Thursday, 29 December 2011

Al-Hujurat Ayat 11 dan 12

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim...

Marilah sama2 kita rujuki serta hayati ayat2 daripada surah Al-Hujurat (Bilik-bilik) Ayat 11 dan 12.

Biasalah manusia, jika ucapkan keBAIKan, ramai yang insyaAllah suka memasang telinga dan dengar.

Namun jika dituturkan keBURUKan dan pendedahan aib saudara seIslam, lebih ramailah pendengar. Bukan sekadar telinga yang dipasang, malah facebook, twitter, blog dan cnn...

Usahlah kita mempersenda sesuatu kaum berbanding sesuatu kaum yang lain. Tiada siapa yang sempurna. Yang pasti kita ada kelebihan dan kekuatan dalam sesuatu perkara dan orang lain pun ada kekuatan dan kelebihan masing2... Why belittling others?

Pepatah menyatakan 'paku dulang paku serpih...' pepatah juga mengatakan 'terlajak perahu boleh undur...' pepatah lagi 'membuka pekung di dada...'

Ketahuilah kategori ZALIM bagi mereka yang mengecilkan saudara Islam yang lain serta ketahuilah tuntutan TAUBAT bagi mereka yang bersyak wasangka, mengorek aib saudara serta mengumpat.

Sesungguhnya Allah Maha Penerima Taubat.

Wallahu a'lam...

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

The King and The Crazies

Once upon a time, a long long time ago in a land far far away, there lived a king. His castle was very modest. His subjects lived within the castle walls, safe, sound and prosper. Everyone was living the life that others can only dream of.

A fairy tale. Too good to be true. But yes. It is true.

And then one day, one of his subjects, an old man turned up on his doorsteps mumbling of something hedious that's going to happen. The rain will stop pouring. The river will stop flowing. The future of The Kingdom is to be Black and Bleak, the old man said.

Fearing of the unknown, fearing thirst and hunger, the king dug a well just for the royal family but enough to sustain everyone should the need arises.

And then one day, several years later to what the old mumbler mumbled about. Crazy people kept poping up. Poping up everywhere.

When a crazy person pops up, everyone else point fingers at the person, tied them up and some even locked away in dungeons.

Days went by. More people became crazy. The royal chemist buffled by the event, by what had happen. Until one day he remembered the old prophecy. Of rain and river.

Without further adue, he did experiments on the river. Amazed by what he found out, the river was polluted. Polluted by an unexplained germ or spell. Everybody drank from it. Even he himself and his family. What to do? How to remedy? Oh Dear!

Soon everyone in the kingdom became crazy. Even the royal family because everyone drank from the river. Except the king of course. Since he dug up his well, that is the only source of water he used for dringking. He even insisted that all his cooking and washing to be done only from that source. His well.

Everyone was crazy now except for the king.

Just as everyone pointed fingers to crazy people, now everyone pointed fingers to the king. Accusing him as CRAZY.

Oh what to do? How to remedy? Oh Dear!

At last, fearing his throne, fearing his legacy, The King chose to drink from the river, exactly like all his subjects.

The King was not crazy anymore, all his subjects hailed him as their sound king once more. He kept his throne and kingdom.

And the prophecy of 'if you can't beat them, join them' became true. Was true, is true and will always be true.

The Crazies will always prevail over the sane and sound.

Wallahu a'lam.