The Converted American

I was really touched… Mesmerised by the words of a Muslim I was when I sought the truth from him…

An American he is who comes to Singapore. It is only a week before he gets married with a Singaporean and sadly, it is only a matter of time before him and his future wife head back to his homeland. Yet, it has been such a great moment of me to have met and even questioned him out of my curiosity.

As a matter of fact, curiosity has been lingering in my mind all this while… a curiosity which I am dying to know… a curiosity which I feel it is worth of me to seek an answer to it.

And the night came.

A week ago during my night class, I learnt that the fair-complexioned man whose eyes are bright blue is actually a converted –he is an American Muslim! And a while ago, I was walking home with him from this week’s class with the question I had been dreading to ask all this while.

When being asked what made him converted to Islam, it was no ordinary answer he gave –it was not even for the sake of marriage did he convert.

It was the Truth that he sought… the Truth which was a long process for him to obtain… the Truth he is now holding onto his soul, never to let it go even if death bestrides him. And he is truly an exemplary model in life to remind me that there is no other religion which as similitude as Islam, the Right Religion –in a nutshell, the Way of Life… the Way which all livings in the entire universe should adopt as their most precious belief.

Continue reading this post, O Readers especially if you are a Muslim! Do not stop! This piece of story is based on reality, not any fictitious ones which any of you have watched in cinemas!

An American he might be but his odyssey in seeking the Truth is beyond the wildest imagination of any single ordinary-thinking man living around especially in Singapore (I daresay). It was a long process before he finally chose to adopt Islam as his Way of Life, for I believe he spent years before he came to Islam.

He spent his time learning different religions or beliefs and among them was Darwinism (if I remember correctly) before he chose Islam. I was rather impressed when he said that Islam makes lots of sense (in speaking of Truth).

What truly fascinates me is when he said, if I remembered correctly; “I don’t see Islam as a religion –I see it as a Way of Life” and a sudden indescribable happiness swept passed me as I was caught in astonishment over such a reply. All Praises to Allah!

In addition, I was utterly shameful of myself when he conceded that it took him a year to study the Quran! All Praises to Allah the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful!

O my brothers and sisters of Islam! Let this story be reached to your hearts as far as it could go! Let it be revealed and spread among ourselves to serve us a reminder that Islam is the religion of Truth. No! Let me take my words back –Islam is the Way of Life, the Truth, the Light that conquers the darkness in and guidance over a soul who wanders astray!

How shameful it is for us who are already born Muslims when among us are sent for recitations of Quran and yet we do not complete reciting its thirty parts! Yet an American brother, who now embraces Islam fully, could study the Quran within a year along with collecting its verses! Subhanallah!

How shameful it is for us who are already born Muslims when among us are sent for religious classes and yet we gain no knowledge of Islam moreover when it is the Way of Life –the Truth – we are speaking of! Yet an American brother, who spent years of studying different beliefs and religions knows a vast knowledge of Islam, not to mention embracing it fully!

How shameful it is for us who are already born Muslims when among us know not even what Islam is when our brother, a converted, could share with us his vast knowledge about it!

O beloved Brothers and Sisters! Let it be again a reminder over your minds that there is no other Way of Life of than Islam alone! Break not the covenant that has been sent to you as a True Guidance over all that exists and comes from the past, present or future! Let the oath of “There is no God except Allah” be glued to our hearts from the beginning till the end –although there is no end!

Let us be grateful that we do now have the most Truest Guidance of all brought down by our Most Merciful Lord Allah! Let us hesitate not to kneel and cry before Him with our hands raised high in the sky in seeking His Blessings and Forgiveness! Let us constantly remind each other so that we shall never be deviated from the Path of Heaven –the Path of Truth!

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O Allah, You are my Lord! None has the right to be worshipped but You. You created me and I am Your slave, and I am faithful to my covenant and my promise to You as much as I can. I seek refuge with You from all the evil I have done.

I acknowledge before You all the blessings You have bestowed upon me, and I confess to You all my sins. So I entreat You to forgive my sins, for nobody can forgive sins except You!

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Help me with your sound advice. If I follow the right path laid down by God and His Prophet follow me. If I deviate, correct me. Strengthen me with your advice and suggestions. Let us pray for the glory of Islam.

Human

Human is a trinity…
…Of an Animal, Devil and Angel

His Animality…
Fights only for survival…
And roams about his liberty

Aided by Devil…
…He commits sins and iniquity

However, in him is an Angel…
That subdues his Deviltry
…with penitence

A heavenly being is Angel…
…Who commits only good deeds and shows benignity

Among Animal, Devil and Angel
Which are thee?

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• The abovementioned poem created by me is hoped to be served as a remembrance of what we are who we should be including you and me (be like an Angel, pleeeeaaassseee).
• All credits to Imam Ghazali (a friend told me that the description above is one of the things he thought of)
• All Praises be to Allah, Most Gracious Most Merciful for giving me ideas in coming with the poem (purify my soul and cleanse away my sins!)

Let us now move on with our lives with a commitment to improve on ourselves.

Let us change for the better, not the worst.

"Help me with your sound advice. If I follow the right path laid down by God and His Prophet follow me. If I deviate, correct me. Strengthen me with your advice and suggestions. Let us pray for the glory of Islam."

-Caliph Omar Ibn' al-Khattab

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The Lonely Soul In a Misunderstanding and Never-Understanding World

I have being patient all this while... being patient to everything that has occured on me. It's because I know that this is not my world but everyone's world.

But tonight is when I've to confess to everyone that I've had enough... enough of all the misunderstandings taking place all around me especially the unreasonable scoldings I've always been receiving from my mother all this while.

We were only making on our way to Bedok's Corner when my mother spoke harshly to me about reading books while walking. I know it was only a small matter but couldn't she speak more nicely? Yes, I know all of you out there will think of me as someone who complain about especially some who think of me "tak boleh kene siket" (and these group of words have a broad meaning; cannot be joked about or spoke harshly at).

You'll never understand me and will continue to think of me like what I said above because you've never even spare a thought to why people like me behave in such a manner.

You despise the helpless ones out there and even give bad names to people who are suffering from senility WITHOUT even asking yourself what cause them to be that way! And you even have the courage to despise and make wrong judgements of them further.

I don't know why... At times, I am always scolded unreasonably at home. I, just like many of you out there, am stressed of having lots of thoughts in my mind and workloads to be done. Sometimes, I was scolded when I just got home from -anywhere! I was like "I just came back, tired of what I'd done outside! Can't you give me a break?"

Honestly, my mom and I had two rows of arguments tonight -one was on the way for a family dinner while the other during the dinner itself. They were just trivia but come to think about it, I'd always been the victim of them!

Like I said, I'm always scolded reasonably and when I answered back (although I confessed that I was harsh too but -hey, why must she spoke to me in a harsh voice without even speaking to me nicely? That would make me sit down and listen to her melodious voice!), she would throw these words:

"Eh! Jawab baik-baik!" that's what she retorted, if I could remember correctly. In English, the dialogue means; reply (or speak) nicely.

I would then reply; "You always spoke harshly!" and I'm not going to give an exact Malay translation in hopes of not getting involved in Fitnah (making accusations).

What's next was, she would often say; "Does that mean you've to speak harshly as well?" And honestly, she would often add "An insolent child!" and that part obviously means well "Anak kurang-ajar!" in Malay.

I just can't take it anymore! I didn't mean to scold anyone but I always ask myself this; how can I be a good child when my mother, the one whom I sympathise of the sufferings she's in through from years of migraine, did not show me a good example?

I know that she's been giving all the provisions I need... But as a child, I need more than that... I need a role model to show good examples... I've been wondering... Am I being too patient because my father is one?

Really, every night, my heart saddens while busy with my laptop (and she's on the dinner table) when I heard her cried: "Sakitnye kepale ni... Bile lah nak baik..." (My head is so painful... When will this end...).

Every night, I watch her taking the same pills over again and again in hopes of obliterating the agony she's been suffering from migraine all these years. As I watch, my heart gains more sympathy towards the dear woman who gave birth to me. I grow more grateful to all the sacrifices she's made for me that I'd even started washing most of the plates and cups almost every night before I go to bed to ease her burden a little.

But just imagine if you, putting yourself in my shoes, being falsely accused and scolded unreasonably at times -I've bore patience for quite some time... towards my family... towards the world... towards the realisations I've learnt from this beautiful-but-ugly world!

I wondered what makes my brother often says to my mother that she'll never understand him and I've finally found the reason why -because she's never been understanding! You never know -my brother too has personal problems and I desire not to share with anyone about as I do have a deep concealed dignity for him. And now... I'm just facing the same situations as he'd ever done. My brother is an adult of early 30s, if I'm not mistaken... He's working just like any other adults of his age. SO, don't think that his problems are/were as trivia as yours especially the teenagers out there.

I'm really sincere in loving this world and even as I speak, no one will EVER understand me! Among you, there will be people who will say about me; "Si dia ni berbual 'world'" or "macam paham aje"

In translation: "He speaks as if he's clever" and "as if he understands"

Weeks ago or even a month ago, if my calculations do not fail me, a friend whom I've only found out she's my distant relative told me this:

"ure doing something good n nice n u tell ppl abt it

"isnt it the same as.. boast? bangga diri?

"actions speaks louder my dear

"u dont have to tell just do ppl will know"

But if any of you realise, there are at times whereby sincerity is inexpressible that even if you display it, others may have a wrong perspective of you... They, the people of the world, won't just understand you!

I want to love my mother as someone who's ever suffered for 9 months of bearing me in her womb, who's breastfed me, who's cooked most of my favourite dishes daily and everything else that a lovely mother has sacrificed for her child.

But she just won't understand... Scolding me, accusing me unreasonably even outside! I know that some of you out there hate me and even worst, don't even bother about correcting my mistakes, claiming that "you should follow your heart" (do villains follow their hearts to find out if they are in the wrong? Do unknowledgeable people like me know what's my mistakes? If I do, I would have discovered the piles of sins I've committed a few seconds ago!).

You know what? Everytime I replied or spoke harshly back to my mother, a deep remorse would linger within me. But nobody sees it saved Allah! In my prayers, I would pray for my parents. But nobody sees me! When I led a congregational prayer, I've never recited prayers for them unless I'm on my own!

I wept... I cried... in seeking forgiveness from the One who is Oft-Forgiving... but nobody realises it because I'm ALL alone in my room! I even hide away my tears from everyone, possibly because they won't understand me or I don't want to burden them. I skipped Silat training at times just because to avoid my mother's nag about attending for it (possibly because I'd skipped the weekly lessons of recitation of Quran in the past).

There was once she ran amok.. I wept and only my brother understood me of my burdens for school moreover I am now a tertiary student. That was on the day when I first bought my first hard disk.

What makes me think alot... This world as it is... Full of sins it has been... Dirted by the hands of we, humans, it has been... Aged people or "worthless ones" such as the beggars are lay forlorn in the streets...

It's because of my observations about this world that renders me lots of thoughts... I've always want to learn about the purpose of my existence and Islam has led me to all this through the world. It's hard for me to explain everything as my life is truly complicated...

I've my destiny. At the same time, I've my ambitions. Yet, I've less clues in how to fulfill them both being lost in both worlds of Destiny and Freedom. I want my freedom... yet I just couldn't! I envy of people outside there who roam about their freedom WITHOUT even sparing a thought of the unfortunate ones... without even thinking about their future... without even knowing if what they are doing is right or wrong as they lead a life similitude to animals; living just to survive by all means without even embroiding it meaningfully.

I know that there are people out there who have undergone worst than in my state and that's why I want to help them! I don't know... but I guess I'm created for this purpose... This is my existence... I've sinned throughout my life... I want to repent... I don't know if my sins have been forgiven and that's why I'm doing all this! At the same time, it's human nature to help others...

NO! I'm a good person AT ALL! I'm a bad one! I've hurt the feelings of the girl whom I've falling in love with all this while... For time she's beein avoiding me and the fact that she's graduated from my tertiary now renders me into a life of gloom. I've my parents feelings... I feel as though it'd best to leave everyone so that no one would be at harm...

I just do whatever I could... to help others... to fulfil my destiny and turn my dreams into reality...

I don't want attention...

I don't need compliments and flatteries...

I don't want people to help me as I know they're all busy with their own lives...

I don't need or want people to create a memorial or write an epitath on my tombstone...

I don't want to be glorified...

I don't want people to know I really am... To those who think of me as immatured, I would like to thank you as I've succeeded in concealing my true identity...

I just want people to understand me of all the pain I've been through...

But as I say so... nobody would... because after all... the one who face all these troubles is me... not you or any of those who know me...

I love Allah... But I don't want to love my mother just because of Him -I want to love her and the rest of the world as my sense of gratitude to what I've been flourished with...

I love this world... and that's why I want to help you out there especially my Muslim friends who have not started even to be obliged by the Commandments of Allah... Come to thin about them, I'm of no different from them. No -I'm EVEN WORST than them! While I've knowledge about religion, I do still commit sins... How different am I to them, who do not even know anything? It is an irony if you can think of a someone who has knowledge but doesn't imply what he's learnt compared to those who don't have any...

I love everyone in this world... Whenever I want to hate someone, I am forced to like that person... I don't know why... I don't even understand why... Or rather, I don't even understand why I restraint my hatred from spreading like worms in computers or viruses... Whether is it because of the kind treatments given by the beloved Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) on a particular Jew despite hurting him so much, I don't know...

I care for everyone... And I don't want to share my problems with anyone at all...

I can't hate anyone... not to mention despising as well... If I do, then I am of no different -or EVEN WORST- than a madman running down the street. While he is senile, wandering about without any conscience, I am here being sinful when my mind is clear and full of conscience...

I don't need any sympathy... I just need understanding...

I don't need an eptipath or praises...

I don't need happiness or enjoyment, for they lie in the result of me succeeding in helping others and pleasing my Lord.

I don't need people to thank me... for I'm just fulfilling my destiny as who I am...

Let me help you when you're in need... Understand me when you are given the chance to do so... Pray for my happiness in this world and the Hereafter when you've the chance to do so...

Blame me not but guide me to right path with every sin and mistake committed by me...

Let me love with you with all my heart despite whoever you are...

Please... let me understand you... all of you...

I don't care whoever or wherever you are... just let me love you...

Should any of you witness my death, burn my corpse into ashes and cast half of the amount onto the sea and the other half onto the land. Verily, I'm ashamed of confronting Allah of all the sins I've done in this world...

Be A Good Youth

May Allah bless me with sincerity as I create a new poem below...
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The Aged sways away...
...By the Youngs Ones who have gone astray
The New World is filled with arrogance
And its dwellers full of ignorance

O Teenagers!
Our future Ambassadors...
...Whose responsibility is to guide others...
...And turn them into Successors!

Why bother about the latest fashions...
...And getting involve in unnecessary indulgence...
....When you can create a World of Magnificence...
...With your future awaits you in the horizon?

What's with BGR...
....When you can't even save someone with CPR?

What's with the unnecessary waste of money...
...When you know that you are just being folly?
Wasting your money on beauty?
Isnt' that silly?

Aren't you, Youths, being crazy?
I am sorry
I wish everyone could live meaningfully...
...Not being lazy and roaming about their freedom freely

O Teenagers!
Our future Ambassadors...
...Where responsibility is to guide others...
...And turn them into Successors!

Awaken your sense from the depths of Arrogance!
Leave the Life of Ignorance!
See the World with your senses!
And start now your journey to become True Leaders!

The Inner Beauty

All that is gold does not glitter

Beauty may be at an exterior...

...But impure in the interior

While Mortal Roses do wither...

...Clean Hearts never waver

It is up to you, readers, to interpret the meaning of this poem.

In reality, physical beauty is beyond the word of worthless if the heart is naught but full of dirt.

Thus, do not choose friends over outer beauty but the heart of gold.

A Blind Man may be full of humbleness while a man whose sense of sight is keen may be arrogant.

A Deaf Man may be an artist of knowledge while a man whose sense of hearing is sharp may be ignorant as he refuses to listen what matters to him.

An Unfortunate Beggar is grateful of what he has while a wealthy man whose fortunes keep flowing endlessly like the river keeps proudness and greed in his heart.

The person whom you love because of inner beauty but lack of physical appearance is an infinite times greater than the person whom you love because of outer beauty (sadly, this applies to friends too).

Remember: "I am not proud of who I am but I am grateful of what I have."

1429H, The New Islamic Year

Comes now a New Year...
...As we grow older...
...With Death looms nearer
Never should we let our Faith falter
But raise it Higher

In the New Year...
...Let not our Faith falter
...But raise it Higher...
...For Allah whom we love & fear

Do not wither!
For we shall seek the Path of Heaven together
So that we can abide in the Paradise of Hereafter!

O Muslims from all over the continents and regions of the World! I wish you ALL a BLISSFUL NEW YEAR OF ISLAM 1429H!

Let us together increase our Faith, love and fear in Allah S.W.T, the Most Gracious, Most Merciful! Let us make a new Hijrah by committing less sins (I have no idea how it is possible NOT to commit any sins, anyway), be steadfast in our Prayers and increase our acts of Good Deeds. Let us make committments and start fulfilling them!

May Allah shower us with His blessings! May Allah rise us from fallen and strive for the best and Greater Good! May Allah purify our souls and cleanse our sins away!

"Then you remember Me; I will remember you. Be grateful to Me, and do not reject Faith."
- Al-Baqarah, verse 152