Masalah Itu Tarbiyyah

Posted: April 14, 2010 in Luahan, PMIUPM

Saat saya menulis entry ini, hati sememangnya tidak tenang. Sedih, sebak dan tak tergambar dengan perkataan. Masalah bertimpa-timpa sejak kebelakangan ini. Rasa tidak  tertanggung. Kadang-kadang, tidak sanggup lagi diri untuk melihat dan mendengar apa yang berlaku di sekeliling saya ini. Bermacam-macam ragam manusia ini.

Bukan senang hendak memimpin. ‘Kullukum ra’in, wa kullukum mas’ulun ra’iyyatan’ sentiasa menjadi peringatan buat diri tapi kadang-kadang masih lagi alpa. Di bahu tergalas amanah yang cukup berat dan tidak layak rasanya diri ini untuk memikul amanah seberat ini. Tidak terdaya dengan kemampuan. Setiap kesalahan bakal menerima kritikan dan teguran yang keras tetapi dikuatkan hati kerana memimpin bukan untuk meminta penghormatan manusia semata-mata tetapi menjadi pewaris risalah Rasulullah s.a.w. Bila difikirkan kembali, tak apalah. Kritikan untuk membina diri.

Sejak akhir-akhir ini, saya banyak menerima teguran dari sahabat-sahabat. Mungkin sudah terlalu banyak kesalahan. Tidak kira sahabat sekuliah mahupun dari jemaah, masing-masing selalu memberi teguran. Teguran tanda sayang. Itu yang membuatkan saya serba salah dan malu dengan diri. Tidak layak diri ini untuk memimpin sekiranya diri sendiri masih belum terpimpin. Di dalam akademik, terhimpit dengan beribu masalah. Kadang-kadang, sahabat sekuliah tidak tahu tugas kita dan kita pula tidak mampu untuk memahamkan diri mereka. Yang terdaya, cuma mampu mencuba sedaya mungkin untuk mengelakkan fitnah.

Terkenang saat bermuhasabah bersama seorang sahabat pimpinan juga, terdetik di hati dia dan terluah juga kata-kata yang dia juga tidak mampu. Dari susuk perbadinya, saya akui dia seorang yang hebat tetapi dia juga berkata yang dia tidak mampu. Terus saya cuba untuk menilai apa yang ada pada diri saya ini. Kami sedar apa yang khilaf tentang kami adalah tarbiyyah fardhiyyah. Masih banyak yang kurang. Seperti apa yang naqib kami sampaikan pada sesi usrah yang lepas bahawa pimpinan ini perlu berada satu level yang lebih tinggi dari ahli dan rakyatnya. Jadi, amalan-amalan dan tarbiyyah fadhiyyah juga perlu diperhebatkan.

“Kota Konstantinopel akan ditawan oleh sebaik-sebaik pemimpin, dengan sebaik-baik tentera dan sebaik-baik rakyat”.

Itu hadith Rasulullah 800 tahun sebelum Konstantinopel ditawan. Betapa banyak usaha penawanan yang dilakukan tetapi gagal sehinggalah tiba saat seorang anak muda untuk merealisasikannya. Tetapi ia bukanlah semudah yang disangka. Persiapan yang dilakukan Sultan Muhammad Al-Fateh bukan sedikit. Dari tarbiyyah dirinya sehinggalah rakyatnya. Ada suatu ketika baginda ingin memilih imam untuk solat pertama di masjid Ayyan Sofia, baginda bertanyakan perihal tarbiyyah fardhiyyah tenteranya untuk layak menjadi imam.

Tidak tahulah. Mungkin ada yang merasakan itu bukan masalahnya, tapi pada saya itu masalah pokoknya. Kalau pemimpinnya haru-biru, maka rakyatnya caca merbalah. Lalu banyaklah teguran-teguran yang dilakukan bukan pada medium yang sesuai. Pada saya, silapnya pada diri saya. Kalau hubungan dengan Allah betul-betul dijaga, maka hubungan dengan manusia, insyaAllah tiada masalah. Kerana hati hambanya milik yang maha kuasa. Allah itu maha Adil. Kalau masalah tidak datang, masakan saya sedar semua ini. Teguran dan kasih sayang Allah hadir melalui masalah. Kerana masalah itu tarbiyyah..

“Allah tidak membebani seseorang melainkan sesuai dengan kesanggupannya.”- Al-Baqarah:286

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“Bacalah dengan (menyebut) nama TuhanMu yang Menciptakan” – Al-‘Alaq:1



Salam Mujahadah buat sahabat sekalian..

Alhamdulillah masih lagi dikurniakan dengan nikmat Islam, iman dan taqwa. Beberapa hari yang lalu saya telah berkesempatan untuk menjengah ke Pesta Buku Antarabangsa Kuala Lumpur yang sedang hangat berlangsung di PWTC. Dengan berbekalkan sedikit fulus yang masih tinggal, saya ke sana bersama dengan seorang sahabat. Sudah sedia maklum bahawa waktu bekerja adalah waktu yang paling kurang sesak, saya memilih untuk ke sana dengan menaiki kenderaan awam iaitu KOMUTER.

Alhamdulillah ia seperti yang kami jangka. Sepanjang perjalanan, saya menghitung ‘booth’ yang ingin saya lawati terlebih dahulu bersesuaian dengan waktu yang singkat. ‘Booth’ yang paling awal singgah di kepala saya adalah PTS. Tidak hairanlah kerana PTS telah menggempur acara promosi ‘booth’ mereka habis-habisan ketika tempoh pra Pesta Buku lagi. Melalui rangkaian elektronik dan juga media, mereka mempromosikan habis-habisan produk mereka.  Terlalu meriah sehinggakan ada yang sanggup turun dari utara semata-mata untuk membeli sebuah buku keluaran PTS. Saya? Saya sendiri adalah menyediakan senarai buku-buku yang bakal dimiliki. Buku yang telah lama saya simpan hasrat untuk miliki.

Setiba di PWTC, saya mula menghitung waktu. Bukan apa, perlu menjengah ke ‘booth’ yang lebih aula dahulu. Namun, sebaik melihat sahaja buku-buku, saya menjadi rambang mata. Teringat kembali pesanan rakan sekelas yang telah datang terlebih dahulu ke pesta ini. “Kau akan rambang mata sebaik melihat buku walaupun telah menyediakan list”. Benar. Dahsyat sungguh penangan pesta ilmu ini.

Merenung kembali saat-saat saya di awal persekolahan, setiap kali tiba sahaja Pesta Buku, setiap sekolah akan mengadakan lawatan ke Pesta Buku. Waktu itu, saya sendiri tidak mengerti mengapa perlu ke sana tetapi apa yang menyeronokkan adalah banyak gerai yang menjual makanan dan belon. Meriah! Masih terkesan di ingatan, buku pertama yang saya beli adalah ‘Tragedi Bukit Kepong’ yang ketika itu agak tebal untuk bacaan murid darjah empat. Tetapi dari situlah bermulanya minat saya dalam pembacaan. Berganjak usia, mula beralih arah kepada bahan bacaan yang lebih bersifat fiksyen dan saintifik . minat yang masih disimpan sehingga ke hari ini. Saya juga seperti remaja yang lain. Melalui saat ‘gatal’ dan membaca novel-novel jiwang terutamanya terbitan Alaf 21. Pembekal utama adalah makcik yang berusia hampir sebaya dengan saya. Namun minat itu terhenti ketika lewat belasan tahun. Terlalu sibuk barangkali. Kini saya menjengah kembali ke pesta yang sama tetapi dengan pandangan dan kemeriahan yang jauh sekali berbeda. Namun itulah satu proses kehidupan dan perjalanan seorang makhluk.

Berpusing-pusing di sekitar PWTC sambil merenung ragam-ragam manusia, membuatkan saya tidak sedar bahawa waktu telah pun lewat petang. Setelah membelanjakan sedikit wang untuk membeli beberapa buku, saya melangkah pulang dengan hasrat untuk datang lagi jika ada waktu yang lapang. Terlalu luas ruang pesta ini. Sehinggakan tidak terdaya saya untuk menjengah ke semua ‘booth’. Apa pun kehadiran ke Pesta Buku kali ini menjanjikan satu kepuasan kepada diri saya walaupun tidak mampu meneliti ke seluruh buku yang ada, tetapi melihat timbunan buku-buku yang begitu banyak sudah cukup bermakna bagi saya…

*Sangat terharu mendengar kisah dua adik-beradik yang memecahkan tabung untuk membeli buku dan kisah pakcik dari Utara yang datang ke bandar besar ini hanya untuk membeli sebuah buku.

SONGKOK..

Posted: Mac 19, 2010 in Karya

He looked at the sky. Dark,bloated and looked like a big monster who just found its first prey for the day. Very fierce and tyrant. Umar packed his stuff and was ready to go home. Luck was not with him again today. He did not understand why his stuff could not be sold because he knew that he lived in his own land, his own country. So, he believed the stuff that he sold is an identity for this land. If not, why would people dare to queue up to buy it during festival? As he passed by a Mamak restaurant in front of Low Yatt, he accidentally heard a P.Ramlee song. He had quickly sprinted to that crowded space and watched it. Umar is the P.Ramlee’s number one fan. ‘If’ P.Ramlee’s movie is aired on tv, he would never miss it. He did however miss it once when ‘Sarjan Hassan’ was on tv, he regretted it as if he had lose his beautiful wife or like a gambler who just lose money. He believed that P.Ramlee is a real hero for the malay and Malaysia as a whole as he could instill the ‘muhibbah’ spirit in Malaysian during his time through his movie and song. He remembered that P.Ramlee was a phenomenon in Malaya with his ‘songkok senget’. His dream was waked up by a thunder out there. He had almost forgot that he needed to go home faster. If not, he would be absolutely wet.

            That night, he sat at verandah while waiting for his mother, Mak Mah coming back from her ‘warung’in Kg. Baru. His father passed away 5 years ago because of leukemia and until then, his mother had taken over his father’s role. Mak Mah ran a ‘warung’ selling ‘Nasi Lemak Antarabangsa’ nearby their house. He looked at a mango tree next to a gate senselessly. Actually, something else haunted his mind. He could not solve why people did not need songkok nowadays. He still remembered when he was a small naïve child; his father would always buy him a new songkok called ‘songkok gunung’. He was very happy because that songkok was worn by Allahyarham Tan Sri P.Ramlee in ‘Anakku Sazali, Everytime they went to ‘pekan’, his father would wear him songkok. They rode bicycle while singing ‘Bujang Lapuk’ song and when they reached a verse ‘bau asam ketiak sapa busuk’, they would laugh together. It was a great memory. He admired P.Ramlee so much and although he never had a chance to see P.Ramlee but his character lived in himself. Suddenly, he heard that his named was called. Far away from his sight, he could see a figure. “Oh Rokiah! She must be from ‘surau’” he said to himself. He actually liked Rokiah and what a coincidence, Rokiah is a name of P.Ramlee’s wife in ‘Anakku Sazali’. For him, Rokiah is not like other teenage girls nowadays. Unlike them, Rokiah is a gentle, shy and pious. She had been educated by her father who is an ‘imam’ for this village. Her family is respected by the villagers as for they are rich, generous and nice to other people. Rokiah came to give him extra bubur lambuk from surau. “Oh, I forgot that tonight is Friday night.” He mumbled to himself. “Thank you,Rokiah. Please send my regard to your father.” He said. “Okay.You are welcome. Send my regard to your mother too.” She smiled and went back. “Hi bubur lambuk! I did not see you for a long time. Beware!.”he mumbled. As he started to eat, his mother came home. As he always did, he shook hand with her and gave her a drink. He always did that as he believed that our lives would not be blessed if we did not respect our mother. No matter how succeed we are, no matter respected we are and no matter how rich we are, our mother is our paradise. He told his mother that he could not sell any songkok again. His mother advised him to be patient because people nowadays are not like before. “People nowadays are ‘merdeka’. That is why they were wearing dresses which are designed by Gucci, Giorgio Armani and Levi’s. As they are ‘merdeka’, they can do anything they want. They can kill people, they can have sex with anyone they want, they can give bribe, they can put people in the jail although that people is innocent and they can misuse their power to oppress weak people. It is all because we are already ‘merdeka’. So, we are free to do anything that we want.” She explained. Umar felt sad as he heard her mother’s explanation. He knew that she was sad as her father was the one of independence warrior 60 years ago together with Pak Lah’s father, Haji Ahmad Badawi. She knew that it is not easy to get independence. Umar was regret telling his mother about the songkok. He made his mother sad. Mak Mah slowly walked into her room and disappeared from Umar’s sight. He slowly took a deep breathe and sighed.

As usual, Umar rode his bike to Bukit Bintang. However, not as usual, there was a gang who sat at his common ‘shop’. From far away, he thought that it was a Chinese gang as they had long blonde hair, wearing whatever chains all over their bodies, and torn jeans. Surprisingly, they can speak Malay like the Malay. He was amazed and impressed. Malaysian Chinese can speak Malay very well. He can hear it clearly. “Lu lambat la bai” one of them said. “Wei rileks laa bro. Aku ada hal dengan awek aku tadi. Merajuk” the later boy replied. Later on, he saw a teenage girl around 14 years old approaching the group. She later was hugged by the late boy fondly and she allowed it. Umar confused because the girl looked like Malay but she wore a spaghetti and short skirt. The important thing, she should be in class and studying. Umar kept observing them. He forgot his usual mission. 5 minutes later, they went away. Umar took over their place and did his work like before. He saw a girl was running in tears. He looked at her and tried to help her but she refused and ran away. He could not do anything nd continued selling. As he was selling, the previous scene kept haunted his mind. A lot of questions came and urged him to give answers. He could not believe that a Chinese could speak Malay very well. He was hardly believed that a teenager did not have to go school. A lot of people passed by his ‘shop’ everyday and he could see a lot of behavior. He had once seen a couple kissed in a car and almost took off their shirt. The girl’s head suddenly disappeared and he did not know whatever job she was doing down there. As the man saw Umar was observing them, he started the engine and sped off. He could not find the answer why people look so sick. He really wanted to solve it as he wanted to cure them. He was pity of them. Despite of having wealth, they couLd not afford to prevent themselves from this illness. He let the questions ended there and continued doing his work. As he brushed songkok, suddenly he was kicked from the back. He was writhing on the street. It was the gang. He saw the boys said something to him and they beat him furiously. He could not do anything. The only thing he saw before he fainted was his songkoks were kicked and stepped by them. “No!!”He felt like he was dying and suddenly he lose his sight.

 

Three weeks later, he continued his work like before. However, he changed to sell songkok to Jalan Duta. Mak Mah forced him because she was afraid that the gang would look for him again. He could not say anything and followed Mak Mah’s advice. One day, as Umar rode his bike to Jalan Duta, he saw an accident. A proton wira had knocked the road divider. It was a horror accident. The driver died and the passenger who was around 50s injured badly. He could see the victim was suffering due to the injury. He quickly called the ambulance. The passenger was gasping for air. Based on his experience in Red Crescent society, it might be caused by blood clot in his esophagus. So, he took a pen and stabbed the passenger’s neck. As the blood flows, the passenger became better. Later on, he heard an ambulance’s siren. “Thank god!” his heart said. As the ambulance arrived, the medical attendants quickly took the victim into the ambulance. Umar went away from the scene as he needed to do his work. He hoped that the uncle would be saved. “O Allah,save him”..

Umar was resting at verandah while enjoying the evening. That evening, he did not work as he did not take a rest for along time. His mother advised him to take a rest because she was still worried with his condition after the black tragedy. He could not believe that people nowadays did not appreciate life at all. If they did not like one people, they could just take away his life. Yesterday, Pak Said’s nephew from the next village died after he was beaten on his way back from school. Police believed that it was done by his senior who dissatisfied with him due to his action. Pak Said’s nephew was a prefect at school and he knew him very well. He was a good child. Maybe he had reported something to his teacher and it caused the senior being punished by the teacher. He did not know and it is just his assumption. It was the same story that had been written in the newspaper everyday. Suddenly, Umar remembered the old man whom he saved that day.”How is he? Is he safe? Umar wondered.“Assalamualaikum..” the greet had awaken him from his dream. He saw a man with tidy and neat dress and he looked funny with his short moustache. Umar laughed silently. “Is this Umar bin Abdul Aziz’s house” asked the man. “Yes, it is his house. Why?” replied Umar to that man with a lot of questions started playing in his mind. “May I see him?” asked that man. “ I am Umar bin Abdul Aziz” admitted Umar. “Can you follow me? Dato’ Abu Bakar wants to see you.” said that man. “Dato’ Abu Bakar? Who is he? Why does he want to see me?” asked Umar again. “You just follow me first and you will know once you see him. He orders me not to tell you who is he. I am just following his order.” replied the man. “Okay, let me take my shirt first” said Umar..

Umar was blaming himself of not recognizing the old man that day. He was ashamed. How could he do not recognize that the man he saved was a member of parliament? He was a minister. That Dato’ invited him to his house to thank him for saving his life. Umar told him that it was his responsibility as a human being and it is Allah who saved his life. The Dato’ was impressed by Umar’s answer and he was wondered that there is still a young boy who is pure and had not been polluted by the ideologies created by uncivilized person. It was not only him. Umar also impressed with him as Dato’ Abu Bakar was a low-profile minister. His house just a simple bungalow he had only a car, Proton Perdana V6. He saw a lot of religious book at his bookshelves and photos of going to Mecca with his family. Umar felt touched as he never thought that there is still a family who really alerts with religion. Even his father never had a chance to step that sacred land. He kept a dream to go to that sacred land with his mother. That is why he struggled to earn more money. Dato’ Abu Bakar asked him to have dinner together. Umar just smiled.

After dinner, Umar asked for permission to go home. Dato’ Abu Bakar asked him to stay there for a night but Umar said that he was afraid that his mother would be alone at home. Dato’ Abu Bakar hardly let him to go back. He was just admired this young boy very much. If only his sons did not die in an accident 5 years ago, he was sure that they would be like him. Full of spirit. Suddenly, Umar’s mobile phone rang. Dato’ Abu Bakar was not sure what he was talking but he could see Umar shook his head. After Umar finished his conversation,  Dato’ Abu Bakar asked what is it about. “My mother will not be coming home. She has ‘rewang’ in the next village because there will be a wedding ceremony tomorrow.” said Umar. Dato’ Abu Bakar smiled and said “So, you can spend your night here and tomorrow I will ask my driver to send you home, okay?”. Once again Umar just smiled. Before he rested his eyes, something was playing in his mind. “If we have this kind of leader, how can Kuala Lumpur turn into sin city?hmmm..world..”. In his sleep, Umar was dreaming about his late father and in his dream he came with a clean faithful face. Umar really missed his father and he cried when he met him. However, his dream was interrupted by a sound. When he listened carefully, it is a sound of people reciting Al-Quran. He quickly woke up as he thought it is already Subuh. “Oh, it is just 3am.” . Umar felt touched once again and he cried. He was grateful to Allah that he had a chance to meet with Dato’ Abu Bakar. He realized that not all people had lost in their way to race in this materialistic stage. There are still people who are being humble and maintain their faith and fear to Allah. At the same moment, Dato’ Abu Bakar was praying. In his pray, he said “O Allah, the most gracious and merciful, I was grateful that you had met me with this young boy. O Allah, even though you had tested my faith by taking away my children, you had gifted me with this young boy. You show him the right path, and avoid him from the world’s tribulation. You make him the next Umar ibn Abdul Aziz, the great leader of Islam. Amin”..

That morning, they had breakfast together. Nasi Lemak and teh tarik. “A minister eats Nasi Lemak for his breakfast” Umar said to himself. He thought that a rich people would eat a western food for his breakfast as that has always been shown in tv. “I heard that you own a business.” said Dato’. “Not a big business. Just selling songkok at the road side.” replied Umar and he wondered how he knew. “Okay, at least it is an honest business.” said Dato’. “I want to buy your songkok for an event next month. So, I want to book around 100 thousands songkok. Can you make it?”he added. “What?100 thousands? Yes Dato’. This is the first time I got reservation in a big amount.” replied Umar happily. “And everytime I want to buy songkok, I want to book it from you,okay?”asked Dato’. “Yes, Dato’.For sure. Thank you,Dato’.” said Umar. “You are welcome” replied Dato’ Abu Bakar and slowly he said “Thank you for coming to this world”..And at the same moment Umar also said slowly “At last, there is a person who still remember our root”..

 

* Cerita ini ditulis sewaktu saya berada di semester 4 tahun pengajian. Merupakan salah satu tugasan saya. Mendapat inspirasi selepas membaca satu artikel berkenaan ‘Songkok’ di satu tabloid tempatan.

Bermula Sebuah Perjalanan

Posted: Mac 15, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

“Dan tidak aku ciptakan jin dan manusia melainkan untuk beribadah”-Ad-Dzariyyat:56

Salam Mujahadah…

Bermula sudah perjalanan saya sebagai seorang penulis blog. Satu hajat yang telah lama terbit di hati tapi baru ditunaikan. Bukan tidak mahu tapi faktor masa dan keadaan yang tidak mengizinkan. Betapa beberapa sahabat juga telah kerap kali bertanya bilakah akan lahirnya bekas tangan maya saya ini. Jawapan saya tetap sama. Sehinggalah pada suatu pagi, saya merealisasikan juga hajat ini. Boleh jadi, inilah medan bicara saya bersama sahabat-sahabat di UPM setelah pulang ke Johor Bahru nanti..Buat sahabat, saya mohon teguran dan tunjuk ajar buat insan yang baru bertatih dalam medan penulisan ini..

p/s:  Sekadar medan dan platform bagi anak muda ini untuk berkongsi pendapat dan melontarkan buah fikiran dalam membangunkan ummat..