It Is All In The Parents

Marriage is no play. It must be planned. We cannot go through it, and follow the flow. Especially when the children come. We must also plan for their development. Their education. Their deen, especially. Often, most fathers, most mothers miss this. When it comes to education, all they think of was school, textbooks, Fardu Ain, and such. No! That was not all. Education is not limited to those mediums. On the other hand, it all begins from the parents themselves. The father and mother. Their home, for home is where the heart is.

Right from the very first time they open their eyes, since in time of infancy, babies learn by imitating their surroundings. Imitating their parents. Their siblings. How do we expect a child to grow up with parents that are not taking care of their own prayers? How do we expect a child to grow up in a house full of worldly entertainments and desires? How do we expect a child to grow up when they are not even taught to frequent the mosques to get close to Allah? It is all in the parents. What the parents are made of that make up the environment that the children will live in. If the parents are far away from Allah, they will mostly lead the children away as well. Poor children, they will be.

Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) once said in a hadith narrated by Abu Huraira. "A woman is married for four things, i.e., her wealth, her family status, her beauty and her religion. So you should marry the religious woman (otherwise) you will be a loser.” Four things, and Rasulullah p.b.u.h. emphasized on choosing the religious woman to be married. This might be simple to understand, but it truly means things much greater than that. A woman is not just a company to a man named husband. She is also the one who will bear the lives of future mujahideens for nine months and ten days. She is the one who will feed them lovingly, the one who will teach them to recite al-Quran, the one who will fill ad-deen into their hearts, and she is the one who will stay up all those chilly nights, worrying about her poor sick children. MasyaAllah! So strong a mother could be. So tough she could live, to help the pure children grow up, the right way that Allah wants. What if the mother is no pious? What will happen to the children? There is no need telling. It is obvious.

Be that as it may, it is not limited to the mother alone. The same goes to the father. The husband. Won’t a powerless man be embarrassed to dream of marrying such superwoman? Won’t a guy be embarrassed marrying such wife, if he cannot be as strong as she is? Won’t a husband be embarrassed not to be able to lead her, what more the rest of the family towards Jannah? So heavy the burdens of the parents, yet most of them overlook that. Do they even think of raising another al-Fateh? Another Imam Shafiee? It is all in the parents. Marriage is no play.

It gives birth to future ummah.

Farhan Mohd
Kuantan.


Pohon.

Rancak. Mulutnya tak putus berkata-kata. Faiz senyum, terkebil-kebil, membuka mulut hanya tatkala perlu. Atau bila dah bosan mendengar celoteh panjangnya yang entah bila akan berhenti. Layan sajalah!

Macam-macam topik diredahnya. Dari kekosongan tempat, hinggalah ke tarikh lahir, anak-anak, dan entah apa macam lagi. Petah. Memang suka bercakap. Sekali-sekala perbualan diganggu panggilan telefon dari bermacam kenalan. Ada ustaz. Ada kawan. Sibuk sekali memikirkan hal itu dan ini, walau sekadar duduk bersahaja di bilik pejabat.

Tegas dan berperancangan. Agaknya itulah yang membuatnya gagah sehingga kini berdepan dengan onak dunia.

Aku perlu belajar.

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Gantung.

Dia punya jiwa kedua, tempat berkongsi rasa. Pahit, manis. Derita, bahagia. Terkadang, kau iri. Bagaimana mereka boleh begitu. Sedang kau, tiada siapa.

Semua dipendam sendiri. Kelat, pedih, telankan saja. Tahan selagi mampu. Sombongkan diri dari meminjam tangan insan lain? Egokah itu? Sedang kau cuma mahu berdikari, jauh sekali menyusahkan lain insani. Buat apa kacau mereka? Buang cemburu itu jauh ke sana.

Allah kan ada.

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499 Hari

499 hari telah berlalu.

Hari-hari yang bisu.

Bisu dari kata-kata, bisu dari coretan rasa.

Lalu hari ini aku kembali.

Ya.

Kembali.

Pulang ke teratak lama ini.

Yang penuh dengan cerita dulu.

Aku menulis lagi, mungkin.

Siapa tahu?

Biiznillah.

Hari ini Sabtu. Alhamdulillah. Aku hidup lagi.

Peeking

Hello. Sorry for the hiatus. I've been busy with stuffs (though this is only recently applicable).

It's been quite a time since I last created something using Macromedia Flash. (I don't use Adobe Flash) Well, here is one.


View it here. (Do play flash full screen)

Kthxbye.




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