They're above Heroes!

Heroes Conference IIUM 2012

13th November 2012

CAC, IIUM 2012

Subhanallah. Mendengar cerita tentang sahabah memang menyala-nyalakan rindu pada Rasulullah! Allahumma Salli ‘Ala Muhammad. It’s worth. every single penny spent.

The Sahabah

“The job they did for the Ummah, no one can even come close to it!”

Zeroes to Heroes

At those times, Romans and Persians were the superpower. They were so powerful that they conquered so many kingdoms yet they didn’t give a damn on the Arabs. That portrays how uncivilized the Arabs were at that time. The aborigines. Live killing and fighting.

Yet the presence of the Prophet Sallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam. Who can’t even read. Brought light to the humanity.

Bilal. The black. Dishonoured slave. Became the one to stand on the roof of Ka’bah – the holiest place amongst muslim and non-muslims -  after the fathul makkah.

When the prophet asked the sahabah to buy Bilal from his employer. Abu Bakr asked that man how much will he sell Bilal. He said 10 golden dinar. Abu Bakr immediately returned home to take the dinars and came back with stated amount. That man laughed and said, even if you give 1 golden dinar, i’ll give this man to you. And Abu Bakr said,

“if you want to sell him even with 100 gold, i will”

The aqidah inside Bilal makes him more precious than anything else.

Khalid al-Walid. Before embracing Islam, he’s the most hateful person towards Rasulullah.

“If Muhammad is in Macca, I’ll not remain in Macca. Whether he leaves, or I’ll leave”

He’s the one who muttered the Sahabah during the Battle of Uhud. He’s the one who’s responsible to kill the prophet during the Battle of Khandaq and Hudaibiyah. Twice.

Yet within 6 months,

From ‘aduwwullah (enemy of Allah), he became saifullah (sword of Allah)

Undefeatable in any battles.

And Rabee the slave, how could he stand before the second most powerful men?

Islam is the catalyst!

They live for the Islam, and they’re dying for the Deen!

 Procrastination

The Sahabah. Are not like that. They are always inspired by Allah’s verse. Fastabiqul khairat. Compete. Rush. Towards goodness.

Brother Nisar told a story about a sahabah, Ibnu Umar. Whenever he met people he will initiate salam to that person. Yes, every single time he met people. Until people tried their best to give salam to him first, but they never succeed. Ibn Umar will never ever let others to precede him in giving salam. just because he once heard Rasulullah said, “the person who initiates salam, is loved by Allah”. Yes, just because he once heard the prophet mentioning it.

In implementing Deen, they are the Giants!

Sacrifice

Kalau bercerita tentang perjuangan dan pengorbanan untuk Islam, memang sangat ramai yang berjuang untuk agama ini. But them.  They sacrifice while no one is ready to sacrifice. Khadijah - She lightened my burden, while nobody else were ready to lighten my burden.

At the time of Macca, it’s like it it was written on the wall, that whoever embrace Islam, they will be tortured, they will be bashed, they’ll be separated from their family, their family will be tortured. Despite that, they embrace Islam.

Leadership

Leadership is not a privilege. It’s not about people asking to take  a pic with you, or having your face in the news, or receiving a certificate of honor. Leader is a person who serves people. So the more you serve, the better you are.

At the time Abu Bakr was about to be a caliph, a small family objected. They said,

“our family members are handicapped. This man came to our house every morning. He swept the floor, washed the dishes, did the laundry, cleaned the whole house and did all the chores. If he become the caliph, who is going to do that?”

At that moment, other sahabah were stunned. Nobody knew that Abu Bakr did all those jobs by himself.

Umar al-Khattab. during his time when he was doing his patrol at night and he saw a woman with his children crying, craving for food, he went back to baitulmal and take sufficient amount of money, wheat, floor and other food for that family. and when he asked his assistant to put the stuffs on his back and that assistant offered to bring it for him, he said,

"the one who will be asked is me, not you. do you want to bear my sins???"

if today he sees the blood of Syrian, he will take the money from each of you to help them

Real muslims

“Jannah and Jahannam are real to them, as Dunya is real to us!”

Their hearts are always moved by Allah’s aayah. They’re always shakened by the prophet’s words. That is why once they heard the verse where Allah prohibits alcohol, they immediately crushed the glass bottle until Medina was flooded with that drink. Those who were drinking it while hearing the verse immediately vomited it out and even choked himself to ensure there’s not a single drop of haram liquid is inside his body. All. Immediately. Because of their real belief upon the righteousness of Muhammad.

Even when the prophet asked,

“why did you crush the bottles? you could have just pour out the liquid and wash it and you can use the bottle again”

The sahabah said,

“Ya Rasulallah, we don’t want even one thing to remind us of what we used to do that lead to disobedience to Allah”

these are the sahabah. to them, there are no difference between knowledge and practice. at their time, they don't really have much time to study the Deen, but it is how they implement it. it was the character of the sahabah that speaks!

Hero in you

Are we just gonna say they’re Heroes?

A man went to Salahuddin’s grave and said,

“Qum (wake up) ya Salahuddin! Qum! Don’t you see Syria? Don’t you see Palestine?”

How many time are you gonna wait for Salahuddin? Is it because of your cowardice? that you have to bag from dead people??

It’s time to be a real muslim.

“O you who believe, believe!”

These are the men that Rasulullah created. From zeroes. Slaves, murderers , servant to the stones. They become lions.

they become above hero! allahumma salli 'ala muhammmad.

yes, the word Hero can't describe them!

Crying to imagine, if only I could live in the midst of the sahabah.

Allahumma Salli ‘Ala Muhammad.

p/s: Saya tak cerita ikut turutan talks  masa Heroes. Saya hentam je structure saya sendiri. These are just the skeletons, banyak lompat pulak tu, sangat banyak lagi isi yang lain. And my apologies if there are sentences which are not exactly the same as being told by the speakers. But the content is there insyaAllah. Oh, same goes for any grammatical errors -,-

care to add up some more.

Wallahu A'lam.

Arif and the bedtime story

“mcam tu la cerita dia... dah, arif pergi mandi, malam nanti kita sambung lagi eh?”

Aku di tebing swimming pool. Arif, yah, hariz duduk di kerusi2 dalam air tu mengelilingi aku. Dengar aku berpenglipur lara. Semua dah menggigil sebab badan separuh dalam air, separuh luar. Jadi aku suruh semua mandi je, taklah sejuk sangat.

“emmmmmmm” *geleng geleng. “nak cerita lagiiii”

“hah? Arif tak nak mandi?”

*geleng geleng. Yah dengan hariz dah entah ke mana dah.

Haih peliknya budak ni. Tak mandi swimming pool? Aku tak nak bagi diorang terdedah kat udara sebenarnya, nanti sejuk. Aku yang runsing sudahnya. Inikah Muhammad Arifuddin? Yang bising-bising nak swim tadi? Wahaha

“takpela, dah menggigil-gigil dah tu. Ni tinggal 30 minit je lagi. Nanti kena balik dah.” Aku ingatkan ‘perjanjian masa’ yang kitorang dah buat sampai-sampai kat golf club ni tadi.

Mulut dia muncung macam itik. “nak cerita” suara perlahan dengan mata pandang aku.

Sebenarnya ni dah entah kali ke berapa aku cakap “kita sambung nanti eh”. Kejap sambung sikit, sambung sikit lagi, sambung sikit lagi. Aku cakap nanti sejuk sebab badan kena angin, Arif cakap “ok, Arif menyelam macam ni” *masuk badan dalam pool sampai paras leher. Sungguh-sungguh dia tak nak bagi aku stop.

“takpela, nanti malam kita sambung la lagi insyaAllah, k.diyana janji, janji”

Entah berapa kali ulang janji-janji manis mahu sambung cerita malam nanti before tidur sambil ugut-ugut masa swimming dah nak habis, barula dia pergi sambung swim -,-

Asalnya aku tak berniat langsung la nak bercerita tepi swimming pool, macam hape je. Aku just bawak buku yang aku guna untuk bedtime story dengan depa memandangkan aku kena jaga diorang swimming. Daripada termenung seperti orang putus cinta, baik bawak buku tu baca. Ala ala preparation la, barula bedtime story smooth gitu lalalala. Sekali diorang nampak aku pegang buku tu terus “kak diyanaaaa nak ceritaaaa” susah pulak nak menolak.

Ehem. Malam tu aku baru sambung cerita sikit, pasal Umar al-Khatab masa pemerintahan dia, arif dah terlelap. Heh, reti pun habis bateri. Satu hari melompat ingatkan energy unlimited. Kalau hari-hari biasa jangan harap la dia nak terlelap centu. Lepas 1 cerita, “1 je lagi, please” heih. Yang lagi best, “esok kan k.diyana dah nak balik, kena la banyak sikit” eh eh boleh pulak centu. bila aku masuk belajar, Umi yang kena cerita.

Ada hari aku dah lelap lagi awal dari dia hahaha, kalau aku ada kekuatan untuk bangun, okayla. Kalau termiss tu “semalam k.diyana tak cerita pun.” Ada jugak hari banyak benda nak buat ke, bila dia dah siap gosok gigi apa semua, dia ketuk bilik, “k.diyana, masanya dah tiba” “lain kali lah, lain kali lah, k.diyana banyak kerja la” nanti dia diam kat luar pintu bilik. Bila bukak pintu nampak budak duduk depan pintu, “kenapa ni Arif?” *air mata mengalir slow “takde orang nak cerita”. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa budak ni kann.

*Kadang-kadang aku rasa aku mengaku aku ter-manja-kan dia. Sampai k.lah kata “ha, buat macam tu, tu yang budak laki jadi lembik tu!”. Kegagalan membezakan lelaki dengan perempuan ke hape. Astaghfirullahal-azim. Diyana, didik dia jadi singa la, bukan jadi kucheng!

Begitulah seterusnya. Akhirnya dia sangat berminat dengar ‘cerita-cerita’ itu. Bila dengar, muka berkerut.

Aku ingat lagi awal-awal dulu, 1st time legasi bedtime story ini dimulakan,

“k.diyana cerita boleh?”

“nak k.diyana cerita pasal apa?”

“ermm, pasal Rasulullah!”

Whatttt? Mana mungkin aku lepaskan peluang keemasan ini. Aku tak taulah Arif memang suka dengar cerita pasal Rasulullah atau dia pakai sebut je random. Tapi aku peduli apa hehe. Jujurnya, aku rasa ini peluang besar untuk sesiapa pun antara kita, kakak ke mak ke, untuk guna bedtime story sebagai medium untuk membebel corakkan pemikiran kanak-kanak dari kecil.

Korek habis kegemaran Rasulullah la, baju la, kisah baginda dengan perempuan tua ke hape ke tak kisahlah. At last, sebenarnya kan, manfaat tu kembali kepada diri kita sendiri. Untuk menyegarkan kembali kisah-kisah agung itu dalam jiwa kita. Even ada cerita yang kita pun baru tau, hanya sebab kita cari cerita untuk dibentangkan pada budak-budak ni.

Hari tu, sebelum aku cerita pasal sahabah, aku tanya mereka,

“siapa orang paling hebat?”

“boboiboy!”

T_T

Do you see it? Do you seeee??

Sebab tu lah kita kena kembali kan semula pemikiran mereka tu. Dengan menanam semula, siapa hero-hero kita yang sebenar. Yang real, yang wujud, yang benar-benar nyata. Yang telah terbukti kehebatannya.

Jangan cerita kosong. Waktu bercerita tu, ceritalah dengan hati. supaya ia sampai juga ke hati. Bila cerita tentang keberanian dan ketegasan Umar yang digeruni syaitan itu, ceritakan dengan impian anak kecil itu menjadi seberani itu. Waktu bercerita tentang keimanan Abu Bakar, sampaikan agar keyakinan Abu Bakar turut hidup dalam jiwa anak kecil itu. Waktu bercerita tentang kehebatan al-Fateh, bayangkan satu hari nanti anak kecil itu juga akan menjadi al-Fateh. Mari, mari sampaikan kisah hebat mereka.

Kanak-kanak itu ibarat span kering, apa sahaja yang lembab di sekeliling mereka akan diserap. Semuanya, takde pilih-pilih. Usah lah biar yang dilihat hebat di mata mereka adalah boboiboy, superman, cicakman, upin ipin. Biar yang berputar meresap dalam pemikiran mereka masa tidur itu adalah kehebatan dan ketangkasan para sahabah, pengorbanan dan kemuliaan Rasulullah, ketinggian dan keteguhan para jundullah. Biar itu, itu yang membentuk siapa mereka apabila mereka bangun esok.

ha, ha, spoil family portrait -,-

kenapa saya kata saya manjakan dia? Ni contoh.

“k.diyana sayang Arif”

“kenapa?”

“sebab k.diyana sayang Arif”

“tapi Arif kan nakal?”

Ok, aku pun takleh over sangat kot haha.

Moga di sebalik kenakalan dia, ada logam menyinar yang bakal berkilau untuk agama Allah.

Wahai anda yang membaca, katakanlah Ameen.

Ibtisam hijau

Hari itu. Hari dia tiba di rumah setelah seperjalanan dari kolej. 

Bangunnya awal pagi persiapkan apa yang tidak siap. Jam 8 terus ke kelas membiar otaknya menghadam nombor-nombor. Seusai kuliah, berulang alik ke pejabat HEMs melengkapkan borang pihak penganjuran. Naik turun bangunan 4 tingkat mengambil dokumen di biliknya. Terus ke stesen bas bersama naqibahnya. Meluangkan masa menghadam pula hadaf dan bahan daurah yang bakal berlangsung esoknya.

Di dalam bas kalau lazimnya dia bisa tidur, kali ini tangan kanannya memegang material daurah, tangan kirinya memeluk buku tebal microbiology yang testnya tidak lama lagi. Dari bas ke LRT, dari LRT ke LRT lagi. Berdiri, duduk, berjalan. Otaknya penuh merangka-rangka, terkadang matanya berpinar merenung tulisan di atas kertas. Sesampai di stesen LRT, bundanya mengambil dan terus dihantarnya ke klinik untuk temujanji dengan doktor. Yang hanya 2 jam kemudian namanya dipanggil. Dia dapat rasa mindanya semakin letih, Allahu. Tidak, aku mampu. Kemuncaknya tiba apabila usai solat maghrib, dia terlelap di atas sejadah hingga ke esoknya. Bangunnya di tengah malam pekat itu penuh murung dan kekecewaan, hanya menunaikan isya’ di sisa-sisa waktu.

Itu benar-benar kemuncak.

Mutiara jernih mengalir tanpa dipinta.

Mengapa aku jadi begini..
 

Astaghfirullahalazim.

Tuhan, aku tidak mampu berbohong lagi.

Jujurnya aku letih!

Persis seorang anak menangis di ribaan ibunya.

Ampunkan aku kerana mengeluh begini.

Aku tak mampu berbohong lagi..

Sekuat-kuat dia di hadapan manusia.

Di hadapan Tuhan, dialah selemah-lemah insan.

Segala cerita jiwa dimuntahkan.

Kaku. Kaku dia sendirian di bilik kecil itu

Tiada suara dari celah almari berbicara ‘bersabarlah’

Tiada jari ajaib menyeka air matanya

Tiada tangan hangat menggosok bahunya

Tapi dia rasa aman lebih dari segala-galanya

Tubuhnya kuat tiba-tiba

Hatinya rasa segar kembali

Jiwanya rasa bertenaga

Inilah yang tak mampu dia temui di mana-mana

Selain pada pertemuan denganNya

Tiba-tiba dia mampu berkata kepada dirinya

Tubuh ini aku infakkan di atas jalanMu, Tuhanku.

Demi Engkau, aku relakan segala sakit

Inilah yang aku bayar untuk JannahMu

Aku mohon, terus pilih aku di atas jalan ini.