Seminar Prep Map

When i were attached to a training center, one of my colleague Anna created this diagram and distributed to us trainers. A great piece of paper for planning event.Thank you very much.

Debarku Bertukar Gembira- Taddarus Garden Homes

Saya terpanggil selepas solat Tarawih semalam untuk bertadarus Al-Quran kerana saya  rasakan ada

kelainan dari Tadarus yang biasanya dilakukan. Ustaz Bakri menyatakan " kita akan bertadarus dengan target bukan untuk mengkhatamkan Al-Quran, tetapi untuk membetulkan bacaan, seorang dapat baca dua-tiga ayat pun jadilah, janji kita dapat diperbetulkan. Semalam saya pun tunggu, ingat dah tak jadi sebab tiada yang duduk dikeliling Al-Quran yang telah disusun oleh sahabatku Masalrol. Saya makan moreh dulu, dan sambil menunggu pencetus untuk memulakan Tadarus, saya membantu sahabatku Cikgu Yusri melipat tikar di tepi surau sehingga makin ramai yang pulang. Saya pun sahaja masuk ke surau semula, berjalan perlahan-lahan ke pintu keluar sebelah padang untuk pulang, sambil mengharapkan tadarus tersebut dimulakan.

Selangkah sebelum keluar, Ustaz Bakri bertanya "Tadarus malam ni jadi ke?". Kemudian kelihatan beberapa peserta duduk dan saya pun duduk bersama-sama, didalam hati agak berdebar-debar kerana ingin memperdengarkan bacaan yang tidak seberapa molek pada umur yang sudah lanjut, terasa macam temuduga debarannya.

Kami pun memulakan majlis dengan Ustaz Bakri memberi objektif Taddarus  dan  pesanan-pesanan  berguna dan betapa tingginya keistimewaan bertadarus dibulan Ramadhan. Beliau memulakan Surah Al-Baqarah dengan kami mendengar berhati-hati cara bacaanya, sambil mengaut ilmu. Sampai kepada peserta kedua, diperdengarkan bacaannya  dan diperhalusi dengan penambahbaikan oleh Ustaz dan sahabat-sahabat. Kemudian sampai giliran saya, memang agak berdebar.

Saya memulakan bacaan dengan sedikit bergetar, hasil dari debaran yang dirasai. Bila sampai ayat yang seterusnya, saya semakin berkeyakinan dan gementar semakin hilang. Keyakinan ini adalah bukannya disebabkan oleh bacaan saya yang baik, tetapi keyakinaan dan keberanian untuk ditegur bacaan saya tanpa berasa malu. Ini sebenarnya perasaan yang saya mahu sebab memang saya berasa malu sebelum ini untuk menyertai Taddarus di surau-surau lain di tahun yang lampau memandangkan peserta terdiri dari yang mahir dan saya yang tidak baik bacaannya tidak berani kerana merasakan (perasaan sendiri sebenarnya) saya akan menyebabkan objektif mengkhatamkan Quran menjadi lambat atau tidak tercapai. Selepas membaca kira-kira empat lima ayat dan bacaan saya diperbetulkan, bacaan dipindahkan kepada peserta seterusnya. Lega rasanya pada saat itu dan saya merasakan bertadarus bukanlah  sesuatu yang “menakutkan” untuk manusia kurang arif membaca Al-Alquran seperti saya, bahkan berasa puas dan seronok dengan pendekatan Taddarus di surau Garden Home yang dicintai.

Saya juga dapat merasakan malam itu, sebagai manusia biasa, sesiapa saja boleh melakukan kesilapan semasa membaca Al-Quran dan terkadang  kita yang tidak seberapa ini pun boleh memperbetulkan bacaan sahabat yang lebih pakar, bukan kerana siapa lebih baik, tetapi terkadang  yang mendengar bacaan lebih peka dari yang membaca Al-Quran, tanpa terasa akan teguran tersebut; Keindahan Taddarus sebenar.

Diakhir Taddarus, Ustaz Husni member ulasan berguna mengenai bacaan-bacaan dari peserta, memang menarik tadarus versi Garden Home ini saya doakan saya berkesempatan untuk menyertainya lagi.

Saya memohon maaf dari sahabat-sahabat dan memohon keampunan Allah jika nukilan saya ini ada cacat celanya, yang baik dari Allah, yang buruk dari saya sendiri, Allahuallam

Asni ,11-7-2013

Beratur Mengambil Wudhuk

Saya amat terpesona dengan sifat orang Islam menghormati masjid semasa mengambil wudhuk terutama semasa solat Jumaat. Kita boleh beratur panjang tanpa berebut-rebut.

Photo Credit Of Arrester's Blog

Tetapi setelah keluar pintu masjid untuk menaiki LRT, Komuter, bas dan sebagai, disiplin ini seolah-olah hilang. Adakah kita bersikap seperti sorang muslim sebenar didalam pagar masjid sahaja.

Kenapakah kita boleh beratur semasa mengambil wudhuk tetapi tidak semasa berada di tempat awam?

Lesson From The Zebra Crossing

I, as a normal human being living in Malaysia, use the zebra crossing as far as I can even thought in some occasions, our careless mind overtakes our sanity, the reason being its too far from my intended crossing point or I want to be quick to get to the other side in this so called fast paced world.

One day Al-Mighty really gave me a good lesson, of not being easily fooled by the devil, which will always want me to be carelessly quick and get me into trouble. I was crossing the KLIA arrival taxi lane to get to Gate 3. As the zebra crossing is further up about 20 meters, I just wanted to dash to the other sides immediately. After looking to my left far a while. I stepped down from the divider and immediately a fast transport van, coming out of thin air, braked in front of me, the driver stared at me from his window, to my amazement.Then suddenly he said, you should use the zebra crossing! 

The path to the arrival lane was, as I realized, is sloping downhill at each ends so it is impossible to see fast moving vehicles coming in. It very dangerous, especially if you try to cross the taxi lane exactly at Gate 3 Local Flight, where I usually use. Its a well learned lesson as I looked at the zebra-crossing for a moment.

Music Technology

Do you still  remember this thing of yesteryears? My younger brother who likes to collect nostalgic items got it from Ipoh Memory Lane, a famous place for junk items. My father use to have this cartridge when he, circa 1977, bought what we called "radio grand" named Lamina with a cartridge player and Garrard vinyl record player and it sounded  nice during that time. I was 4 years old then.
The fun did not stop there. It continued when the cartridge was unusable  or intentionally made unusable by us. We loved to pull the brown tape and wrap it all over the house.
One occasion that I still remembered was when my opah (grandmather) occasionally came to our home and she bought a cartridge titled "Nasyid Al-Mizan". We love to hear to their hit song like "Alhamdullilah, Junjungan Mulia, Seruan Suci" I searched the internet for the songs and when I heard it, all the good time when my Opah was still in this world make me realized how she love us. May Allah bless her Hajah Puteh Sofiah aminn.

Old Newspaper

This is a true story about my father who likes to buy newspaper almost everyday. One thing that impressed me that he would arrange the old newspaper neatly in the storeroom after the day is over. After sometimes when the stack is about an arm length in height, he would call the old newspaper man to be sold.

One day in 2010, he was approached by a not so familiar old newspaper man.”Old newspaper! Old batteries!”  came out from the recorded voice as the old newspaper man drove slowly in his 1 tonne red and green 2.5 litre diesel  lorry with  dark grey thick tarpaulin covering its cargo.

My father hurried down to the front of his house and called “Old newspaper” . As the lorry came to a halt, the old newspaper man in his late forties, wearing  a white shirt and khaki bermuda  and his young assistant came down and picked up a stack of old newspaper after my father  showed  them the way to the storeroom.

 “RM 8 and 10 cents my friend” he said as he quickly put the newspaper on the weathered light green weighing scale with red a pointer and  aluminum tray and was about to haul it into his truck.

My father was furious and said “Wait! Can you please weight it again?”

The man quickly put back the newspaper back and the scale show almost 27 kg all right. “I am selling to you at 30 cents per kg, so 27 kg times 30 cent come to  RM8.10, ok I give you the 10 cents even though it is a bit less than 27 Kgs”  the old newspaper man said in a throaty muscular voice as he tried to be friendly.

“Stay for a moment, I want to get something more in my house” my father said in a commanding voice.

The old newspaper man cannot stop grinning from ears to ears, as his wrinkled face lighten up because my father was getting more of old things to be sold to him .Old car batteries, old children tricycle, corrugated boxes, magazines came into his mind, thanking his friendly manner and the extra 10 cents which attracted my father. “Ahh, today is 22 April, I will set it in my mobile phone reminder for next visit. This man is a well read person, so he has a lot of paper based items to be sold”, he thought as his assistant gargled down his throat plenty of  plain water from an old soft drink bottle.

My father was thinking otherwise. He searched high and  low for an item with a known weight, not to be sold but act as a standard for weight. Suddenly he saw something in the kitchen, a 10 kg rice sack. He quickly brought it to the two men waiting at the front gate.

The newspaper men were quite puzzled by my father's action. He just watched as my father put the sack on the scale and to their amazement, the scale tipped 9 Kgs. “ Sorry sir, this scale is out of order, we don’t know it, we will fix it straight away after this. Here you extra RM1.00 sir”

My father was quite upset that he accepted the extra RM1.00 with a mild angry tone. Who would know how many persons have they fooled or it is true they will fixed the scale straight away ?

Actually, my father  is so get used to selling old newspaper that he can gauge the weight for  certain days of  newspaper collection and the price he would get from the old newspaper man. He usually sells a stack of about 30 Kgs and get around RM9.00. There are a few old newspaper men who approach him and the one who is at the right timing will usually get to buy the old newspaper from my father.

This story really opens my mind on the importance of consumer rights that should be exercised by all people in Malaysia.

Delightful Blackout

I just came back from Ipoh to my home in Bandar Baru Bangi  on Jan 30, 2013 7.30pm only to be greeted by a power blackout. The normal comments came out from me "blackout, what happening?" We just entered the house, lighted 2candles that have been dipped in cooking oil ( a technique  I learned to make the candles last longer), took out  all  the  luggages  and  performed  our Maghrib   prayer.  After  then  my wife,  my two daughters and   myself gathered near the candles, talked happily with my wife  and   played with the kids when I suddenly said " This is why during the yesteryears family are close knitted,  there are no TV (some family have SW radio),no internet, let alone electronic games during the night and after dinner everybody gathered around the head of the family to hear folklore stories, advises or better still religious lessons or discussions. The father during those days were like magnet and felt really honoured, drawing the rest of the family to hear the valuable voice full of wisdom. Family members were more or less free from overindulgence in the media and entertainment world. When we got so called advanced and well informed now, Almighty take away this kind of goodness, maybe because we are advancing and well informed in a wrong way!-Allahualam Musabab