Monday, 31 August 2009

Double Celebrations

31 st August 1992 was the most memorable Merdeka for our family.

It was the day no. 5 of 5 was born.

As the laughing gas wore off , I summoned every ounce of effort for a final push, and baby emerged.

Congratulations, said Dr. Siti, it's A GIRL, holding her up for me to see.

Praise be to Allah, she's perfect! She's the spitting image of my mom-in-law.

It was 8.10 am and the military jets flew past overhead, marking a double celebration.

After 3 boys in a row, she was a joy for everyone.

Especially so for Kak Long, who had screamed in disappointment "KAK LONG NAK ADIK GIRL, KAK LONG NAK ADIK GIRL, WAAAAAAH" when Azeim was born.

"Insyirah" as baby was named, and Kak Long are now the best of friends.

And Merdeka has never been the same since.

Today she is all of 17 years old, facing the SPM soon and holed up in the asrama school for exam workshops and Latih-tubi, when others are on school vacation.

With the fasting month we are not able to celebrate in a big way, save for a small birthday cake and Nandos peri-peri chicken (her favourite) brought to the school for breaking of fast yesterday, the more convenient day.


This video is especially for you, Sayang........

Stress sangat belajar ye? Sampai jerawat pun bermaharajalela!!!


Sunday, 30 August 2009

Soap or Perfume?

(Fished from my nephew's blog)

Imam ibn Qayyim al-Jawzi was once asked:

“Is it better for me to make Tasbeeh (praise Allah)
or to make Istighfaar (seek forgiveness)?”

He replied:

“The dirty robe is more in need of soap than perfume”

Take this Ramadhan to cleanse and purify heart ... none can find the best time other than this month

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

Restu Dipohon

Semalam tengah aku kelentang-kelentung di dapur

menyediakan juadah berbuka

aku terkejut

telefon berbunyi nada SMS

yang aku set kuat bunyi katun

ada mesej daripada nombor Amin

nun jauh di seberang lautan

di negeri di bawah bayu

aku tekan kekunci

hai..... MMS pulak

aku panggil Deen

SMS abang dia

hantarkan MMS tu ke telefon dia

telefon aku low technology

MMS tak main

Hah dah sampai pun

Apa Amin kata?

Tajuk MMS "Minta restu"



Yang dulu apa jadi?

Itu Siti Khadijah - masih ada lagi

Yang ini?


Laaaa ...... ikut nabi

Ada gambar - tu pasal MMS

Hmmmmm ........... Boleh tahan..........

Tanya bapak lah

Kata bapaknya "Beri aje restu..... dah kahwin pun dia....."

"Actually last week I ada mimpi pasal ni" sambungnya lagi

"Aaaa? You pun mimpi kahwin lagi?"

Tersenyum bapaknya

Ini gambar Siti Khadijah:

Dan ini.............

Siti Aishah!

Hai......... patutlah bapaknya pun mimpi

Satu frekuensi dengan anaknya

Habis bagaimana dengan calon yang di semenanjung nih?

"Tunggu next cuti. Mcm tgh sibuk skrng"






Monday, 24 August 2009

Sentenced To Hang!

New Arrival in this package:

Pak Zawi's study of a Heliconia

Settled for an undisclosed sum

Keeping Heli company:

Lacquer from Vietnam

From Bali

Bali again

Oil also
from Bali


Zendra Art Dealership may be opened soon.

Friday, 21 August 2009

Selamat Berpuasa Sayang

(New glitch-free version with some effects added)

Tuesday, 18 August 2009

Everyone knows that personal correspondence has gone to the dogs. This is due to all that technology has been able to offer i.e speed and efficiency, instantaneous at that. And just like instant coffee, 3-in-1's and 2-in-1's, the art of personal correspondence has been reduced to a quick act of pouring hot water into a mug and a short stir, the resultant taste insipid at best. Letter-writing of 2 or 3 decades is like the brewing of coffee granules on a stove, the finished letter as satisfying as the first sip of aromatic brewed coffee on a cold morning.

Styles change from one generation to the next. I remember reading a letter my grandfather wrote to his son, my father. It was written in jawi and addressed my father as "Anakanda ku yang dirindui, semoga didalam keadaan sehat wal-afiat adanya". When I wrote home during my erstwhile days as a student, the salutations were a simple "My dearest Mum and Dad, and all at home". And off course the love letters! Nowadays the SMS from my daughter at school would go something like: "Salam mak. Call me plz, URGENT".

Up until a fortnight ago, my son Azeim who is in his first year in the UK had been pretty quiet: neither telephoning nor skyping, or even texting and e-mailing, not even YM (yahoo messenger). The last time we were together was early June in Paris. He had changed his phone number and mailing address after that and I couldn't reach him. Off course my Facebook "friend" request went unanswered. No news may not be good news, I thought. In the end I had to resort to the "slower" option: e-mailing to his many e-mail addresses. The exchanges as below:

SALAM Dek...... Apo sonyap jer??? What's your phone number man? and your mailing address? Who knows someone might want to visit you and I don't know your contacts! What do you occupy your time with nowadays?
salam... laaaaaa... no wonder nobody called... i thought i already gave my phone number to somebody... ok, its +4477483054xx.. anyway,i came back from roadtrip of western uk, lake district and wales etc recently.. skang nie tgh sebok keje..dpt keje floor engineer.. i deal mostly with the floor and the occasional waste management system.. skang nie internet x msk2 lg..ade problem with the telephone week br ade technician dtg nk buat pe yg patut..skang nie tgh pkai internet kt tempat keje.. anyway..all is well kt kt sini x 5min ujan 5 min panas.. how's everybody at home? ade yg nk dtg ke? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hahaha floor engineer = janitor lah kan; keje orang bangla kat sini. How's the money? Boleh lepas rent ke? Anyway what's your mailing address? So far nobody is going, but who knows, just in case. Semua sihat but Yah kene home quarantine sbb 2 kids at her school got infected by H1N1
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ yah show any symptoms x? anyway..the pay is good.. its the national minimum.. £5.73 per hour Rite now keje full time..sbb nk gune all the time yg ade during the summer break... so, this is my new mailing address.. xx Hanover Court G12BG Glasgow United Kingdom so, that's for now..will call when my internet gets back in..(whenever that is)



Whenever that is - indeed. Looks like not yet.

Checking his inactive Facebook , his latest thoughts were:

Azeim Cash Take me down to paradise city, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty, TAKE ME HOME..

Azeim Cash how could anybody took a crap in the toilet but missed the toilet?

Well Dek, a floor engineer puts up with a lot of crap. It's tough but that's what you get for 5+ quid an hour.

Personal correspondence is gone, gone, gone. We just did not write about crap in those days. And in not writing proper sentences, I am just as guilty perpetuating this errr... crap.

I drink instant now too.

Monday, 17 August 2009

Thursday, 13 August 2009

Giving and Receiving

From my Inbox

This is how the Law of Giving and Receiving works.

Giving is the other side of receiving.
Therefore if you wish to receive anything in your life, you first need to give it.
It is that simple.
If you wish happiness, simply give happiness to the people around you.
If you wish love, simply give love.
If you wish friendships, joy or abundance simply give it to the people around you and you will receive loads of it.

When you withhold your giving, you are withholding your source of abundance.
You are stopping the flow of your own energy and you suffocate.
No wonder I felt joyless and dead when I stopped giving.
Sounds a little too easy, doesn't it?

Where's the catch?

The catch is that you have to give without expecting anything in return.
Giving for the sake of giving.
Only then the flow begins.
The intention behind the giving is the most important.
The intention has to be for the creation of happiness, harmony, peace and joy, as these are fundamental to life.

The reward will be there when you give from your heart and without condition.
Giving should be a joyful act, just as a child bringing a flower to his mother.
Albert Schweitzer said, "The one who gives is the one that receives most".
The easiest way to fulfill your wishes is by supporting others to achieve their wishes.

This principle is true to individuals, organizations, businesses and nations.
If you wish to be blessed with all the good things in life, learn to give a blessing to all that surrounds you.
Even a thought and silent blessing has the power to start the flow of giving and receiving.
Start practicing the Law of Giving and Receiving and watch your life become abundant and joyful.

Abundance to All

Croz from OZ

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No Match For This

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

Match Them Up

My, my kiddos, who is this naughty boy who refused to eat his nasi? Everyday he'd only eat potatoes mashed with butter, with a clear soup of meat and carrots. Day in, day out. Rice just bored him. Tch, tch, tch. Puas mama dia pujuk.

Still he's grown into such a fine young man today.

Here he is again with four of his little cousins.

From left to right - boy1 (him), girl1, boy2, girl2, girl3

Why don't you try and match the "then" to the "now"?

And include these cuties as well - boy3 and girl4


From left to right and down - A, B, C

From left to right and down - D, E, F

From left to right and down - G, H, I

Who dare answer will get a Hari Raya greeting card from me. Send your name and address to

Format of answer:
Girl1 is ___
Girl2 is ___
Girl3 is ___
Girl4 is ___
Boy2 is ___
Boy3 is ___

Nepotism allowed here.

Hint: There are decoys


Monday, 10 August 2009

Like Ships Passing In the Night

Oh God, this picture dropped out of a box while we were clearing out the store-room!

Spring of 1977 it was, yours truly with house-mate Kathleen Quinn. We were "models" for an amateur student photographer trying out his brand new camera. Back then my weight was in the single digit, honestly. I was all of 8 STONES - 112 lbs. But now (sobs...... can't, just can't.....tell)

But you can tell that Kath was a classy mat-salleh from the way she posed, while I was so awkward in front of the camera. Still am to this day. Kath was actually quite out of place in the rough and tumble neighbourhood where we stayed in the North-east of UK; she transferred after one year, and I left for a year's industrial training in the Midlands.

Anyways, in that year, this song was a hit and was endlessly spinned by the DJ's on the radio. I dedicate it to Kath, wherever she may be, and Red Alfa, who had been a part of my 1977 scene as well.

Baby come as you are
With just your heart
And I'll take you in
You're rejected and hurt
To me you're worth
What you have within.

Now I don't need no superstar
Cause I'll accept you as you are
You won't be denied
Cause I'm satisfied
With the love that you inspire

You don't have to be a star, baby
To be in my show

You don't have to be a star, baby
To be in my show

Somebody nobody knows
Could steal the tune that you want to hear
So stop your running around
Cause now you've found what was cloudy is clear

Oh honey,

there'll be no cheering from the crowds

Just two hearts beating out loud

There'll be no parade
No tv or stage
Only me till your dying day

You don't have to be a star, baby
To be in my show
Oh, honey
You don't have to be a star, baby
To be in my show

Don't think your star has to shine
For me to find out where you're coming from
What is a beauty queen
If it don't mean I'm your number one?

I don't need no superstar
Cause I'll accept you as you are.
You won't be denied
Cause I'm satisfied
With the love you inspire.

You don't have to be a star, baby,
To be in my show;
You don't have to be a star, baby,
To be in my show.
You don't have to be a star, baby...

Saturday, 8 August 2009

Zawjati - My wife

A romantic Arab love song for your listening pleasure

Zawjati (My Wife...)

“Uhhibuki misla maa anteee” I love you the way you are,
“Uhiibuki kaifa ma kunteee” I love you the way you were,

“Wa mahma kaana ,mahmaa saara“ No matter what did or will happen
“anti habeebati anteee” You are and will be My Darling.

“Zawjateee…” My Wife…

“anti habeebati anteee” You are and will be My Darling.

“Uhhibuki misla maa anteee” I love you the way you are,
“Uhiibuki kaifa ma kunteee” I love you the way you were,

“Wa mahma kaana ,mahaa saara“ No matter what did or will happen
“anti habeebati anteee” You are and will be My Darling.

“Zawjateee…” My Wife…

“halaali anti laa akhshaa adulan…an numaqteee…” You're my rightful wife, I don’t fear sin… I don’t care not about those who like to reproach and irritate me.
laqad azina zamaanulana bi wuslim ghayri mumbatteee” It is our destiny to be Together eternally.

“Saqaytil hubba fi qalbi bi husnil fa a’li was-samti” In my heart you instilled love With grace and good deeds.
“yagheeb-us’-sa’adu innibti” Happiness vanishes when you disappear,
“Wa yasful a’yshu inji ti” Life brightens when you're there.

“nahaari kaadihum hatta izaa ma a’ttulil baytee” Hard is my day Until you return home.
“Laqituki fanjala anni duna ya izaaa tabassamteee” Sadness disappears When you smile. J

“Uhhibuki misla maa anteee” I love you the way you are,
“Uhiibuki kaifa ma kunteee” I love you the way you were,

“Wa mahma kaana ,mahmaa saara“ No matter what did or will happen
“antee habeebati anteee” You are and will be My Darling.

“Zawjateee…” My Wife…
“antee habeebati anteee” You are and will be My Darling.

“tagiku bi al hyaatu iza bi aa yauman tabarramti” Life turns black When you're upset,
“fa asssaa jaahidan hatta aw haqqi qaamaa tamannaytee” So I work hard To make your wish come true.

“anaaee anti fal tanay bi jifhil hubbi maa ashtee” You're my happiness. May you be happy forever.
Fa roohanaa qadi talafa ka mislil ardhi wa annabteee Our souls are united Like soil and plants.

“wa amali wa Yaa sakaanee Yaa unsi wa mulhimateee” ”You're my hope, my peace My good company and inspiration.
“yatibul a’eshu mahmaa daaqatil ayyaamu intibteee” Life is good, no matter how hard it is, When you're fine.

“wa amali wa Yaa sakaanee Yaa unsi wa mulhimateee” ”You're my hope, my peace My good company and inspiration.
“yatibul a’eshu mahmaa daaqatil ayyaamu intibteee” Life is good, no matter how hard it is, When you're fine.

“Uhhibuki misla maa anteee” I love you the way you are,
“Uhiibuki kaifa ma kunteee” I love you the way you were,

“Wa mahma kaana ,mahaa…saaraa“ No matter what did or will happen
“anti habeebati anteee” You are and will be My Darling.

“Zawjateee…” My Wife…

Thursday, 6 August 2009

Renjis-renjis Dipilis

Thought I'd import some party music. Never mind if it's more appropriate for a wedding.

Cute pronounciation at 1:37

Bravo Raymond!

Direnjis-renjis dipilis
Ditepungi lah tawar
Hai beras kunyit ditabur
Disiram si air mawar

Lihat pengantin bersanding
Jalan rapat berganding
Sambil jalan diiring
Sebagai raja sehari

Direnjis-renjis dipilis
Ditepungi lah tawar
Hai beras kunyit ditabur
Disiram si air mawar

Lihat pengantin baru
Tempuhi hidup baru
Sabar mesti selalu
Hingga ke anak cucu

Direnjis-renjis dipilis
Ditepungi lah tawar
Hai beras kunyit ditabur
Disiram si air mawar

Direnjis-renjis dipilis
Ditepungi lah tawar
Hai beras kunyit ditabur
Disiram si air mawar

"Takkan bahasa melayu hilang di dunia"

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

The Mystery of the Cockpit

Feeling bored, my perverted mind instantly perked as I saw Major JM's latest entry entitled "First Night Jitters" on my blog-list.

After the love-soddened poetry he posted, I thought this could be an interesting sequel.

Upon clicking and waiting for his cockpit picture to download, I wandered how that word - cockpit - came about. I was bored, remember? but not quite in the pits.

As the picture of Major hunkering down over the watchamacallit stick downloaded, it dawned upon me that the place where a pilot sits in an aircraft has got nothing to do with either a cock or a pit.

Let's take a look at the many definitions of "cock" and "pit" in the Free Online Dictionary (I use anything that's free)

cock n.
1. a. An adult male chicken; a rooster.
b. An adult male of various other birds.

2. A weathervane shaped like a rooster; a weathercock.
3. A leader or chief. (Aaah, this could be what it refers to - the pilot IS the chief)
4. A faucet or valve by which the flow of a liquid or gas can be regulated.
5. a. The hammer of a firearm.
b. The position of the hammer of a firearm when ready for firing. (hmmmm.....)
6. A tilting or jaunty turn upward: the cock of a hat. (hmmmm......)
7. Vulgar Slang: The penis. (I didn't know this!!!)
8. Archaic: The characteristic cry of a rooster early in the morning.

pit n.
1. A natural or artificial hole or cavity in the ground.
2. a. An excavation for the removal of mineral deposits; a mine.
b. The shaft of a mine.
3. A concealed hole in the ground used as a trap; a pitfall.
4. a. Hell.
b. A miserable or depressing place or situation. (Not this obviously , for passionate pilots)
c. pits Slang The worst. Used with the: "New York politics are the pits" (Washington Star).
5. A small indentation in a surface: pits in a windshield.
6. a. A natural hollow or depression in the body or an organ. (Hmmmm... reminds me of a Jane and Tarzan joke)
b. A small indented scar left in the skin by smallpox or other eruptive disease; a pockmark.
c. Informal An armpit. Often used in the plural.
7. An enclosed, usually sunken area in which animals, such as dogs or gamecocks, are placed for fighting.(Well this has got something to do with cocks! as in chief - and enclosed, as in an aircraft - and placed for fighting, as in for their lives)
8. a. The section directly in front of and below the stage of a theater, in which the musicians sit.
b. Chiefly British The ground floor of a theater behind the stalls.
9. a. The section of an exchange where trading in a specific commodity is carried on.
b. The gambling area of a casino.
10. a. A sunken area in a garage floor from which mechanics may work on cars.
b. Sports An area beside an auto racecourse where cars may be refueled or serviced during a race. Used with the. Often used in the plural.
11. Football The middle areas of the defensive and offensive lines.
12. Botany A cavity in the wall of a plant cell where there is no secondary wall, as in fibers, tracheids, and vessels. (Is this correct Dr Sam?)

And I do get the impression from reading Major's blog that every sortie and mission is a fight to stay safe, sometimes necessitating abortion.

Wait... this explanation just came up from

".....However, the more direct linkage to your question comes from the use of the term cockpit to refer to a compartment belowdecks on a British naval vessel beginning around 1700. The often cramped and confined compartment was placed below the waterline and served as quarters for junior officers as well as for treating the wounded during battle. Although the purpose of this compartment evolved over time, its name did not. Even today, a room on the lower deck of a yacht or motor boat where the crew quarters are located is often called a cockpit. (Gotta verify this with Capt Longhouse)

In addition,
the rudder control space from which a vessel is steered is sometimes called a cockpit since a watchman in the highest position is called a cock, and a cavity in any vessel is called a pit.

This sense of the word, as an often confined space used for control purposes, was first applied to an aircraft around 1914 by pilots during World War I. In keeping with this same meaning, the tightly confined control space of a racing automobile also became known as a cockpit by about 1935.
- answer by Joe Yoon, 3 February 2002

So there you are.
1.Wasn't The Free Online Dictionary aware of this definition of a cock: a watchman in the highest position and this definition of a pit: a cavity in any vessel ..........?
2. You get what you do not pay for

Monday, 3 August 2009

He Ain't Heavy (Updated 03/08/2009)

Originally posted on 24th July 2009

Update: Haq returned to Rahmatullah today 3rd August 2009 - 12 Sha'aban 1430. Al-Fatihah

They had been neighbours at the government quarters, played games together, played pranks together, studied together (well T studied while Haq slept or thumbed magazines), they ate and slept at each other's homes, they even worked together after Form Five carting bricks and cement at a construction site. Haq was the tough one, he joined the Police Force and climbed up the ranks.

But now he lay on the bed bloated beyond recognition from kidney and liver failure. Eyes shut and nose flattened from facial swelling, abdomen fully distended, his breathing aided. Stoic-looking police officers gazed at him in their blue uniforms laden with various insignia. But T couldn't stop the tears from flowing at the ICU ward. Haq had just regained consciousness after a week-long coma. He nodded when he heard T gently calling his name. He had probably heard the muffled sobs as well.

Haq was the brother T never had in childhood.

May Allah have him in His Rahmah

Sunday, 2 August 2009

An Enduring Love

Adapted this from The African Star, Marwa Alnaal, AmrKhaled

Khadijah was the daughter of Khuwaylid, a wealthy merchant in Arabia. Khadijah’s father was “a successful businessman whose vast wealth and business talents were inherited by Khadijah and whom the latter succeeded with faring the family’s vast wealth”. Khadijah was married twice, and twice she was widowed because her husbands died due to the ravaging wars with which Arabia was afflicted.

Khadijah bint Khuwailid was born in a society which was terribly male chauvinistic. However, she earned two titles: Ameerat-Quraysh, Princess of Quraysh (the tribe to which she belonged), and al-Tahira, the Pure One, due to her impeccable personality and virtuous character. She used to feed and clothe the poor, assist her relatives financially, an even provide for the marriage of those of her kin who could not otherwise have the means to marry.

To marry Khadijah herself would have been a great feat for any man, and indeed, quite a few of the most prominent and wealthy men in society had asked for her hand. Yet, she rejected them all; already twice widowed, she had lost the desire to marry again.

Until Muhammad came into her life. He was young man of 25, and although he was also of a noble family, he was an orphan and was not a man of many means. He had made a meager living tending sheep in the hills surrounding the city. Yet, he had an impeccable moral character, and he was widely known as one of the most honest men around. That was what attracted her to him: she was looking for someone honest who could conduct business for her, as she - a woman in a fiercely patriarchal society - could not do it herself.

Consequently, upon the suggestions of his uncle Abu-Talib Muhammad started working for Khadijah. A commercial caravan led by Muhammad headed for Syria, taking with it Maysara, Khadijah's man-servant, whom Abu Talib had asked to take good care of Muhammad.

After he returned from his first business trip, she asked her servant, about Muhammad and his conduct. The servant amazed her by his report: this young man was the kindest, gentlest man he had ever met. Never did he treat the servant harshly, as many others do. Yet, there was more: as they traveled in the heat of the desert, the servant noticed that a cloud had followed them the entire time, shading them from the blazing sun. The businesswoman was quite impressed with her new employee.

Not only that, this new employee proved to be an astute businessman in his own right. He took his employer's merchandise, sold it, and with the profits bought other merchandise that he sold again, thus profiting twice. All this was enough for her: the embers of love in her heart that were once extinguished re-kindled again, and she resolved to marry this young man, who was 15 years younger than she.

Khadijah had rejected several marriage proposals by the elite of Quraysh who were attracted by either her beauty or her wealth. This continued for sometime until Khadijah opened her heart to one of her friends, Nafisah Bint Al-Munabbih, and admitted her admiration for Muhammad, and gave permission to Nafisah to talk to him concerning the marriage.

She asked him, "Why are you not married, yet?"

"For lack of means," he answered.

"What if I could offer you a wife of nobility, beauty, and wealth? Would you be interested?" she told him.

He replied in the affirmative, but when she mentioned Khadijah, the young employee chuckled in amazement.

"How could I marry her? She has turned down the most noble men in the city, much wealthier and prominent than me, a poor shepherd," he said.

"Don't you worry," Nafisah replied, "I'll take care of it."

Not long after, the wealthy businesswoman married her young employee, and it was the beginning of one of the most loving, happiest, and sacred marriages in all of human history: that of Muhammad and Khadijah, the daughter of Khuwaylid. When they were married, Muhammad was 25 years old, and Khadijah was 40. Yet, that did not bother him one bit. He loved her so deeply, and she loved him as deeply. They were married for 25 years, and she bore him six children: 2 sons and 4 daughters: Al Qasim, Zainab, Abdullah, UmKulthum, Fatima, Ruqayya.Both sons died in infancy.

Khadijah and Muhammad had much in common. Not only were their character’s and personalities very similar, but they both refused to worship idols- a common practice among Arabians during that time period.

Khadijah was a source of immense love, strength, and comfort for Muhammad, and he leaned heavily on this love and support on the most important night of his life.

While he was meditating in cave of Hira, the Angel Jibreel came to Muhammad and revealed to him the first verses of the Qur'an and declared to him that he was to be a Prophet. The experience terrified the Prophet Muhammad, and he ran home, jumping into Khadijah's arms crying, "Cover me! Cover me!"

Muhammad was swarmed with the trauma, and Khadijah consoled him and put him to sleep on her lap. When he recovered he related then related the story to his wife how Angel Jibreel came down from the sky and commanded him to “Read!”. The Prophet feared he was losing his mind or being possessed.

Khadijah put all his fears to rest: "Do not worry," she said, "for by Him who has dominion over Khadijah's soul, I hope that you are the Prophet of this nation. Allah would never humiliate you, for you are good to your relatives, you are true to your word, you help those who are in need, you support the weak, you feed the guest and you answer the call of those who are in distress."

She then took him to her cousin, Waraqah ibn Nawfal - a scholar well-versed in the Judeo-Christian scripture - and he confirmed to the Prophet that his experience was Divine and he was to be the Last Prophet.
After this tremendous revelation, Khadijah became Muhammad’s first convert. The faith of this mature wealthy woman of high standing in the community must have influenced others to accept Islam. She was also Muhammad’s best friend.

After his ministry began, and the opposition of his people became harsh and brutal, Khadijah was always there to support the Prophet Muhammad, sacrificing all of her wealth to support the cause of Islam. When the Prophet and his family were banished to the hills outside of Mecca, she went there with him, and the three years of hardship and deprivation eventually led to her death. The Prophet Muhammad mourned her deeply, and even after her death, the Prophet would send food and support to Khadijah's friends and relatives, out of love for his first wife.

Khadijah not only received praise from Muhammad, but also from the Angel Jibreel. Jibreel once said to Muhammad (PBUH): “Oh Muhammad! Khadijah is bringing you a bowl of food; when she comes to you, tell her that her Lord greets her, and convey my greeting too, to her”.

It was part of the prophetic mission of Muhammad (PBUH) to invite people to the equality between men and women. Khadijah was there to help him spread this mission. All her money went to the sake of Islam and to feed and clothe the poor Muslim converts. Her economic independence; her marriage overture, apparently without a male guardian to act as intermediary; her marriage to a man many years younger than herself remained as examples of an exceptional woman of her time.

It was only after Khadijah died, may God be pleased with her, that Prophet Muhammad married other women. Most of these wives were widows, whom the Prophet married to care after them, or they were the daughters of prominent Arab chieftains, so that the Prophet could form a cohesive Muslim society out of a fiercely tribalistic (and barbaric) Arab culture.

Many of his later wives would become jealous of her. One in particular, Aisha, his last wife stated that one day she said to the Prophet Muhammad that Allah has compensated him for the loss of Khadijah, who was only an “old woman with red eyes”. Muhammad became angry at this statement and responded,

“No, indeed: He has not compensated me with someone better than her. She believed in me when all others disbelieved; she held me truthful when others called me a liar; she sheltered me when others abandoned me; she comforted me when others shunned me; and Allah granted me children by her while depriving me of children by other women”.

Also, after her death, a chapter of the Quran was revealed to Prophet Muhammad in her honour. This chapter ends: “O soul that is at rest! Return to your Lord, well-pleased with Him, well-pleasing Him, so enter among My servants, and enter into My garden” (Quran, 89:27-30).


Note: Anâs Radhi-Allâhu ‘anhu reports that Nabî Sallallâhu ‘alayhi wasallam has said: “From among the women of the world who have reached perfection and who are worthy of following are (the following four):Miryam the daughter of Imrân; Khadija daughter of Khuwailid; Fatima daughter of Muhammad and Asiyah wife of Fir’aun” (Tirmidhi)

The scholars of hadîth are of the view that this statement was made before Aisha Radhi-Allâhu ‘anha reached the position of excellence whereupon Nabî Sallallâhu ‘alayhi wasallam said: “The virtue of Aisha Radhi-Allâhu ‘anha over all the women of the world is like the virtue of tharîd [a meat dish] over all other food.”

Saturday, 1 August 2009

A Visit to Yayasan Al-Jenderami

This morning I was out of the house at the crack of dawn to catch a 7.00 a.m. bus to Yayasan Al-Jenderami to attend the Majlis Memperingati Ummul Mukminin Sayidatina Khadijah Al-Kubro with friends from LKPI.

A little background from Wikipedia:

Yayasan ini ditubuhkan pada 23 Jun 2003 di bawah Akta Syarikat 1965, Company Limited Guarantee and Not Having A Share Capital. “Dikecualikan daripada cukai pendapatan di bawah seksyen 44(6), Akta Cukai Pendapatan 1976. Ruj : LHDN.01/35/42/51/179.6-5583”

YAYASAN AL-JENDERAMI sebuah yayasan bantuan kemanusiaan yang berfungsi sebagai badan bukan kerajaan (NGO) yang membantu serta menolong umat islam tidak kira dalam mahupun luar negeri seperti Indonesia, Kampuchea serta yang lain. Ianya terletak dan beroperasi di Kampung Baru Jenderam Hilir, Dengkil di dalam daerah Sepang.

Yayasan ini telah menjalankan kerja-kerja amal dan kebajikan lebih daripada 15 tahun, yang mana sebelum ini hanya bergerak di bawah sebuah kampung yang diasaskan dan didiami oleh bekas-bekas kakitangan UDA (Perbadanan Pembangunan Bandar). Tujuan yayasan ini ditubuhkan adalah untuk turut serta dan sama-sama membantu merealisasikan wawasan kerajaan di dalam memberi perkhidmatan kepada masyarakat Malaysia.

Yayasan ini diasaskan oleh As-Syeikh Hj. Mohd. Hafidz b Selamat dan diterajui oleh Hj. Abu Bakar b Abd. Aziz sebagai Pengerusi dan dibantu oleh Ahli Lembaga Pengarah dan barisan Ahli Pengurusan.Alamatnya ialah Kompleks Yayasan Al-Jenderami, Lot 4029, Lorong Aman,Kampung Baru Jenderam Hilir, 43800 Dengkil.

Pada bulan Mei 2005, Ijtima' Ulama Sekolah Pondok Senusantara dianjurkan di sini. Yayasan ini telah mengadakan sekolah pondok di sini.

The Yayasan Complex houses an orphanage, residential units for warge emas, a masjid, a co-op, study areas, home-stay facilities, and a hotel. The grounds are clean and welcoming, and the occupants and staff very friendly.

This article from Ikan Tongkol captures the essence of Yayasan Al-Jenderami.

Below the accounts of three resident warga emas of the Yayasan.