Food Homeless Scholars Rulers

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Let me share

Shaykh Hamza Yusuf Hanson  in his Syarah (1) describes that our tradition has always been

Free education

Free treatment for the sick

Food for the poor and homeless

Shaykh Hamza describes the Prophet SAW gave food to the homeless daily. Whosoever gave food to him, in turn the Prophet SAW gave it to the homeless and the needy.

 On average the Prophet SAW gave food to about 70 homeless people per day. 

And among these homeless arose scholars and rulers. Examples. Abu Huraira (RA) was the scholar who recorded the Prophet SAW sayings.

Salman Al Farisi (RA) who became the Governor of Persia.

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Thus Feeding the Poor and the Homeless. Daily. Is the Sunnah of the Prophet SAW.

Let's resolve

To give food  daily. At least to one person per day.

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Alhamdulillah.

Reference:

(1) Syarah Tafseer Surah Yaseen Part 3.

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And

It is also worth pondering our modern tradition on:

Education

 and

Treatment for the sick

Broken Vase

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

It is amazing what we pick as we listen to a good syarah.

We pick pearls that are closest to us.

The ones that have touched our real life.

Let me explain.

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Shaykh Hamza Yusuf says:

Most exchanges are utilitarian.

We use people and we honour things

If we look at people, observe how carefully they move around things in their house.

For instance: 

People would be careful not to knock the vase in their house. 

But they have no problems bumping other people.

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A long time ago.

I was on transit at the Karachi International Airport.

Went to the Ladies' Room.

I washed my hands and stood in front of the counter mirror to fix something.

A woman came in. A flight crew member.

There were a few other sinks. And long mirror.

She came straight to where I was standing and bumped me off so that she can use the mirror to fix her things.

I was shocked. Then angry. Speechless. Then quietly I left.

I told Husband who was in the waiting area.

Sabr.

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In trying to understand the behaviour of the woman I had these "MAYBE's" as my heuristic tools:

MAYBE she thought I was just a maid. 

We were on PIA flight. In transit I remembered in Dubai I met a few ladies from Indonesia who served in the middle eastern households. 

This woman was a flight crew member so MAYBE she had different perceptions of how people are elevated in this creation.

MAYBE according to her, a flight crew member is more elevated than a household service provider.

MAYBE she had a philosophy of racial differentiation. 

Some natives are created better than others. South Asians are better than South East Asians. Whites are better than coloured and blacks. In look. In status.

MAYBE she had a philosophy of class differentiation.

Some people are low class. 

Some are of high class.

The feelings that one is of the brahmin class is prevalent in any society regardless of their espoused belief.

I was in Jubah. And in Niqab. Probably a low class attire to some.

That was  my heuristics of MAYBEs.

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Yesterday. 

I found myself again with similar experience. With a South Asian during a transaction.

This time it was not physical bumping off. But an attitudinal bumping.

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Alhamdulillah

I have learned to relax. I have learned how to take the bumps and humps. Slowly and steadily.

Just like when we drive over the humps on the road.

Smoothly. Without pain.

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So when Shaykh Hamza Yusuf says:

We USE people and We HONOUR things. It strikes deep into my heart.

May Allah Ta'ala save us from this error. 

Ameen Ya Rabbal 'alameen.

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Broken vases repaired with golden thread.

Compare with how people mend broken relationships.

The Wayfarer, The Skin and The Fruit

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

I have been trying to sort out my thoughts on 'Managing Change'. We have an abundance of discourses from change theorists of the western tradition (See for example Lewin, Mintzberg, Burnes, Kotter, Fullan, West-Burnham).

Essentially change theorists discuss change in the context of these two processes:

The evolutionary Continuous Improvement versus The revolutionary Transformational Change. One starts from the status quo or the 'as-is' while the other is a complete re-engineering process.

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Suddenly it occurs to me. 

That I have not looked into the Islamic worldview on managing change. After a short search I was led to this scholar that has had a lot of impact on both the east and the west.

Shaykh Bediuzzaman Said Nursi. And his treatise on social change.

Excerpt from: Here

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Prof Colin Turner penned his thought in context with his discussion on Ustad Bediuzzaman Said Nursi' Risale-i Nur: A Revolution of Belief. 

"The created world is thus a book of names, an index, which seek to tell about its Owner"

Prof Dr Colin Turner

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For Ustad Bediuzzaman Said Nursi:

"The West is not only a geopolitical entity, it is also a metaphor. Geographically, the West was the first place to witness a mass revolt against the Divine.

Modem Western civilization is the first of which we have knowledge that does not have some formal structure of religious belief at its heart.

 The West is thus a metaphor for the setting of the sun of religious belief; a metaphor for the eclipse of God. 

And since this eclipse is no longer confined to the geopolitical West, one may say that wherever the truths of belief have been discarded, there is the West.

Thus the West should be seen as a state of mind, a disease, an aberration. The root cause of this, as Bediuzzaman Said Nursi points out, is the disease of self-worship, of 'ENE' (Ana, the I or ego).

The kind of revolution envisaged by the Risale-i Nur is a revolution of the mind, of the heart, of the soul and the spirit. 

It is not an Islamic revolution but a revolution of belief. 

As such it works on two levels: it is designed to lead Muslims from belief by imitation to belief through investigation, and to lead unbelievers from worship of the self to worship of Allah."

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The wayfarer is me.

That shiny beautiful skin is what I have learned of the metaphorical western worldview. 

But the fruit - the seeds- are what I need.

And how I peel the skin matters.

So is managing change.

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A movie on the life of Ustad Bediuzzaman Said Nursi (1877-1960) shows the Ustad's struggle through the period when Turkey was moving into the western realm. When the country was transformed - clothed in the new garment of modernisation weaved by Mustafa Kemal Ataturk (died 1938) and his immediate successors.

Here

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A short note on his life and legacy:

"Bediuzzaman Said Nursi was born in eastern part of Turkey in 1877.
He was a scholar of the highest standing having studied not only traditional religious sciences, but also modern science and technology.
Therefore he was titled Bediuzzaman; wonder of the Age in his youth as a result of his outstanding ability and learning.
Bediuzzaman died in 1960 at the age of 83 after struggle and self-sacrifice in the cause of Islam the big work and achievement done by Bediuzzaman Said Nursi, could be seen through His book Risale-i Nur collection about 5000 pages in which different subjects are cited.
In the first reading, it may seem as an exegesis of the Glorious Qur‟an but at the second and third reading it may be different. Aspects of some other branches of knowledge such as theology, psychology, history, philosophy, cosmology, economics, physics, medicine, law and technology will all prove an integral part of Risale-i Nur. Bediuzzaman Said Nursi, considers Al-Iman (Faith) as his main goal in his writings, but what is faith?
How it can be seen as a foundation for human progress? In attempt to answer these questions, the concept of faith and progress should be first defined."

Access the original Paper*

Here

*Faith As The Foundation of Human Progress: Nursi’s Perspective (Dr. Vaffi Foday Sheriif)

Humaira and Falsafah

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Humaira is cucu of Mak Lang. 

Her first cucu.

She is six years old. 

Humaira calls Mak Lang Ninik. 

Mak Lang is my sister. So Humaira is also my cucu.

But she calls me Makmbong ... hehe.

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Humaira and I were having a conversation.

But every now and then when I asked her about something she would answer: Tak tau.

After a few 'Tak Tau'. I said slowly to Humaira: Humaira tak tau ke (while putting my left hand up). Atau Humaira tak mau cakap (and putting my right hand up). Itu dua falsafah yang berbeza.

Humaira: Apa falsafah yang berbeza tu?

Makmbong: Falsafah tu maksudnya .. dalammmm sangat. 

Humaira: Apa dalammmm tu.

Makmbong: Kalau Humaira kata tak tau (my left hand up). Mak .. na .. nya Humaira memang tak tau. Te .. ta .. pi kalau Humaira kata tak mau cakap. Maknanya mungkin Humaira tau. Te ..ta .. pi Humaira tak mau cakap. 

Humaira: ohhh.

Makmbong: Jadi apa jawabnya tadi tu. Humaira tak tau ke (my left hand up again). Atau tak mau cakap (my right hand up).

Humaira: Tak mau cakap (and putting her corresponding hand in front of me up).

Makmbong: Humaira dah pandai falsafah. Boleh beza yang dalam-dalam.

Humaira: Falsafah (angguk-angguk :) ).

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This is Humaira next to me in the car.

Kakak was driving me home from a night at Mak Lang's place.

I asked Humaira for her permission before taking her photo.

She put up her hands. Covered her face. And said No.

Kakak while driving interjected: Boleh. She is shy.

I said slowly to Humaira. In Bahasa Melayu:

No. I will not take Humaira's photo without Humaira's permission. Right Humaira?

Humaira nodded.

I added: Humaira sudah buat keputusan tidak mahu gambarnya diambil. Jadi Makmbong kena hormati keputusan Humaira. Betul Humaira?

Humaira nodded.

A few moments later: Humaira boleh Makmbong ambil gambar Humaira?

Humaira nodded.

Makmbong then took a selfie of Humaira. 

The Learning Philosopher. 

Deficit Thinking

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

I received this book last October 6, 2017. I ordered it from Amazon. Flipped through it and left it among the piles of books since then.

Dismantling Contemporary Deficit Thinking (Valencia, 2010)

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These last few days I was not at the laptop. 

I had bleeding in half of the right eye.  Looked very serious but no pain Alhamdulillah. I have been to the doctor earlier. And yesterday to an eye-specialist for follow-up, because the healing was looking not too good. Alhamdulillah. Not too worry. It would take a couple of weeks to resolve, the good doctor said.

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Husband said. Stop the computer for a while.

I did. 

But picked up the book instead and have been digging into it for awhile.

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Deficit thinking.

Let me illustrate its meaning through some real life examples.

Example 1: An engineering graduate is told by the HR director that she is not suitable for the post because the Agency wants a male. Ladies would not be able to fulfil their field duties when they are married and pregnant.

Example 2: Orang Asli students fail in school because they are poor, lazy, parents are not involved, attitude problem. So most research say. 

Example 3: Girls should not be encouraged to memorise the Quran Kareem because when they get married and be busied by their children they will not have the time to review. And they would forget.

No no no. I did not make the above up. You can read about it here.

An excerpt from the article ...

“… and that’s why women shouldn’t memorize the Quran.” What did he just say? I had just finished memorizing the Quran myself that year, so I sat up in my seat. “My sister memorized the Quran,” he continued, “but she’s been so busy with her newborn baby that she never has time to review it, and now she’s forgotten it all. So it’s better for women not to memorize because they won’t be able to retain it while raising children.” (Tesneem Alkiek)

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Deficit thinking is a social construction that is flavoured by three contemporary discourses.

1. the genetic pathology model - the belief that we are naturally disadvantaged by who we are genetically ... being a female one cannot be as good an engineer, a black is less intelligent than a white (a prevalent implicit as well as explicit belief in the USA ... see JP Rushton for example) 

2. the culture of poverty model - the belief that failure is due to being poor. Students failure are linked to family's poverty.

3. the 'at-risk' model - the belief that some are culturally to be more at-risk to fail than others ... a married woman will have no time to review her memorisation of the Quran Kareem ... or when students are lumped into at-risk category because of who they are are.

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The key idea is that deficit thinking gives rise to 'blame the victim' culture. 

It's your fault that you can't get the job because you are female.

It's your fault that you failed because your family is poor and can't afford tuition, and your parents are too busy eking out a living to teach you at home.

It's your fault that you risk failing because you speak 'Greek' at home, and you can't follow the lessons taught in the Martian language in class. 

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This is more common than we think.

Think about the many incidents when we had this sudden inclination to blame the victims (the individuals themselves, their families, their culture, their language, etc.) for what have happened. 

Did our thinking process sound like any of the examples above?

Abah

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

16 September 2016

Abah

a year. and a bit more since.

and left are us

pebbles in the stream

rolling along

a destination not too long

we despair not

for we hear the news of fajar light

and its blessings

and here we are

bathe still

in the cool memory 

of life 

simply lived

Alhamdulillah. 

Allahummaghfirlahu warhamhu wa 'afihi wa' fu 'anhu

Would a monkey be less of a monkey

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Nice isn't it? Window seat with a view.

No it is not my room. I wish.

But 

I do have a corner room in our house in Kampung Ulu. Alhamdulillah.

The room is flanked by two windows on both the sides that can be opened just like the above. No iron grill. One can just jump in and out of the windows if one so wish.

We were in Kampung on Sunday, staying overnight. At night I closed the window but left the curtain drawn opened so that I could see the soothing night light and the moonlight beyond.

Right across the road up the slope, I could see the grey shadows of rubber trees.

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In the morning I opened the windows wide. Then we went to Kuala Pilah to shop for Mother.

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Meanwhile at home.

Brother-in-Law was in the living area. Suddenly he heard a commotion in the corner room. He rushed in to see. And lo and behold.

A family of monkeys were having a fanfare in the room. Jumping up and down on the bed.

Those were one amazing intruders.

Alhamdulillah. Brother-in-Law was quick. No mishap. Nothing was borrowed by the monkeys.

It was hilarious. 

But I was thankful that nothing was missing.

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Would a monkey be less of a monkey if he is inside a house?

hehe.

Nujoom

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

By the sky containing the constellations (85:1)

Nujoom are the stars. Constellations are groups of stars.

Shaykh Hamza Yusuf (SHY) related a conversation he had with a pilot in the pilot's cabin during a flight over the USA.

SHY: If the instrument to indicate direction fail, no GPS no nothing, how would you find the direction.

Whereupon the pilot turned off all the lights in the cabin. In complete darkness SHY looked out to the sky flooded with stars. And the pilot said:

We still have the stars.

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SHY said that the verses in Al Quran Kareem are like the stars. Those who delved into the Holy Quran will find guidance in it.

Much like the constellations of stars that provide guidance to earthly travellers, the Holy Quran provides guidance to spiritual travellers. 

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In the end, Allah Ta'ala guides our path and our heart. The darkest time of the night is just before fajar. If we are patient, soon fajar breaks and darkness lightens. So never despair from the Grace of Allah Ta'ala. So give good news to people with patience.

May Allah Ta'ala have mercy on all my teachers. 

Real and Virtual. 

Ameen Ya Rabbal 'alameen.

Liza

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Today I will start to put into words the many memories of beautiful people that have touched this short life.

Yes. 

In retrospect it is truly a short life. 

Years have just gone by and there are not too much left I am sure.

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Liza was my help bee. In Brunei Darussalam. 

She was a Filipino. She told me her mother was a Muslim from Mindanao. She came to Manila to work and married her father, a Catholic.

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Liza lived in Bandar Seri Begawan, staying in a rented room along with her sister, brother-in-law and some female cousins. It was a small room. It looked very crowded to me. But I understood the main purpose for their being in Brunei was to earn and sending their earnings back to their families in the  Philippines. 

They were young and full of energy.

Liza came almost every Sunday to help me. She took the bus from Bandar Seri Begawan to Tutong where I lived. About forty minutes. By 8.00 AM she would be calling out to me to throw the house key from my bedroom window on the second floor to her.

She would let herself in. After asking about her welfare and showing what needed to be done I left her. She would then be busy as a bee. 

Hand washing all my clothes. 

She would only use the washing machine for heavy items. Towels. Bed sheets and pillow cases. Everything else by hand. And was she a fast bee. 

Then the vacuuming and mopping. 

It was a huge double storey house. The Government's provision. 

I lived alone. 

But I used every room and every corner for different purposes. 

Didn't they say that one should not leave any room or corner unattended, then something else would come and reside there. 

I had three radio/tapes running at various time through out the house. 1 upstairs in the family area (although I had no family then). 1 in the big living room downstairs. And 1 in the kitchen. I use them to listen to Quran recitals.  

Truth be told having Quran recitation where ever I was in the house gave me a lot of courage.

I love Liza. 

She kept every inch of the house clean and tidy.

Working through the house sincerely.

No instructions needed. She just knew what needed to be done. And did it extremely well

By 10 in the morning I would be down to prepare some heavy brunch for the both of us. We would miss lunch. Because by 4.00 PM I would be sending her back to Bandar Seri Begawan and I would give her early dinner on the way in Bandar. These were special treats for her.

I miss Liza. 

When I left Brunei she was the last person to meet me as I passed on my Passport to be checked before leaving the public lounge. She was late. And she was running. Calling me at the same time "Kak Hajjah, Kak Hajjah".

Just a minute or two more and we would have missed each other.

Those were not smartphone days. And  I was not much into photography. I don't have a photo of Liza. 

But I have a beautiful vision of her.

Unity

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Unity

Don't hate one another. Don't envy one another. Don't turn away from one another.

la tabaghadhu wala tahasadu wala tadabaru

Unity

The above is part of the following hadith of the Prophet  صَلَّى اللّٰهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّم (ṣallā llāhu ʿalayhi wasallam)

Anas ibn Malik (radhi Allahu anhu) reported: 

The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said: 

لَا تَبَاغَضُوا وَلَا تَحَاسَدُوا وَلَا تَدَابَرُوا وَكُونُوا عِبَادَ اللَّهِ إِخْوَانًا وَلَا يَحِلُّ لِمُسْلِمٍ أَنْ يَهْجُرَ أَخَاهُ فَوْقَ ثَلَاثٍ

Do not hate each other, do not envy each other, do not turn away from each other, but rather be servants of Allah as brothers. It is not lawful for a Muslim to boycott his brother for more than three days.

Source: Ṣaḥīḥ al-Bukhārī 5718, Grade: Muttafaqun Alayhi

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A reminder as I was listening to Shaykh Hamza Yusuf syarah discussing the life and work of Imam Al-Ghazali (rahimahullah)

la tabaghadhu wala tahasadu wala tadabaru

Yusuf ...

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Muhammad Yusuf .  Born February 2014

He has a sister. 25 days old today. Zulaikha.

He also has an older sister. Sarah. About three years older than him.

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For two weeks Yusuf was with Mak Lang. To give space to his Mother to recover.

Mak Lang has a large MPV to meet the needs of her big family.

Yusuf thinks his Dad's car could also be bigger. As big as Mak Lang's.

Yusuf: Ayah belilah kereta macam ni.

Ayah in jest: Banyak duit kau.

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A few days later. Pak Lang was having a playful conversation with Yusuf.

Pak Lang: Yusuf, nanti bagitau Ayah bayar 50 ringgit sehari kat Pak Lang jaga Yusuf.

Yusuf: ... 

[Diam for awhile. He does not understand the value of RM50. But he knows that Pak Lang is talking about money].

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Moments later they moved to the dining table.

Mak Lang, Pak Lang, Yusuf, Kakak (Anak Pak Lang & Mak Lang) were getting ready to eat.

While seated Kakak heard Yusuf uttering softly to himself.

"Nanti Mail cakap, banyak duit kau"

Pak Lang asked Kakak. What Yusuf said. And Kakak repeated.

They laughed. Of course.

Mail is Ismail. Yusuf's Ayah. Others refer to Ismail as Mail regularly in front of the children. So Yusuf picked Mail as an option for Ayah.

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But as I heard this being narrated, I too laughed. Initially.

Then I felt like crying.

I was wondering what could be in Yusuf's mind as he uttered those words.

Was he feeling sorry for himself.

I don't know. 

And I would never know.

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Our family is straight talking industrial family. People of industry. In contrast to people of politics (who has diplomacy) and intellectuals (who think before they speak).

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At 3 plus years. Yusuf is learning to make connections. A pattern linking the concepts of:

 Money. Ayah. And Possibilities.

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While parents, uncles and others around a child may be jesting, the child is processing the incoming utterances and actions in his or her own way. 

Yusuf at 1 year plus. Demam.

Yusuf. Yusuf kecik lagi. One day you may come across these written words. You may not remember anything. Mak mbong may or may not be around. 

But know that. Mak mbong loves you. You are named after our Beloved Prophets, Muhammad Salla llahu 'alayhi wasallam and Yusuf  'Alayhissalam. Whose life story is our inspiration towards understanding family issues, virtue of patience and forgiveness. 

May Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala protect you in your lifelong journey.

Memorising ...

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

This is the story of Imam Al-Ghazali (Rahimahullah). About the virtue of memorising.

Memorising his lessons was tough. And he was not too keen either. Instead he took copious notes as he listened to his teachers.

This story tells how an incident brought him to the realisation that MEMORISING is truly a learning process that must be respected and one must train oneself for it.

The following screen captures from a PDF version is available in my laptop. 

Briefly it is about how Imam Al-Ghazali was robbed during a journey home. After years of studying. 

He was very upset about the loss of his study notes, that he followed the robbers and beg them for the return only of his notebooks.

The chief robber asked why the notes were important. And Imam Al-Ghazali explained that the notes were from his years of study, leaving his country, to hear, write and learn knowledge of great teachers.

The chief robber laughed at Imam Al-Ghazali, saying "How can you pretend to have learned their knowledge, when I have taken them and stripped you of your learning so that you have no knowledge?"

The chief robber then asked his people to return the notebooks back to Imam Al-Ghazali.

And Imam Al-Ghazali said that 'this man was sent by God to teach me'.

As he was not emphasising Memorising as a requisite in his learning, he realised that he almost lost whatever understanding and knowledge he had compiled in his study notes.

The robber was only a tool.

Allah Ta'ala sent him to teach Imam Al-Ghazali a lesson for his remiss.

Imam Al-Ghazali then spent the next three years of his life committing to memory the lectures that he had learned from his teachers.

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As a learner we have at our disposal a variety of learning strategies to acquire knowledge.  Memorising is one of the most difficult strategy as we age.

But for the young, it is a valuable innate skill that should not be passed in loss.

Some of us may think memorising is not a worthy skill. 

This is because we link memorising to regurgitation during examination. This is truly a misunderstood purpose of memorising.

Memorising makes higher order thinking and concept elaboration easier. Because we have in our memory bank the knowledge capital to support our complex thinking and generating learning process.

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Rabbi yassir wa la tu'assir. Rabbi tammim bil khair. Rabbi zidni 'ilma. 

Motivation ...

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

All you need is a two letters prefix. And you are de ... motivated.

Sounds simple. 

Just a literary manipulation. 

Freire said. 

Demotivation is a vision that has lost its bearing. And this is more complicated. Vision is what moves us.

Vision of better things moves us to plod on through whatever life processes that we have to go through.

Loss of vision is a sad thing.

But if one recalls that this life is temporary

then

Vision of akhirah moves us to goodness.

Inshaa Allah

Maryam ...

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

... my Beloved Niece. 

My Child

Beyond the sea

She had her wonderful wedding occasion in April 2016.

6 months later ...

In October 2016 I received news of her husband's passing in a mishap.

How do you console a grieving young heart?

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Bismillahirrahmanirraheem

It's been a year since. 

I have kept the short entry above in the blog's memory box. 

I don't know why. 

But today. 

Something triggers my visit here.

Maybe despite the sad start ... It's the right moment to say Salam to everyone. Again.

Assalamu'alaikum

Dear All

May Sparkling Tranquillity reign in our heart.