Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Pious Wife

22 April 2010, Thursday 

Marriage to her is one half of the deen,
The benefit Allah has put in her is yet to be seen.
She wears her hijab for her Lord, to please and obey,
She turns to Allah for solat at least five times each day.

She prays in the night and makes sure to awake you,
And sprinkles you with water if sleep should overtake you.

She protects her chastity with firmness because she does not desire,
To displease Allah and end up in the tormenting fire.

She asks the people who know when matters need to be rectified,
She is not blinded by self righteousness and foolish pride.

She is humble and kind to her husband as Allah has commanded,
Never leaving him alone, isolated, nor stranded.

She opens her mouth only to say what is best,
Not questioning her husband when he makes a request.

She takes care of herself and never ceases to try,
To beautify herself so to please his eye.

She is a pleasure Allah has given to us in this life,
Be thankful to Allah alone for His blessing,

Don't all Muslim men wish they too can have a Pious Wife?
May Allah make all Muslim women, in particular my daughter, my sisters and me from amongst the above, Amin, Ya Rabbal'alamin

The Pious Husband

22 April 2010, Thursday

Marriage to him is one half of the deen,
To please Allah (swt) is more than a dream.

He wears his beard for his Lord, to please and obey,
He turns to Allah (swt) for solat at least five times a day.

He prays in the night and makes sure to wake you,
And strives during daylight to provide and protect you.

He lowers his gaze with firmness because he does not desire,
To displease Allah (swt) and face His just ire,

He asks advice from the ummah, and his wife too,
Before making decisions that he might later rue.

To his wife he is humble and always most kind,
Sharing his burdens with strength and clear mind.

He opens his mouth only to say what is best,
Weighing all options ‘fore denying a request.

He takes care of himself and family too
Knowing that Allah (swt) will see them through.

He is a pleasure from Allah (swt) above
Be thankful to Allah (swt) and His blessings through love.

Don't all Muslimah wish they too can have a Pious Husband? May Allah make all Muslim men, in particular my husband, sons and brothers from amongst the above, Amin, Ya Rabbal'alamin.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Love's melody overflowing from my heart's piano

19 April 2010, Monday

sayang, today you add another year to your life
today, i love you more than life itself
loving you i truly adore
i could not ask, ask for more.

i never can find the right words to say,
i just go with the flow each and everyday.

i never knew there could be love like this,
in a world full of chaos, its always you i miss.

if there was one thing I could ask Allah for,
i would tell him that its you i adore.

my heart skips a beat when i hear the door,
because i know its you coming back for more.

since we had the four kittos together,
i know we can withstand any kind of weather.

i will pray to Allah
i will make doa for us,
so that Allah s.w.t will bless the kids' and our lives.

you have the key to my heart,
you unlocked it so now we can never part.

my heart painted an ancient song
but for us there won’t be an eternity
but no matter what we will try and try
and I’m sure we will always remain happy…

so if you listen very close
there is a special symphony
from someone’s heart piano
is where you’ll find love’s melody.

you are someone I love
i’ll keep on looking at you.

there are things I can’t say
for now love’s melody will do
the feelings I can’t convey
i stand by them, singing in soprano.

so listen to my love’s melody
overflowing from my heart’s piano........
happy birthday sayang
i will always love you....

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Kalau dahi tak mencecah sejadah di dunia....

15 April 2010, Thursday

I sometime listen to Radio Ikim which provides interesting, useful and beneficial contents to inspire listeners, especially those who are feeling melancholic, low-spirited and disconsolate. And, as it so happened, when I tuned in to this  frequency, I was mesmerised by the rendition of a poem which touched my very soul.
I could feel each verse delving into the very core of my being. I could feel a deep sense of regret,  a feeling of repentance, a feeling of compunction and a pang of conscience, and my thoughts immediately centred and focused on The Creator, The Exalted, Allah, s.w.t.
At that very moment, I felt really small, a minute being, a lost soul in a  huge and deep ocean. I felt I was drowning. I felt pulled under, I felt breathless. I felt the end was near, but  the Almighty, Allah, s.w.t. saved me. Allah s.w.t., the Gracious salvaged and resuscitated me. I was revived.
This beautiful poem addresses solat. A delightful sonnet that posed many questions to the very deep edge of my soul. Is solat important in my life? Is solat important in my husband's life? Is solat important in my children's lives? Do we place solat high on a pedestal? Or  do we discard it as a time-waster, as something not worth practising. Do we just dismiss it as something useless?

It's time to ponder.......

Dahi Cecah Ke Sejadah
Bersihkanlah dirimu sebelum kamu dimandikan
Berwudhu’lah kamu sebelum kamu diwudhu’kan
Dan solatlah kamu sebelum kamu disolatkan

Tutuplah ‘auratmu sebelum ‘auratmu ditutupkan
Dengan kain kafan yang serba putih
Pada waktu itu tidak guna lagi bersedih
Walaupun orang yang hadir itu merintih
Selepas itu kamu akan diletak di atas lantai
Lalu dilaksanakanlah solat Jenazah
Dengan empat kali takbir dan satu salam
Berserta Fatihah, Selawat dan doa
Sebagai memenuhi tuntutan Fardhu Kifayah

 Tapi apakah empat kali takbir itu dapat menebus
Segala dosa meninggalkan solat sepanjang hidup?
Apakah solat Jenazah yang tanpa rukuk dan sujud
Dapat membayar hutang rukuk dan sujudmu yang telah luput?
Sungguh tertipulah dirimu jika beranggapan demikian

 Justeru kumenyeru sekelian Muslimin dan Muslimat
Usunglah dirimu ke tikar solat
Sebelum kamu diusung ke liang lahad
Menjadi makanan cacing dan makanan ulat

 Iringi dirimu ke masjid
Sebelum kamu diiringi ke Pusara
Tangisilah dosa-dosamu di dunia
Kerana tangisan tidak berguna di alam baqa’

Sucikanlah dirimu sebelum kamu disucikan
Sedarlah kamu sebelum kamu disedarkan
Dengan panggilan ‘Izrail yang menakutkan
Berimanlah kamu sebelum kamu ditalkinkan
Kerana ianya berguna untuk yang tinggal
Bukan yang pergi
Beristighfarlah kamu sebelum kamu diistighfarkan
Namun ketika itu istighfar tidak menyelamatkan

 Ingatlah di mana saja kamu berada
Kamu tetap memijak bumi Tuhan
Dan dibumbungi dengan langit Tuhan
Serta menikmati rezeki Tuhan
Justeru bila Dia menyeru, sambutlah seruan-Nya
Sebelum Dia memanggilmu buat kali yang terakhirnya

 Ingatlah kamu dahulu hanya setitis air yang tidak bererti
Lalu menjadi segumpal darah
Lalu menjadi seketul daging
Lalu daging itu membaluti tulang
Lalu jadilah kamu insan yang mempunyai erti

 Ingatlah asal usulmu yang tidak bernilai itu
Yang kalau jatuh ke tanah
Ayam tak patok itik tak sudu
Tapi Allah mengangkatmu ke suatu mercu
Yang lebih agung dari malaikat

 Lahirmu bukan untuk dunia
Tapi gunakanlah ia buat melayar bahtera akhirat
Sambutlah seruan ‘Hayya ‘alas Solaah’
Dengan penuh rela dan bersedia
Sambutlah seruan ‘Hayya ‘alal Falaah’
Jalan kemenangan akhirat dan dunia
Ingatlah yang kekal ialah amal
Menjadi bekal sepanjang jalan
Menjadi teman di perjalanan

 Guna kembali ke pangkuan Tuhan
Pada hari itu tiada berguna harta, tahta dan putera
Isteri, kad kredit dan kereta
Kondominium, saham dan niaga
Kalau dahi tak mencecah sejadah di dunia.
Kalau dahi tak mencecah sejadah di dunia.
Kalau dahi tak mencecah sejadah di dunia.

Friday, April 9, 2010

I Can Be The Happiest Woman In The World

9 April 2010, Friday

Today, I begin my quest to be the happiest woman in the world. Today, I start my sojourn into how I can achieve utmost happiness as a woman. Today, my journey begins. Insyallah, Allah s.w.t will grant my wish.  

Sunday, April 4, 2010

When death comes knocking

3 April 2010, Saturday 

I came across this advertisement about a life expectancy timepiece. Apparently this is one timepiece everyone should have in order to remind themselves of the frailty of life so that they will be nicer to everyone they meet from now on.  (If I have cash to throw around, I know of a number of people I'd like to give this to as presents.......).
And what's interesting about this Life Expectancy Timepiece is that it utilizes actuarial tables that insurance companies use, taking that calculated data to arrive at your estimated life span.

This number will then start counting down the number of years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes and seconds before the scythed one comes to take you away on a one-way trip.

Sounds simple and I'm sure everyone wishes they can own this timepiece, so that you will know how much longer you have before you are called to be before Allah. And perhaps you think you'll have time to repent, and atone yourself before your time is up.

But for the Believers, only Allah knows when exactly your life will be snuffed out. When death comes a-knocking, it matters not who you are or what you've got; how old you are or where you belong, whether you have friends aplenty or live all alone...

Death will one day definitely come a-knocking at your door. Do you dread that day? Are you afraid to die? Do you really think you will? Why is it that we're so terrified of Death, when we all know it's inevitable?

There are some who don't even believe about life after death. They don't believe in the existence of Allah, neither do they believe in the existence of Heaven and Hell. Still others believe that they will live forever. But regardless of your beliefs or where you think you're going from here, one thing seems to be undisputed: we will all experience Death at some point.

My own curiosity is more about why we're so afraid of it. Maybe it's because I've lived through so many. So many I've loved have left this place called Earth and are now in hereafter.

Each time I've had these experiences, they've all been vastly different. Not just because of the nature of my relationships with those who've passed, but also because of the nature of who I was and/or AM when it happens.

One thing that seems most obvious to me now is this: We do not LOSE them. Though they've left us physically, their memories and presence will linger and live forever.

Over the last 5 decades, I've seen death knocking on many doors, and many of them, doors of people who are really very very dear to me.


I recalled vividly the day I lost my little brother. The year was 1965, and at that time I was 6 years old, too small to realise and know what was happening in the world at that time.

The funny thing was, I wasn't even aware that my mum was pregnant. All I knew at that time was having one elder sister, Wan Arfah, and four older brothers, Wan Fusil, Wan Ishak, Wan Elias and Wan Saleh and one younger sister, Wan Sofiah.

Everything happened so quickly. I recalled faintly the commotion when Mak went into labour (at that time, I thought she was sick), and later was told that Ayah had taken her to the hospital.

Everything was a blur. The only thing I could distinctly remember was Ayah coming back from the hospital without Mak.

I recalled vividly Ayah standing at the door to our house at Jalan Lada, carrying a bundle, and I saw the tears streaming from his eyes, the tears of a father who had to bury his child, yet again.

To me, at that time, the bundle looked like a big fish tightly wrapped. I couldn't even remember the funeral. I didn't even cry. How could I as I didn't even know what had happened.


This was the third son Ayah had to bury. I'm sure every single one had been devastating for him. No dad has to bury their own kid, but Ayah had to bury three of his boys. The first two were my eldest brother, Wan Mohammed Yusoff who died within four days after he was born, and my second brother, Wan Mohamed Faisol, who died at the age of four and a half.


Later Ayah told us that he had named my little brother Wan Mohammed Zakery. As we were in Singapore at that time, he was buried at Bidadari graveyard. I heard that the Singapore government had excavated the graveyard in 2008 to make way for some developments and all the graves were moved to another location.

Dear Zakery, my little brother, though I do not know you, though I've never touched you, though I've never seen your face, you have always been in my heart, and will always remain there. There's not a day or a moment that I do not think of you lil bro.

Neither do I not think of all my loved ones who have left me the last 5 decades. People I dearly loved like Pan (my paternal grandma who passed away in 1981), Mami PahBee (my maternal aunty), Pak Mat (my maternal uncle), Mamak Udin (my maternal uncle), Mama Chak (my paternal aunty), and all the other uncles, aunties, cousins, and some of my dear friends like Rosli, Norlida, Arifah, Fauzi, Ruben, Maniam, Bahiyah, and more recenlty, Eda (someone I was very close to when I was in Singapore) who died of breast cancer.

I've also lost both my maternal grandparents and paternal grandfather long before I was brought into this world.

And my most devastating loss was losing Mak (2000), Ayah (2008) and Mak, my ma-in-law (2009). Even though all of you have left me, you will forever remain in my heart, and I will always pray for you.

When Death comes knocking
it matters not
what role you played
in the drama of Life,
how many convertibles or expensive cars you owned
or how many trophies or medals you won
whether you have realized your dream
or simply lived in vain

When Death comes knocking

It's simply time for you to go.....