Monday, 30 August 2010

OPINION

Crime! Politics! War!

Is there something different from those mentioned?

How about......Love, Peace, Hope, Freedom!
People needs love, people wants peace where they can hope for, and people needs freedom.

But where can we fine all these?

Every minute, every hour, every day we can hear crimes taking place in every part of the world. Combat operations, massacres, and homes being destroyed. We suffers! Humans are suffering! It hurts but no one listens....

Those who were concerned closes their eyes and cover their ears! They want to hide the truth; but the fact is.. our world is insane. People are dying and nature is losing.

And now I want to challenge you brethren to examine your shoes! Stop the war! Stand out and let our people be united and enjoy life! Build homes for the homeless. Feed those who are starving. Save our nature! Save the life of our youth and made people understand how important life is. Stand firmly! Have faith in the One True God and let peace and prosperity reign in your hearts.

Do all these things with happiness and sincerity. Give a smile, care, love, and peace; and the world will smiles with you.

Episodes of Life

Life; as we know it, is full of challenges, hardships, struggles. But the challenges of this life depends on how we handle it. How we manage to survive life's obstacles is based on how we react with it. Are we facing forward positively? Or are we backing out so easily!

When I was a child, I spoke like a child. I think as a child. I am carefree! I have no idea what would it be when I grow up. I thought that it would still be the same. Then I started to see the difference. In my teens I became curious to know the things around me. It left me wondering how it would be when I finish college. Will I still have the same friends? Will I still be able to do the things that I like most in my teens years? So many questions awaiting for an answer.

Then I finished college and started to work for a living. These phase of my life creates a lot of struggles. I started to feel changes is so over whelming and makes me sad to see a lot of frustrations. I felt so alone and boredom is my companion. Having someone might help! Getting married? Why not! But life isn't that easy.

The thought of growing old makes me sigh. And I am afraid to face the reality of getting old. How would it be to be old and weak? I saw my parents getting old. My grandparents before when they were still alive I am a fond of them. I love them so much. Would someone would love me and care for me when I get old?

People come and go in this life, and no one can escape death. How would it be when someone is about to die or we ourselves would die and face the Creator? Would God be then satisfied of all the things we have been doing? Would we be able to give an answer if God ask us what have we done with life HE gave us? All these will happened to each and everyone of us. We starts from a piece of clot, and we grow up, have a life of our own. Are we able to give justice to everything we did? I will leave these questions for you to ponder.

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Monday, 23 August 2010

My Home Sweet Home

“People think I am strong, yet I am the weakest. They thought I am smart, yet I am the dumbest. I straggle my life in the weakest and dumbest way I can for it is my best showing the people how human I am inside out.”
I was walking in the sandy banks of Matanao River trying to cover the heat of the sun shining above my head with a farmer’s hat my father gave me before he went to Marilog fifteen years ago. The sun shone brightly and the sand was hot under my feet. I watch the children playing while swimming in the clear water of the river. I never have enjoyed my childhood like this children and I missed my younger days. I feel a bit jealous with the ladies of my neighborhood because they have lots of fun enjoying their youth. They go out with friends to disco or barrio dances during fiestas wearing costumes they like while I am in my father’s farm working. My family is conservative and poor as I thought, not because we only have a little land for our crops and few goats, chickens and other farm animals we raised for a living but maybe because I don’t understand fully the value of money that time. My mother won’t allow me to go out after school and during weekends. I have to help my father in the farm while my two sisters stayed with my mother in the house doing choirs and preparing our food every meal. They also would have to help her sewing clothes that would add up to our income to meet the family’s needs. Though we are not rich I was glad enough that my parent sends us to school in the public educational center nearby so every free time I have, I have to snatch back to check on my goats whether they’re expose to too much sun and to give them water to drink as well. This is my day to day life.

Farm work is not for girls but I have no choice. We are three girls in the family and I was the youngest. My mother has difficulty during pregnancy and that makes me the last. I have no regrets after all, my parents were happy to have us. I was enjoying my thought when a man came along and called my name behind my back. It sounds both familiar and unfamiliar. I left this place for more than Eight years that makes me became unfamiliar of so many things and people in this place. Then I turned to face that jolly voice and saw that it was my cousin. This man named Glenn was my childhood friend and buddy. He was the eldest of the three children of my uncle, my mom’s eldest brother. He has a job in an oil refinery plant in Davao City, an hour travel from Barayong, got married and settled in the city with his family. He had children on his own and very seldom would come here to visit old folks. We talk for a while, exchanging stories of our present journey, and he left. How soon it was and I can see the white hairs puffing out from dark black head of this fine man of about two years younger than me. How years have changed everything even the place I called home has changed so much. New people and settlers came adding to the number of population this place had and making it a little crowded than it was before ten years ago. My childhood days were gone and so most of my memories but I am still standing the same place but with a new phase of my life to face with.
The morals of these:
“A young person never knows how short life is, not until they grow old.”
People forgot that life is too short and making it shorter while sinning. God give us choices. To live a life of contentment with Allah(swt) in our hearts, or live a life in this world but gained the hatred of God because of disobedience to His commandments. The choice is ours. But if God is with you, who can be against you?

Saturday, 21 August 2010

My Hijab!

I was reverted to Islam a year ago and since then I could never imagine myself going out without my Hijab. Before Islam I was one of the women who questioned inside my mind how someone could wear a full body cover on this hot country as I am here in Dubai. One of my friends who earlier reverted to Islam wears... Abaya and a hair cover and I still remember how I used to ask her to take off her cover but she never did.Then I became a Muslim. All my friends where shock when they saw me wearing Hijab. They thought that I was just playing with them and they cannot believe that a very philosophically inclined individual as me would accept Islam and all its teachings when they knew that I never even pray and went with them to church for a very long time. And my ordeal started to begin. When my Christian friends learned that I became a Muslim, hatred started to build a space between us. I heard a lot of bad stories against me, that I was paid with a huge amount of money just to accept Islam and more. There is even a story that I will never be able to stand the pressure and they were so sure that I will go out one day without my Hijab. On the first day after my Shahada, I was so ashamed to go out with my head cover. So I went to work that day wearing a loose uniform with a long sleeve but without a hair cover. But when my Muslim colleagues who heard the news of my reversion start greeting me, I feel so ashamed not because they saw me without Hijab but because I know that deep in my heart I should have wear the head cover. So I hide myself and when I came out I was in a head cover and all of them (Muslims) were very happy as they welcome me to Islam. But the fight of Hijab issue with my Christian friends started to become worst. Once there was a colleague of mine who pulled my head cover to shame me in the public. They laugh and mocked at me when they saw me and tell me that I have a very nice skin and nice long hair but why should I cover? Am I not proud of having it? I just did not mind them but deep inside I was fighting it. Every time I got home I will cry. Every time I prayed I cried not because I regret becoming a Muslim but because I don’t know until when I can hold my temper. I ask God to give me more patience for I do not want to create any trouble especially now that Islam had taught me how patience saves my days of sufferings. I was isolated from my colleagues other than Muslim brothers and sisters. They ignore me as if I did not exist and even, I can hear them laughing behind me in the elevator, in hall way of our building, even in the staff canteen. Then one day I ask them why they are not talking to me like before. And they told me, they will talk to me again and befriended with me again if I will take off my Hijab. There was a sudden force in my heart that pushes my tongue to said to them that even if the whole world won’t be talking with me as long as I know that I am obeying the commandments of my Lord, I will never take off my Hijab. And I said to them that they may never understand my decision in accepting Islam and wearing Hijab but they have to respect it. And I assure them inshallah they can never see me without my Hijab ever again. From then on there was a dramatic silence of their mocking and laughing on my Hijab until I got married with a very good Muslim man. I wanted to wear Niqab and my husband permitted me to wear it when I am not on duty as we are working in the ambulance as Paramedics. But people start questioning again even the Muslims why. They thought my husband was forcing me to wear Niqab even if I told them it is my choice to become a Niqabi because I feel more comfortable wearing it. Every time people will ask me why I made myself oppressed? But they don’t know that deep in my heart I am so happy becoming a Muslim, serving my husband to the best that I can, wearing my Hijab and Niqab, and accepting all the teachings of the Holy Qur-an. Islam made me a very contented and happy person. Allah (subhana wa taala) gave me a man who guided me through, facing the trials and tribulations of the world when I accepted Islam.For my brothers and sisters in Islam, I believe that being a Muslimah is not just saying the Testimony of Faith but also obeying what “Allah” The Almighty had ordered us to do, and one of it is Hijab. Since I became a Muslim I could never imagine myself going out without my Hijab. Subhanallah I feel so proud, protected and comfortable on my Hijab and Niqab. We must not take the rule of Hijab lightly for if we did, we are neglecting the commandments of Allah (swt). And Allah knows best.

My Life "Before and After Islam"

Assalamu Alaikum Brothers and sisters of Islam!

I was seating in my home-made couch and try to open the book my husband gave me as a gift before our wedding which entitled: "DON'T BE SAD" by Dr. A'id al-Qarni. This is one of the best gifts I received from him (may ALLAH be good to him). As I was running my hands through the pages of the book looking for some marks that I made the first time I read it, my eyes was caught by this passage: "IF YOU HAVE FOUND HIM (ALLAH), THEN YOU HAVE FOUND EVERYTHING. AND IF YOU LOSE FAITH IN HIM (ALLAH), THEN YOU HAVE LOST EVERYTHING." I am rereading this book for three of four times again and again but still it seems that the passages always have some miracle touch in my inner soul that makes me stop for a while and reflect to what it did in my present life after becoming a Muslim.

I was born in a family of Pastors from a Pentecostal Church of Christ. My father and all my uncles were holding leadership positions in our family church and we grew up very familiar with stories in the Bible. In fact, I was teaching young kids before in our Sunday School Service when I was about Ten years old. But things have change when I grew up. My uncles were always having a new understanding towards the Bible and it created a big question in me how and why should we always have to change the way we worship if we are already in truth? Then I started to ask questions to my father (May ALLAH forgive him) and my uncles who were then church leaders but they don't have an explanation about it that satisfies me. So I drifted off and became inactive in the church activities. I started to become rebellious and try to find answers by myself. Things have gotten me always into trouble. I became a master of my own game. I run away from home, got myself into the army and started a life full of evils and mischief. I had been in the world with no good at all. I never pray for years and not gone to church at all. I keep on doing things I thought was the key to my happiness but it only lead me to live a double life. Until Islam brought a light in my soul (thanks to the grace of ALLAH) for He chooses me to become a believer. I cried so much and ask will ever God forgive me? I was the wickedest of all the people I know and that make me so depressed and unhappy. Then I started to learn about Islam.

I have seen and came to know a lot of Muslims before but they were not able to convince me. I keep on seeing things they were doing and saying exactly opposite of what I have read from the books with verses of the Holy Qur-an. I convince by the teachings but I was not convince by the Muslims and I keep on arguing with them about it for I am a person who cannot help myself to find reasons for everything said and done. Until God give me a big blow and turn everything in its proper place. I accepted Islam with a full conviction. Since then the happiness that seems to be impossible to achieve is now living within me. I find respect, peace, fulfilment, contentment, love and affection which I never imagine I will ever taste in this world. It dropped my pride and ego to its absolute zero degree. I learn to listen to other's opinion. But most of all, I learn how to pray and restore my faith to the God Almighty Who made all these things possible. All thanks be to ALLAH and glorify His Name to the Highest! Ameen.

My Life "Before and After Islam"

Assalamu Alaikum Brothers and sisters of Islam!


I was seating in my home-made couch and try to open the book my husband gave me as a gift before our wedding which entitled: "DON'T BE SAD" by Dr. A'id al-Qarni. This is one of the best gifts I received from him (may ALLAH be good to him). As I was running my hands through the pages of the book looking for some marks that I made the first time I read it, my eyes was caught by this passage: "IF YOU HAVE FOUND HIM (ALLAH), THEN YOU HAVE FOUND EVERYTHING. AND IF YOU LOSE FAITH IN HIM (ALLAH), THEN YOU HAVE LOST EVERYTHING." I am rereading this book for three of four times again and again but still it seems that the passages always have some miracle touch in my inner soul that makes me stop for a while and reflect to what it did in my present life after becoming a Muslim.
I was born in a family of Pastors from a Pentecostal Church of Christ. My father and all my uncles were holding leadership positions in our family church and we grew up very familiar with stories in the Bible. In fact, I was teaching young kids before in our Sunday School Service when I was about Ten years old. But things have change when I grew up. My uncles were always having a new understanding towards the Bible and it created a big question in me how and why should we always have to change the way we worship if we are already in truth? Then I started to ask questions to my father (May ALLAH forgive him) and my uncles who were then church leaders but they don't have an explanation about it that satisfies me. So I drifted off and became inactive in the church activities. I started to become rebellious and try to find answers by myself. Things have gotten me always into trouble. I became a master of my own game. I run away from home, got myself into the army and started a life full of evils and mischief. I had been in the world with no good at all. I never pray for years and not gone to church at all. I keep on doing things I thought was the key to my happiness but it only lead me to live a double life. Until Islam brought a light in my soul (thanks to the grace of ALLAH) for He chooses me to become a believer. I cried so much and ask will ever God forgive me? I was the wickedest of all the people I know and that make me so depressed and unhappy. Then I started to learn about Islam.

I have seen and came to know a lot of Muslims before but they were not able to convince me. I keep on seeing things they were doing and saying exactly opposite of what I have read from the books with verses of the Holy Qur-an. I convince by the teachings but I was not convince by the Muslims and I keep on arguing with them about it for I am a person who cannot help myself to find reasons for everything said and done. Until God give me a big blow and turn everything in its proper place. I accepted Islam with a full conviction. Since then the happiness that seems to be impossible to achieve is now living within me. I find respect, peace, fulfilment, contentment, love and affection which I never imagine I will ever taste in this world. It dropped my pride and ego to its absolute zero degree. I learn to listen to other's opinion. But most of all, I learn how to pray and restore my faith to the God Almighty Who made all these things possible. All thanks be to ALLAH and glorify His Name to the Highest! Ameen.