We all are in dire need of reminders.



فَلَمَّا نَسُوا مَا ذُكِّرُوا بِهِ فَتَحْنَا عَلَيْهِمْ أَبْوَابَ كُلِّ شَيْءٍ
 حَتَّىٰ إِذَا فَرِحُوا بِمَا أُوتُوا أَخَذْنَاهُم بَغْتَةً فَإِذَا هُم مُّبْلِسُونَ

Kemudian apabila mereka melupakan apa yang telah diperingatkan mereka dengannya, 
Kami bukakan kepada mereka pintu-pintu segala kemewahan dan kesenangan, 
sehingga apabila mereka bergembira dan bersukaria dengan segala nikmat yang diberikan kepada mereka,
Kami timpakan mereka secara mengejut (dengan bala bencana yang membinasakan), 
maka mereka pun berputus asa (dari mendapat sebarang pertolongan).
[6:44]


10.12.13

Objects

I've had the chance to watch some interesting clips the last few days. Both suggested by the two anak-anak Zainols (my housemates). One was about the revolution of swimsuit. And the other was actually a movie that Pika had wanted us to watch months back, about human trafficking. So if you guys have the time, do watch them. (Though i wont suggest those who are less than 20 to watch it).  But anyway, what was interesting was how much both of them were interrelated, directing my thoughts to this one word. 

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what's on us, or what's in us? you choose. *wink*


Objects.

Think we've heard of this term associated with women countless times. An object of desire, so they say. And I've never really put much thought in it. But one of the clips mentioned about this study done on male brains. It used pictures of females with a very minimal amount of clothes on; and two results came out. Quoting some part of her talk;

One group showed that a part of the brain that usually associate with tools, lights up upon seeing the pictures. And another group showed a more shocking result, when some part of the brain (the medial pre-frontal lobe) actually showed zero brain activity. And interestingly enough, it's the part of the brain that usually lights up when one is pondering another person's thoughts, feelings, and intentions. The results somewhat concluded that the minimally-covered images provoked these male-brains to associate these women to nothing other than just an object.

Phew. *peluh kecil*

And then i watched the human trafficking video, which highlights the fact that this 'sex industry' wouldn't even exist, if the humans didn't stoop down so low to fulfill their desires. It was a very dark and deep movie, depicting what is still happening around the world, where innocent vulnerable young girls and even kids, are being kidnapped and forced into prostitution. But what gets to me the most was the fact that there are 'customers' for these kinds of filthy things; but i guess it goes back to that one-word answer again, in their eyes, women are just objects, so why would they even care?

Is this a too big of a topic to talk about? Not really. I'd be lying to say Malaysia is a Muslim-filled country free from all these filth. It's all over the news isn't it? where houses a.k.a brothels are barged into by police officers now and then. And even if this industry is not blooming in Malaysia, the concept remains. Little girls are being raped, some are tormented to death, some are victims of their own families. Astaghfirullah wa naudzubillah. But this is the state that we're living in at the moment. When these lurking devils in the form of humans are preying for their objects. 

But the question is, 
why or even how did we become an object?

And while many point fingers to one another, i've always thought males and females both have roles in this 'objectifying' process. And let's face it: the Internet, tv shows, movies, youtube, facebook, instagram, K-Pop and songs; are definitely not helping. And somehow it felt like a new understanding for me, now that I'm thinking back to some verses in the Quran that described clearly what both men and women should do:



قُل لِّلْمُؤْمِنِينَ يَغُضُّوا مِنْ أَبْصَارِهِمْ وَيَحْفَظُوا فُرُوجَهُمْ ذَٰلِكَ أَزْكَىٰ لَهُمْ إِنَّ اللَّهَ خَبِيرٌ بِمَا يَصْنَعُونَ

Katakanlah kepada orang laki-laki yang beriman: 

"Hendaklah mereka menahan pandangannya, dan memelihara kemaluannya; yang demikian itu adalah lebih suci bagi mereka, sesungguhnya Allah Maha Mengetahui apa yang mereka perbuat". 
[24:30]

For men, to lower down his gaze. Come to think of it, they were not asked to think of different things, but an action was needed instead. To lower the gaze, to turn away. After seeing the clip, and to my little understanding, it seems like men have this automatic brain reaction if they were to see things that they shouldn't, and the only way to fight it off is to lower down their gaze. Which is waayyy different than women's reaction for all i know; when we can look at something without having much thought about it, just beautiful birds chirping inside the brain-cage. Heh. It will always be just a theoretical thing for us, for we don't know exactly what kind of things are going on in their brain and the kind of fights that they have to put up. but in my opinion, it wont be easy, cause it's one of the test of faith. But that's them boys' fights. And in the end, iman is the only thing that will push their gaze down. 

And as for women; the next verse that followed was directed to us;


وَقُل لِّلْمُؤْمِنَاتِ يَغْضُضْنَ مِنْ أَبْصَارِهِنَّ وَيَحْفَظْنَ فُرُوجَهُنَّ وَلَا يُبْدِينَ زِينَتَهُنَّ إِلَّا مَا ظَهَرَ مِنْهَا وَلْيَضْرِبْنَ بِخُمُرِهِنَّ عَلَىٰ جُيُوبِهِنَّ وَلَا يُبْدِينَ زِينَتَهُنَّ إِلَّا لِبُعُولَتِهِنَّ أَوْ آبَائِهِنَّ أَوْ آبَاءِ بُعُولَتِهِنَّ أَوْ أَبْنَائِهِنَّ أَوْ أَبْنَاءِ بُعُولَتِهِنَّ أَوْ إِخْوَانِهِنَّ أَوْ بَنِي إِخْوَانِهِنَّ أَوْ بَنِي أَخَوَاتِهِنَّ أَوْ نِسَائِهِنَّ أَوْ مَا مَلَكَتْ أَيْمَانُهُنَّ أَوِ التَّابِعِينَ غَيْرِ أُولِي الْإِرْبَةِ مِنَ الرِّجَالِ أَوِ الطِّفْلِ الَّذِينَ لَمْ يَظْهَرُوا عَلَىٰ عَوْرَاتِ النِّسَاءِ وَلَا يَضْرِبْنَ بِأَرْجُلِهِنَّ لِيُعْلَمَ مَا يُخْفِينَ مِن زِينَتِهِنَّ وَتُوبُوا إِلَى اللَّهِ جَمِيعًا أَيُّهَ الْمُؤْمِنُونَ لَعَلَّكُمْ تُفْلِحُونَ 

Katakanlah kepada wanita yang beriman: "Hendaklah mereka menahan pandangannya, dan kemaluannya, dan janganlah mereka menampakkan perhiasannya, kecuali yang (biasa) nampak dari padanya. Dan hendaklah mereka menutupkan kain kedadanya, dan janganlah menampakkan perhiasannya kecuali kepada suami mereka, atau ayah mereka....Dan janganlah mereka memukulkan kakinya agar diketahui perhiasan yang mereka sembunyikan. Dan bertaubatlah kamu sekalian kepada Allah, hai orang-orang yang beriman supaya kamu beruntung. 

[24:31]

Ironically enough, our test is to avoid the attention. the verse says it all doesn't it? "menampakkan perhiasannya". and like guys, we have this genetically-engineered urge to show off. And with a weak iman, it pretty much leads to whatever that's happening nowadays. when all that we care about is matching clothes, the latest handbags, the flowery hijab-styles, the twirling skirts, the new sweet fragrances, the never ending selfies and portraiture of oneself. Well, it's a never-ending list really. But little did we realize that the more we have on us; the make-up, the scents, the colours, the flamboyant clothes; the more of an object we become. Because more attention are given to what's on us, rather than what's in us; not our emotions, not our perceptions, not our thoughts, let alone our personality. And this is too, a test of faith for us females. It's not easy to fight the urge and temptations, to avoid the attention. But it all goes back to the basics, that we can fight them off with iman.

And so i guess it's a hand-in-hand relationship between us (of course not in the literal sense); Where both men and women have to fight off our genetically-engineered reactions (a.k.a fitrah). And perhaps only then we can start seeing some changes in this huge scary world that we are living in. Hence it's enough to understand why Allah s.w.t set those rules for us in surah An-Nur. It's a fight, within ourselves first and foremost. Cause once and if we stop fighting, we would end up feeding our desires (hawa and nafs) off instead;

ultimately turning men into beasts, and women into objects.

*****
As always, 
reminding others to remind myself. *sobs*
May Allah forever Guides us to and in His Path.
Aamiin ya Rabb.

Wallahua'lam.
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