Never a coincidence – it was always Allah’s plan

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When Pakcik *Nawi decided to give me his copy of The Mathurat many years ago, it was never just a random gift. It was Allah’s mega plan. Allah was at his Most Merciful and Kind to arrange that Pakcik Nawi, should he ever died of his disease – he will get a supply of pahala through his amal jariah even without him being aware of it. Because InsyaAllah I will read it.

Pakcik Nawi was one of those patients who likes to frequent the emergency unit of my previous district hospital for minor ailments. Yes, he has hypertension and all that but above all, he was a ‘regular customer’. The kind that medical assistants can’t seem to turn away because ’emergency’ was the only place he knows where to get his supply of foot cream and fever meds.

One day he came and I greeted him happily. He was a man of little words but a smile is always plastered to his face. He was illiterate but gentle in manner as he nodded respectively while pointing at the hyperpigmented area on his foot. He was never able to describe properly what was wrong with the foot – he just wanted to apply something on it. Hence, we have to make an educated guess of what the problem could be. one day, after handing him the prescription slip, he took something out from his shirts breast pocket.

It was a brand new Mathurat. Probably given by someone else too and he said

“tak pandai baca”

I thanked him for it, kept the Ma’thurat away and never thought about it until recently.

The last time I read the Ma’thurat religiously was probably in high school. I could even memorize the Du’a and Zikr by heart. The words would just come out from my mouth smoothly like running fluid. After graduating from school, perhaps distracted in the race to pursue a medical degree and so called ‘life’ – I have quite forgotten about it. Not only the Ma’thurat but also my weekly Yasin recitals, the extra solat sunat and sadly Tarawikh even. Sangat lompong my Tarawikh. Not consistent.

Which is why I was grateful when Ayesha came to town with her Quran Tagging programme. It was an opportunity to reconnect with the Quran and Islam. It also made me reflect on why Allah is SO kind and Most Merciful and Thoughtful to have bestowed me an insyaAllah blessed marriage and these children – especially NOW with a daughter. * A different post about daughters later*. The usrah with Ayesha reminded me of the Ma’thurat again – my forgotten amal ibadat.

I have a few copies of The Ma’thurat at home but somehow I was drawn to the one given my Pakcik Nawi. It was still there on my shelf in its packaging. I’m not quite sure what has happened to Pakcik Nawi now but I hope that the pahala I got from reciting the mathurat will in a way fill up his pahala weighing scale as well and that it will help him on his journey to Jannah. InsyaAllah. For Allah The Most Compassionate, The Knower of All has planned for it that way.

Ramadhan : Helping those around you

Some people just need one Ramadhan to change. That’s why I love the holy month. It gives a great excuse for those who have always wanted to turn a new leaf but not quite sure when or how. While some may argue, its being hypocritical – I’d say why not.. at least during that one month one could feel the sweetness of Islam. The beauty of being a muslim.

Ramadhan allows someone to try to become a better person. To try and perform the Dhuha or the Tahajjud. Ramadhan gives an excuse for someone to say to their friends, “nope, I’m not joining you guys for the movie tonight – I want to finish reading the juzuk. I’m few pages left behind man.. ha ha“. Ramadhan also allows oneself to purify their intentions and cleanse their rezki so it will be more barakah.

This Ramadhan I decided to pay more attention to the small entrepreneurs I have around me mainly the staff I am working with. Before this, I have heard of them selling headscarves, soap, specialized food and drinks, beauty products, services etc. And they sell it at a good price too. Only I haven’t been much of a proactive buyer before until recently.

I thought to myself,

We are living in a small community. If my purchase could raise their standard of living by even a mere 1% or give that lady extra income for the month to get her own things or for her kids – why not just buy from them?

It will make them happy as a start and it will encourage them to be independent and savvy with their financial stance. On top of doing their kerja hakiki of course. ( I support lady entrepreneurs wholly but not to the extent of neglecting their family and paid job. These 2 things are still the biggest amanah of all)

So I approached those who are selling scarves. I placed orders for raya cookies and kerepek. In fact, I myself feel good upon performing these small deeds. This is me playing my part for the small  community of sellers at my workplace. How about you. Insya-Allah, if we mean well everything would be rewarded handsomely.

Of giving.More.

A friend once told me,

“Minci, You are going to die one day because of the Idealist Syndrome”

I asked her what she meant. She said,

“you’re asking for a perfect world in an imperfect world. Nobody is perfect. You want to save everybody. You want to be nice to everybody. You aspire to be a combination of Mahatma Gandhi and Mother Theresa – but you forget, you’re not anybody. We are just normal people. We are not ministers. We’re not even close to being in the Student Committee to make a change. Because of that, you will be sad.. your heart will break and your soul will literally die”

I don’t really remember what happened afterwards although I’m pretty sure I would just remain quiet – not because I agree with her but more of because she doesn’t understand my reasons for thinking and doing the things I do. And so you know, the above sentiment did not come out as eloquent as how it is written, in fact it was quite harsh.

If you believe the world is small, you can make a difference

If I think of Syria as a distant problem, which is only accessible to people working in the UN or celebrities like Angelina Jolie, then I will forever think that Syria is a predicament I read in papers. Not real and could only be solved and saved by people called ministers who attends international meetings and such.

So how can I find Syria? How do I put Syria as the tip of my finger. This is where organizations like Islamic Relief comes in. We should applaud the effort made by these volunteers to bridge the gap, to strengthen ties and to champion human compassion across Malaysia. Just by clicking on the donation button, already.. ANYBODY is making a difference, is initiating a change.

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You cannot help everybody, but you can always help somebody

We can’t eradicate world hunger and famine. We can’t stop human trafficking or prostitution on a global scale. We can’t save every drug addict. We can’t cheer-lead on every girl who thinks she’s not worthy of anything. Sadly, we are just not capable of doing it in one donation no matter how big, one petition no matter how long or one demonstration no matter how vocal.

My line of work involves humans. I like to believe that even though I could not fix the poverty line for instance, I can make a difference to that one life I come across that comes to see me for a medical opinion/treatment. It can be in a form of plain human touch/hug or salam, a short motivational speech to my young ladies, a word of encouragement to the single mothers, a way of redemption to my mat rempits or chronic smokers, a slice of roti to my hungry elderly who fell from her bed last night only to be found by her neighbour the coming morning. I may not be able to change the world, but I can make a difference to her life.

Charity begins at home

Everyday when I look at Hazeeq, I wish upon him that if he can’t do good, at least I  don’t accidentally raise him to become evil. Evil which manifests in so many ways lately. Disrespectful keyboard warriors, opportunistic sleazy men etc. It’s like if he is not Gandhi, let him not be Botak Chin or something.

Teaching him by good example. Introduce him to Rasulullah. Expose him to acts of being happy and charitable. Show him that every small acts of kindness means something to someone.

Syed Azmi is a good example -as he illustrates to us followers on his FB page regarding the struggles in everyday life – and trust me, he himself is also struggling in his own way but he makes ‘helping other people’ so easy and feel so good. He started off small – helping customers who goes to his small pharmacy daily to the strangers he bumped into. Later, when he had the capacity – the network – he launches bigger acts of good deeds. Some of the wonderful programmes we know off are #tamakpahala and #freemarket.

#sahamakhirat

Finally, everything starts with a niyat. It should not be for show or riya’. I only pray that the good I do will be rewarded with pahala. And that these pahala will go to Mr Husband as he leads us all into Jannah. I may not be an awesome cook but I do hope that this will be my way in contributing to the serenity of this marriage.

Ramadhan 2014 : Of being productive

“Seek and You Shall Find”

 

What better way to illustrate a meaningful and fruitful Ramadhan. This infographic courtesy of Productive Muslim .

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This year round I am aiming to recite the Quran more. To be able to khatam the kitab would be great given my time and commitment issues but hey – anything is possible. Insya-Allah.

I also plan to give more Sedekah. To the unintiated like myself, Islamic Relief Malaysia website is a good start in being charitable. Insya-Allah. 

Finally, if I may add.. I hope to loss a few pounds over this 4 weeks. Perhaps a pound, at least? Insya-Allah