- Hasrizal Abdul Jamil
16 hours ago near Cyberjaya
Teguran saya kepada modul-modul latihan, teknik mendidik, menulis dan memotivasi serta tips yang dibangunkan daripada al-Quran, oleh pelbagai pihak kebelakangan ini adalah bertitik tolak antaranya daripada hadith Nabi SAW:
من قال في القرآن برأيه فقد أخطأ
أبو داود (3652)، الترمذي (2953) عن جندب بن عبد الله
"Barangsiapa berkata mengenai al-Quran berdasarkan pendapatnya sendiri, maka beliau telah salah"
Demikian juga hadith berikut:
من قال في القرآن بغير علم فليتبوأ مقعده من النار
رواه الترمذي، كتاب تفسير القرآن باب ما جاء في الذي يفسر القرآن برأيه، (2950)
"Barangsiapa yang berkata mengenai al-Quran tanpa ilmu maka tersedia tempat duduk untuknya daripada api Neraka"
Maksud hadith ini ialah, biar pun pendapat itu betul, ia tetap salah dan dicela kerana pendapat itu terhasil di atas premis yang salah, yakni tanpa ilmu-ilmu yang diperlukan untuk mengupas al-Quran, para pembangun modul ini dengan beraninya menghasilkan pelbagai modul latihan, motivasi, teknik dengan dakwaan ia datang daripada al-Quran. Walaupun mungkin apa yang dihasilkan itu betul (dan berkesan dengan testimoni pelanggan yang menggunakannya) ia tetap salah kerana dihasilkan dengan cara yang dicela agama.
Semasa saya bentangkan sebuah kertas kerja di dalam sebuah sesi latihan untuk trainer, motivator dan pembuat modul, saya jelaskan bahawa apa-apa sahaja modul yang dikaitkan dengan agama, apatah lagi menamakannya seperti "teknik komunikasi efektif kisah sulaiman dan semut", "resolusi konflik menggunakan surah aal imran" atau mungkin yang sudah dimasyhurkan seperti Teknik Surah Yusuf sebagai mazhab penulisan PTS, semua itu adalah TAFSIR KEPADA WAHYU ALLAH.
Dan untuk menafsir wahyu Allah, maka ada ilmu dan alat yang diperlukan untuk melakukannya. Jika ia dilakukan menurut pendapat peribadi, ilmu yang bukan ilmu interaksi nas, pengalaman, maka ia termasuk di dalam kecelaan bercakap tentang al-Quran dengan pendapat sendiri yang telah diberi amaran oleh Nabi SAW.
Pembentangan saya itu adalah amaran awal kepada komuniti industri motivasi agar membuat dua pilihan iaitu sama ada mendapatkan ilmu yang diperlukan untuk menafsir al-Quran, atau berhenti mengaitkan modul masing-masing dengan mana-mana bahagian al-Quran.
Sebab itu saya cuba bertukar-tukar pendapat berkenaan hal ini. Misalnya, semasa pengasas modul Mendorong Murid Kelas Corot menyebut di FB beliau dalam rangka membangunkan modul mendorong kelas corot gaya Nabi (SAW), "tidak ditemui di mana-mana ada menyebut Nabi pernah merotan", saya memberikan maklum balas.
Saya berpendapat bahawa untuk menyebut Nabi pernah merotan, secara teknikalnya adalah jauh lebih mudah, berbanding hendak menyebut Nabi tidak pernah merotan. Kenyataan pertama tadi, kaedahnya ialah datangkan dalil bahawa nabi pernah merotan. Tetapi untuk menyebut nabi tidak pernah merotan, maka ia hanya boleh dibuat jika penyebut sudah habis membaca dan mengkaji SEMUA hadith Nabi (SAW). Sudahkah dibaca semua hadith? Jika tidak, biar pun mungkin pendapat itu akhirnya betul, ia tetap salah kerana dibuat di atas premis yang salah.
Dan secara faktanya, ada beberapa hadith Nabi SAW yang baginda memberikan garis panduan dalam merotan, agar tidak lebih daripada sepuluh kali kecuali dalam hudud, dan jika memukul tidak boleh membabitkan bahagian muka.
Tetapi saranan tersebut tidak mendapat maklum balas.
Saya juga mencuba banyak kali di dalam pelbagai syarikat motivasi, dan hampir kesemuanya mendegilkan diri, termasuk pada mengekalkan riwayat palsu dalam modul.
Soalnya siapa saya?
Saya memang budak mentah, dalam industri latihan, saya juga bukanlah sesiapa. Tetapi sebagai insan yang Allah ajarkan saya serba sedikit ilmu al-Quran dan al-Sunnah, saya wajib menyuarakan hal ini.
Maka rakan trainer, motivator, penulis, juga ustaz-ustaz marilah kita sama-sama bermuhasabah dan memperbaiki hal ini.
Bertaubatlah.
Saya menyebut hal ini kerana saya tidak mahu diri saya dipandang sebagai ustaz hebat, selebriti di pandangan peminat, tetapi di pandangan Allah, saya adalah anjing yang terjelir lidah.
"Dan bacakanlah kepada mereka (wahai Muhammad), khabar berita seorang yang kami beri kepadanya (pengetahuan mengenai) ayat-ayat (Kitab) Kami. kemudian ia menjadikan dirinya terkeluar dari mematuhinya, lalu ia diikuti oleh Syaitan (dengan godaannya), maka menjadilah dari orang-orang yang sesat. Dan kalau Kami kehendaki nescaya Kami tinggikan pangkatnya dengan (sebab mengamalkan) ayat-ayat itu. Tetapi ia bermati-mati cenderung kepada dunia dan menurut hawa nafsunya; maka bandingannya adalah seperti anjing, jika engkau menghalaunya: ia menghulurkan lidahnya termengah-mengah, dan jika engkau membiarkannya: ia juga menghulurkan lidahnya termengah-mengah. Demikianlah bandingan orang-orang yang mendustakan ayat-ayat Kami. Maka ceritakanlah kisah-kisah itu supaya mereka berfikir." [Al-A'raaf : 175-6]
Moga Allah ampunkan saya dan saudara-saudara saya atas ketelanjuran ini
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Fadhlina Sidek Sidek merasai kebimbangan yg sama..terima kasih ustaz kerana menzahirkannya dalam bahasa yg lebih tepat!
16 hours ago · Like · 7
Nur'ain At Thalitha JazakAllah ustaz.
16 hours ago via mobile · Like
Amirul Farhan apa taraf hadith itu ustaz? jazakallahkhair
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Syukuri Jaafar ada pendapat yang mengatakan, mereka tidak menafsir, cuma mengambil semangat dan inspirasi yang ada dalam surah-surah al-quran sebagai panduan.
16 hours ago · Like · 1
Azhan Khazari ini sangat menarik wlpn sbgai org awam. Sbb kdg2 trbawa2 juga. Quran dan hadis mmg perlukan cara pemahaman dan kaedah yg btul. Brharap dapat didetailkan tntang hadis itu.
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Syuaib Supani ustaz,bagaimana pula situasi bagi seseorang yang hendak mentadabbur ayat al-quran hanya berdasarkan kitab terjemahan al-quran semata2?
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Muhammad Nizam Rubani Ibrahim Ucapkanlah yang benar biarpun pahit...demi ummah tercinta ya ustaz...alhamdulillah...jazakallahu khairan kathira...sentiasa menantikan nasihat dan kata-kata hikmah bersandarkan al-Quran dan As-Sunnah yang umpama sinaran lampu picit di gelapan malam...uhibbuka fillah...
16 hours ago · Like · 2
Noriman Saari Banyak juga ternampak post di Fb Kaedah motivasi spt ini... Sesuatu yg baik tujuannya atau kaedahnya tidak menghalalkan mendustakan Rasulullah.
16 hours ago via mobile · Like · 1
Hazni Ihsan Terfikir juga isunya meliputi Program 2 Tarbiah di KAMPUS ustaz.Jazakallahu khair ats peringatan
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Ummu Fateh Bestya pilihan pertama yang diberi ustaz : Mendapatkan ILMU yang diperlukan untuk menafsir Al-Quran...amat tinggi dan sangat diperlukan.
16 hours ago via mobile · Like · 2
Hanya Faiz J ustadz hasrizal...
adakah konsep ini juga melarang utk men'taddabur' ayat AQ
16 hours ago via mobile · Like · 2
Ainul Munira salam ustaz,... terima kasih banyak2 sgt ustaz.skg dah tak 50-50 dah. hehehehe
15 hours ago · Like · 1
Leman Dolah alhamdulillah..syukran ya ustaz.pencerahan yg baik di awal pagi ini..
15 hours ago · Like · 1
Nor Erza Shafina Ustaz Hasrizal, saya yakin teguran/nasihat ustaz ini sangat dihargai dan diterima oleh orang-orang yang ikhlas. Seorang pengurus senior di tempat kerja saya mengulang-ulang pesan kepada kami anak2 buahnya: "Dont take things easy, but make things easy". Saya fikir pesanan ini terpakai untuk pelbagai bidang/disiplin. Sebagai seorang dengan latarbelakang akademik bahagian kejuruteraan dan a practising engineer, saya rasa amat kerdil untuk bercakap tentang topik-topik besar berkaitan agama. Namun update terbaru ustaz menyebabkan saya sukar lelap dan saya beranikan diri untuk menulis feedback. Saya sangat berharap & berdoa agar seruan/nasihat/teguran/amaran daripada pakar-pakar ilmu Islam TIDAK MEMBUATKAN para muslimin yang membaca seruan-seruan itu:
1. Memilih untuk berhenti praktis/promote the Islamic way or the supposed Islamic way - kerana berasa inferior tidak cukup ilmu Islam atau akibat 'larangan' mengaitkan promosi method2 mereka dengan Islam kerana tim mereka tidak terdiri daripada pakar2 agama. Saya sangat bimbang jika golongan2 dai'e bukan pakar ilmu Islam ini patah semangatnya dan back to using popular liberal methods (methods yang langsung tidak dikaitkan dengan agama) because thats the easier way out. Bila guna cara 'Islam', they are prone to criticism from the more experts or supposed experts jadi lebih baik tidak kaitkan modul mereka dengan Islam langsung. Alangkah ruginya kita wahai ikhwan semua kerana yang mahu menjadikan Islam as way of life masih minoriti dan jika yang minoriti ini dipancung-pancung maka makin sedikitlah kita...
"Dont take things easy, but make things easy".
2. Menjauhkan diri terus dari kumpulan trainer/motivator/novelis yang Ustaz mention kerana khuatirkan 'ajaran/methodology sesat'. Sedangkan modul2 tersebut, barangkali hanya 10-30% sahaja kandungannya perlu dibetulkan fakta/interpretasi akibat khilaf tim trainer/motivator/novelis. Bahagian yang nak dibetulkan inilah memerlukan bimbingan pakar2 ilmu Islam. Alangkah ruginya jika keseluruhan modul atau hasil tulisan dianggap salah sedangkan hanya sebahagian memerlukan pembetulan.
"Dont take things easy, but make things easy".
3. Menganggap para agamawan sebagai jumud atau hanya menganggap their way of preaching Islam as correct way. Na'uzubillah.
Sebagai orang biasa2 sesungguhnya saya sangat mahukan ada para pendakwah+penulis+motivator+trainer Muslim dengan pengaruh seperti John Maxwell. Yang mengikuti buku2/modul beliau pasti dapat mengesan at his core beliau sebetulnya mempromosi Christian way of life.
"Dont take things easy, but make things easy".
Moga Allah ampunkan kita jika perbincangan kita ini terkeluar dari redhaNya.
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Azman Mohd Nawi Saya termenung panjang dengan kupasan ustaz..saya harap dapat kiranya ustaz perincikan dengan lebih lanjut berhubung perkara ini.sebagai pengelola majalah bernuansa akademik memang dekat sangat apa yang ustaz paparkan ini dengan kerjaya saya.insya Allah moga Allah pertemukan kita satu hari nanti.
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Ahmad Syukri Mansor saya ambil contoh dalam bidang bisnes, jika kita hendak berjaya, kita perlu ada mentor yang telah lama bergelumang dlm bidang keusahawanan supaya kita tidak melakukan kesilapan yg dia lakukan, dan usahawan yang berjaya dan hebat bukalah seorang yang tidak pernah gagal n melakukan kesilapan, tetapi mereka belajar darinya untuk terus maju...
begitu juga seorang trainer, tidak kira di mana posisi, bila bercakap tentang bidang agama perlulah merujuk mereka yang pakar dalam bidang itu, jika melakukan kesilapan janganlah berputus asa n berkecil hati, anggaplah ia suatu proses untuk mematangkan ilmunya dan seharusmya ia patut berterima kasih kerana ada yg sudi menegurnya... imam dalam mazhab fekah pun melalui proses yang sama, teruji dan diuji sebelum mazhab/metodologi mereka ini diterima ramai...ianya tidaklah terlalu sukar selagi mana budaya berguru itu subur
11 hours ago via mobile · Like · 2
Rozek Suka DiTag saya baca berulang-ulang kali..mengelakkan drpd salah mentafsir maksud ustaz..maksudnya, setiap kali ingin guna hadis atau dalil,rujuk pada yg pakar dulu?
ini buat saya terlintas dan boleh kaitkan apa tradisi di asrama saya dulu..selepas solat fardhu,salah seorang akan bangun untuk membacakan sepotong ayat atau cerita yg tkandung dalam buku..dkongsikan bsama hadirin..yg bcerita itu tidak mengetahui sangat apa yg dbacanya, cuma dia menyampaikan..bagaimana ustaz melihat hal begini..?
membaca tanpa guru, gurunya adalah syaitan..?
wallahualam
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Toshiro Mifune Saya amat setuju lebih-lebih lagi bahagian ini..."Saya berpendapat bahawa untuk menyebut Nabi pernah merotan, secara teknikalnya adalah jauh lebih mudah, berbanding hendak menyebut Nabi tidak pernah merotan. Kenyataan pertama tadi, kaedahnya ialah datangkan dalil bahawa nabi pernah merotan. Tetapi untuk menyebut nabi tidak pernah merotan, maka ia hanya boleh dibuat jika penyebut sudah habis membaca dan mengkaji SEMUA hadith Nabi (SAW)"...
Mungkin apa yg ustaz nak sampaikan ialah setiap hipotesis(cth: tidak pernah merotan) perlu bukti yang kukuh utk mengatakan ianya tidak pernah berlaku. Sedangkan kebarangkaliannya tetap ada...jika habis kaji Hadis dan Al-Quran saja pun kita belum tentu dapat jawapannya kerana berapa ribu(juta?) Orang yang Nabi jumpa dan adakah setiap pertemuan itu diriwayatkan? Maka Grey area itu tetap ada...maka siapalah kita utk katakan tidak atau tiada sedangkan kita tidak blh/upaya utk siasat/ambil tahu secara total.
Saya doakan Ustaz yg telah klasifikasikan diri sendiri sebagai masih mentah dan 'Nobody' dalam latihan menjadi 'Somebody' dan boleh hadir dengan teori dan modul yang lebih rapi kerana saya yakin Ustaz ada kebolehan dan pengetahuan yang cukup utk berIjtihad dan menyuntik semangat dan ilmu terutama utk golongan muda. InshaAllah...teruskan perjuangan Ustaz
10 hours ago · Like · 3
Shaliza Hayati A Wahab Ya setuju dengan apa yg Ustaz Hasrizal Jamil utarakan. Mesti rujuk pada ahlinya/orang yg arif sebelum mengaitkan dengan mana-mana surah dan sunnah Nabi.
10 hours ago · Like
Syed Mohd Najib Al-Yahya Terbaik ustaz.......
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Hasrizal Abdul Jamil Terima kasih atas maklum balas semua.
Jika mahu diadakan pertemuan dengan trainer, secara prinsipnya tiada halangan. Cuma saya tiada penambahan besar yang dapat dibuat. Hanya akan berkongsi poin yang telah ditulis di sini sahaja. Saya tiada reserve apa-apa isu lain. Apa yang perlu ditulis, saya dah tulis di sini. Hanya terserah kepada semua pihak untuk bermuhasabah dan bertindak seperti yang perlu.
Sebagaimana banyak modul sebegini dibangunkan secara awam, berkonsepkan open source, maka ia juga wajar ditimbang tara secara awam, dengan mengekalkan akhlaq dan adab dalam berbicara.
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Poin saya ini juga tidak bermaksud semua orang tidak boleh bertadabbur ayat al-Quran. Allah jadikan al-Quran itu boleh dibaca dan difahami mesej-mesejnya di peringkat individu.
Bezanya tadabbur individu itu adalah ia berbentuk proses belajar, memahami, dan tidak membabitkan EKSTRAK sesuatu yang kemudiannya dilabel sebagai 'teknik al-Quran' dan imposed ke atas orang lain. Bahagian kedua tu yang berat. Yang perlu diketatkan disiplinnya.
Saya berpendapat, jika branding gaya nabi, teknik surah, tadika gaya nabi, makanan sunnah dll ini tidak berleluasa, mungkin saya tidak terpanggil untuk memberikan pandangan sebegini.
Kita keterlaluan. Itu isunya
9 hours ago · Like · 13
Emi Syifaa mohon ustaz buat kupasan lanjut dan lebih terperinci
9 hours ago · Like
Nur Rahman terima kasih ustaz hasrizal atas pencerahan..
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Ida Khamis Bersetuju dgn Ustaz. Saya ada menghadiri bengkel seumpama ini baru-baru ini. Walaupun memang bermanfaat tapi saya rasa ada kekurangan bila hadith2 Nabi saw 'dikaji' oleh peserta tanpa ilmu. Saya cadangkan dalam maklumbalas kepada Trainer untuk menyertakan syarah kepada hadis supaya kita tahu kenapa Rasulullah saw bersabda demikian untuk mengelakkan kita membuat penafsiran sendiri.
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Noor Aini Samsusah Syukran ustaz..
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Ahmad Nabil Abd Rani Kesimpulannya, kalau sekadar untuk sendiri-sendiri, dalam ruang lingkup peribadi, maka itu tidak termasuk dalam teguran ustaz, tapi tak bermakna kita tak boleh mengambil manfaat teguran ini.
Tapi yang ditegur ustaz adalah hebahan secara umum kepada masyarakat. Maka metodnya tidak sepatutnya diambil mudah sedangkan ia dalam tajuk bertanggungjawab terhadap ilmu. Makanya, yang terkena batang hidung, sahutlah cabaran untuk 'mendapatkan ilmu yang diperlukan untuk menafsir al-Quran' kalau masih mahu teruskan.
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Iimran Za saya bersetuju...dan saya sangat setuju dengon contoh isu rotan tu...cumanya mungkin ustaz boleh bagi pencerahan sedikit tentang hadis tu....
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Mohd Rizal Hassan Tahniah dan Terima Kasih, Ustaz Hasrizal, kerana menegur
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Fauzul Naim Ishak Saya menunggu komen sebegini daripada para ustaz mengenai perkara ini. Kita memang memerlukan orang yang dapat memberikan maklum balas terbuka bagi 'menjentik minda' untuk berfikir. Terima Tuan Hasrizal Abdul Jamil
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Mir Hazil Azran Ramli jazakallah..
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Thursday, February 28, 2013
PARA MOTIVATOR...
CHIT CHAT
One day a grandson went to his grans house and they sat together at the meal table. He then started asking his gran whom he called as Wan.
"Wan, do you know if you can write with a pen or type on Samsung Galaxy II ?"
"Oh, lets check..." a little embarrassed as I have no idea nor have I ever touched one yet. Hehe. Shame!
On another occasion he came into the house, calmly making this announcement...
"When I get married, I want everybody to give me wedding presents... IPhone, IPad, IPod"
He has just turned five...
Each time we sat to watch TV dramas, he would be racing against the actors what was going to happen next... that we have to slowly and politely telling him "Lets all watch together"...
"Wan, do you know if you can write with a pen or type on Samsung Galaxy II ?"
"Oh, lets check..." a little embarrassed as I have no idea nor have I ever touched one yet. Hehe. Shame!
On another occasion he came into the house, calmly making this announcement...
"When I get married, I want everybody to give me wedding presents... IPhone, IPad, IPod"
He has just turned five...
Each time we sat to watch TV dramas, he would be racing against the actors what was going to happen next... that we have to slowly and politely telling him "Lets all watch together"...
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
HOT POTATO
LARA, my best friend related me her story through the phone...
As we paved our way...
The Golf Tournament was due in the next four months time. I was given the task of Fund Raising. What? FR??? Am I? Ooooooo, OK lemme just have a go and make it through. Yes? Why not?
"I was looking for you for the past three weeks" said the voice on the other end of the receiver. The unexpected call was so thrilling that it sent me flying all over the place in my small office.
"Oh yes? What a coincident. me too" I replied excitedly.
The conversation went on into the wee hours of the next morning... I was quick to inform of the Fund Raising and he made a promise to help by contacting his friends from the private sectors. Ok, we went to bed just to avoid groggy morning in two hours time.
Time did play its role but to me it flew too fast to hold on. I tried making a little moss as the stone turned its face...but was futile. Excited to get his constant calls with such sweet words that sent me to dream lands and well above the normal flying jets' passages, I was always waiting for one. Is this a coincidental call? OR was it a real call? I couldn't make any head or tails about them. I just went through until I was hooked. Excitement has changed its path and I became more like hoping to hear hourly calls which surely enough they came.
Days and months that followed were filled with joys like I have never felt before. Was this intuition, infatuation or I was in love? I wasn't sure till the end. Was it? Or was it an act of denial? Whatever it was, it was madness. He had truly carried me away, oh! Onto cloud nine! Promises of beautiful life once we tie our knots. Doing things together back in our home town were words of rare breed that I have hardly heard before. Was I dreaming?
Taboo!!!!
I suddenly was awakened by the strong family reminder! Mom had sternly said, "Never to marry a man from this particular social circle!" Was it true or was it just a mere warning with nothing significant linking to it? I knew from my ancestors, that one of my great grand aunt had married a man from the royal circle. Nothing much was described about the marriage except a little something about the treatments she had received from her royal husband. NOW! Why this stern warning, then? Another relation, my granny's cousin was also married to a royalty ...but nothing significant was also related to us as to how this taboo had surfaced.
I tried my luck by playing along with the Knight In Shining Armour! A single father was what I was looking for to be my future husband. The game was probably too well versed by such a pro. Since I knew his family so well, I dare myself in this dramatic play. His mother had expressed herself to ask for my hands to marry his widowed son. That was only the intention but not yet executed. I was like in a day-dream those few months.
Three months have passed. It went on ever so smoothly. He called me hourly as expected and each time before flying, he would text me soothing messages to pacify my feelings of being left behind. When her returned, his driver would come and fetch me for meals to his house. Sometimes my children were invited along. He got on well with my eldest and youngest. Never with my second child and the fourth never met him since he was in a boarding school.
I felt awkward? Nope! He reminded me though, that after we get married, the pictures of his late wife should remain where they should be... They do not bother me at all as I have met her royal highness before she passed on. Things were to remain intact... do I care? Nope. Let them be where they were after all am not such a fussy movers of furniture... but sometimes I do. Do I?
When one day I had asked him,
"When are you going to Mecca?"
"What is there in Mecca?" came his abrupt-joke-like answer. It blew my feelings into small shreds and like meteorites... they fell onto the orbit but never reached the ground. Oooooooooo! What was I getting into? Was I supposed to back out? Nope! This is an opportunity to lead someone like this into the path of Ad Dee-nil Islam, thought I deeply. I shall never give up on this likely task.
Meanwhile the fund raising almost touched the target. He helped to get fat cheques from his corporate friends. That part was truly done!
Royalties and dignitaries were in for golfing on such a date. I was in charge of the overall registration and the food bay. Very early morning, I got myself ready to dutifully run my task. I drove down to the golf course and managed everything on time before the royalties arrived. I made sure the buggies were sufficient, goody bags in place, bottled drinks on each station are ample, trophies are in place and managed to see everything went on smoothly. The rest on the course, I have someone else to oversee. I for one had never touched any golf clubs ... I went only as far as getting their T-shirts and pants when they were on sales at the Pro Shops. That's all.
In the afternoon we had a separate program for her royal highness. My youngest daughter was the bouquet girl. She was well groomed to do this and much suited to her age and her gentle gestures. After the game was over, the golfers were having meals together in the banquet hall of this hotel. I played my role to oversea things went on smoothly. The outriders topped my list of great concern. They had their meals on the terrace. Well done.
From far, he was starring and giving signals as though commanding me to go over to send him off. My relatives were around in the lobby and was busy talking. I dare not attract their attention or let anyone in the crowd know what went on between us. I just ignored him totally. Later, it was time to check out of the hotel to find way to our home sweet home.
The rain fell ever so heavily. I drove through with my daughter and another friend taking a lift from us. We were to attend a birthday party of a friend's daughter. Torrential or not, we braved through and after a few calls to get the precise location, we arrived. My spirit was dampened by his calls.
What went on after was most unexpected...
After my volunteer work was over, it was time to move on. I was to move to a new house elsewhere with a much better surrounding and environment. Packing was always a hassle. Somehow the movers -cum-packers had helped with these tasks. We managed things well. Nothing much thought I. Three big lorry loads were shifted out of our present dwelling and into the new one.
While waiting for the last load to leave, I was talking to my cousin at the car park. The sms gave a sound. I quickly opened and read the vary message for my youngest daughter... it was so apparent that it was not for me.
"Sweety, uncle will be busy with the preparation to get engaged and will not be able to talk to you much".
"WHAT?" came a strong blow into my face, mind, body and spirit!
What is going on? What is all this? What , what, what????? Why am I treated this way? I blurted out to my cousin. We both were speechless and got flabbergasted to the extreme scale! If you can imagine...
Soon after, I had regained consciousness (I never did faint physically though) and I held my gracious pride well. I did not do anything to reply. BUT if it were my daughter reading that sms, what would have happened? Why wasn't he brave enough to meet up with me, her and us to explain about all these? Coward, thought I.
The vary next day, I was going to deliver goody bags to the palace. I drove into the compound and parked at my usual parking bay...what else? For Visitors only parking space... haha. I walked in and the officer in charge was very friendly to show me into the holding guest room. She had offered me drinks and some cakes. Suddenly there was another torrential fall. It was stormy outside. The temperature was cold inside out. I was shivering badly.
That wasn't as bad as the sms I was to see and read which was addressed to me, personally. The words were so strong, bombastic and accusative that I have now, as am writing this story, have forgotten about them all... All I could remember were those simple few,
"I need space to breath"... so said he...
My shiver became much aggravated then. What with the air-conditioning, the heavy rains, the sms and they all stirred up my emotions so well that I became numb after that. Somehow I did manage to control the situation well. No one knew what went on inside me. My head spanned inside but I managed to hold my steps as I left the room upon completing my duty.
Outside, the rain began to subside. The guard walked me to my car holding the umbrella. I sat inside my car, calling him. It was apparent, he wasn't answering. His driver had answered me and told me he saw him busy writing sms to me earlier before boarding the air plane to the next destiny! On the spur of the moment, I prayed to Allah,
"Ya Allah please show me the way. I have been tested almost to the brink. I knew all these were mere games from a pro... who had killed too many souls including his own ...spouses...Ya Allah, am so ever thankful that You have saved me from further turmoil, messed up life and hurts and facing worse scenarios in life. Aameen"
That ended the feeling as though being dropped like a hot potato from the cloud nine by the Knight In Shining Armour. The prince which I had thought was a gentle and gracious prince wasn't at all a prince after all. OR were all princes like that? I have been saved twice from such "life destiny" of marrying the much warned-about mankind.
The after effects were not that simple to describe but I shall try. I have lost trust in them specie, I have never taken any marriage proposals seriously any more after this awful-much-too-learn- incident and I have never overcame this phobia in them ... More than fourteen years down the memory lane...
UNTIL one day, I went through a program called Hynotherapy and the coach walked me through my childhood past, my adult past life and my present... It took me almost forty minutes to get over more than fourteen years of phobia... through Phobia Pattern and Time Line Therapy. I have so much to thank Allah for all these openings and now am a much happier person who no longer have mistrust in men. I have at one stage, Self Detoxed myself to prepare for the break through session in this program ... I managed to put his image in my minds eyes and I managed it with a broad smile as I was doing that until I was in the program again the next day. No more remorsefulness, no more phobias, no more negativeness and absolutely no more mistrust!
Alhamdulillah Ya Allah. YOU have saved me from the "gallows" of another human and soul killer. ;)
As we paved our way...
The Golf Tournament was due in the next four months time. I was given the task of Fund Raising. What? FR??? Am I? Ooooooo, OK lemme just have a go and make it through. Yes? Why not?
"I was looking for you for the past three weeks" said the voice on the other end of the receiver. The unexpected call was so thrilling that it sent me flying all over the place in my small office.
"Oh yes? What a coincident. me too" I replied excitedly.
The conversation went on into the wee hours of the next morning... I was quick to inform of the Fund Raising and he made a promise to help by contacting his friends from the private sectors. Ok, we went to bed just to avoid groggy morning in two hours time.
Time did play its role but to me it flew too fast to hold on. I tried making a little moss as the stone turned its face...but was futile. Excited to get his constant calls with such sweet words that sent me to dream lands and well above the normal flying jets' passages, I was always waiting for one. Is this a coincidental call? OR was it a real call? I couldn't make any head or tails about them. I just went through until I was hooked. Excitement has changed its path and I became more like hoping to hear hourly calls which surely enough they came.
Days and months that followed were filled with joys like I have never felt before. Was this intuition, infatuation or I was in love? I wasn't sure till the end. Was it? Or was it an act of denial? Whatever it was, it was madness. He had truly carried me away, oh! Onto cloud nine! Promises of beautiful life once we tie our knots. Doing things together back in our home town were words of rare breed that I have hardly heard before. Was I dreaming?
Taboo!!!!
I suddenly was awakened by the strong family reminder! Mom had sternly said, "Never to marry a man from this particular social circle!" Was it true or was it just a mere warning with nothing significant linking to it? I knew from my ancestors, that one of my great grand aunt had married a man from the royal circle. Nothing much was described about the marriage except a little something about the treatments she had received from her royal husband. NOW! Why this stern warning, then? Another relation, my granny's cousin was also married to a royalty ...but nothing significant was also related to us as to how this taboo had surfaced.
I tried my luck by playing along with the Knight In Shining Armour! A single father was what I was looking for to be my future husband. The game was probably too well versed by such a pro. Since I knew his family so well, I dare myself in this dramatic play. His mother had expressed herself to ask for my hands to marry his widowed son. That was only the intention but not yet executed. I was like in a day-dream those few months.
Three months have passed. It went on ever so smoothly. He called me hourly as expected and each time before flying, he would text me soothing messages to pacify my feelings of being left behind. When her returned, his driver would come and fetch me for meals to his house. Sometimes my children were invited along. He got on well with my eldest and youngest. Never with my second child and the fourth never met him since he was in a boarding school.
I felt awkward? Nope! He reminded me though, that after we get married, the pictures of his late wife should remain where they should be... They do not bother me at all as I have met her royal highness before she passed on. Things were to remain intact... do I care? Nope. Let them be where they were after all am not such a fussy movers of furniture... but sometimes I do. Do I?
When one day I had asked him,
"When are you going to Mecca?"
"What is there in Mecca?" came his abrupt-joke-like answer. It blew my feelings into small shreds and like meteorites... they fell onto the orbit but never reached the ground. Oooooooooo! What was I getting into? Was I supposed to back out? Nope! This is an opportunity to lead someone like this into the path of Ad Dee-nil Islam, thought I deeply. I shall never give up on this likely task.
Meanwhile the fund raising almost touched the target. He helped to get fat cheques from his corporate friends. That part was truly done!
Royalties and dignitaries were in for golfing on such a date. I was in charge of the overall registration and the food bay. Very early morning, I got myself ready to dutifully run my task. I drove down to the golf course and managed everything on time before the royalties arrived. I made sure the buggies were sufficient, goody bags in place, bottled drinks on each station are ample, trophies are in place and managed to see everything went on smoothly. The rest on the course, I have someone else to oversee. I for one had never touched any golf clubs ... I went only as far as getting their T-shirts and pants when they were on sales at the Pro Shops. That's all.
In the afternoon we had a separate program for her royal highness. My youngest daughter was the bouquet girl. She was well groomed to do this and much suited to her age and her gentle gestures. After the game was over, the golfers were having meals together in the banquet hall of this hotel. I played my role to oversea things went on smoothly. The outriders topped my list of great concern. They had their meals on the terrace. Well done.
From far, he was starring and giving signals as though commanding me to go over to send him off. My relatives were around in the lobby and was busy talking. I dare not attract their attention or let anyone in the crowd know what went on between us. I just ignored him totally. Later, it was time to check out of the hotel to find way to our home sweet home.
The rain fell ever so heavily. I drove through with my daughter and another friend taking a lift from us. We were to attend a birthday party of a friend's daughter. Torrential or not, we braved through and after a few calls to get the precise location, we arrived. My spirit was dampened by his calls.
What went on after was most unexpected...
After my volunteer work was over, it was time to move on. I was to move to a new house elsewhere with a much better surrounding and environment. Packing was always a hassle. Somehow the movers -cum-packers had helped with these tasks. We managed things well. Nothing much thought I. Three big lorry loads were shifted out of our present dwelling and into the new one.
While waiting for the last load to leave, I was talking to my cousin at the car park. The sms gave a sound. I quickly opened and read the vary message for my youngest daughter... it was so apparent that it was not for me.
"Sweety, uncle will be busy with the preparation to get engaged and will not be able to talk to you much".
"WHAT?" came a strong blow into my face, mind, body and spirit!
What is going on? What is all this? What , what, what????? Why am I treated this way? I blurted out to my cousin. We both were speechless and got flabbergasted to the extreme scale! If you can imagine...
Soon after, I had regained consciousness (I never did faint physically though) and I held my gracious pride well. I did not do anything to reply. BUT if it were my daughter reading that sms, what would have happened? Why wasn't he brave enough to meet up with me, her and us to explain about all these? Coward, thought I.
The vary next day, I was going to deliver goody bags to the palace. I drove into the compound and parked at my usual parking bay...what else? For Visitors only parking space... haha. I walked in and the officer in charge was very friendly to show me into the holding guest room. She had offered me drinks and some cakes. Suddenly there was another torrential fall. It was stormy outside. The temperature was cold inside out. I was shivering badly.
That wasn't as bad as the sms I was to see and read which was addressed to me, personally. The words were so strong, bombastic and accusative that I have now, as am writing this story, have forgotten about them all... All I could remember were those simple few,
"I need space to breath"... so said he...
My shiver became much aggravated then. What with the air-conditioning, the heavy rains, the sms and they all stirred up my emotions so well that I became numb after that. Somehow I did manage to control the situation well. No one knew what went on inside me. My head spanned inside but I managed to hold my steps as I left the room upon completing my duty.
Outside, the rain began to subside. The guard walked me to my car holding the umbrella. I sat inside my car, calling him. It was apparent, he wasn't answering. His driver had answered me and told me he saw him busy writing sms to me earlier before boarding the air plane to the next destiny! On the spur of the moment, I prayed to Allah,
"Ya Allah please show me the way. I have been tested almost to the brink. I knew all these were mere games from a pro... who had killed too many souls including his own ...spouses...Ya Allah, am so ever thankful that You have saved me from further turmoil, messed up life and hurts and facing worse scenarios in life. Aameen"
That ended the feeling as though being dropped like a hot potato from the cloud nine by the Knight In Shining Armour. The prince which I had thought was a gentle and gracious prince wasn't at all a prince after all. OR were all princes like that? I have been saved twice from such "life destiny" of marrying the much warned-about mankind.
The after effects were not that simple to describe but I shall try. I have lost trust in them specie, I have never taken any marriage proposals seriously any more after this awful-much-too-learn- incident and I have never overcame this phobia in them ... More than fourteen years down the memory lane...
UNTIL one day, I went through a program called Hynotherapy and the coach walked me through my childhood past, my adult past life and my present... It took me almost forty minutes to get over more than fourteen years of phobia... through Phobia Pattern and Time Line Therapy. I have so much to thank Allah for all these openings and now am a much happier person who no longer have mistrust in men. I have at one stage, Self Detoxed myself to prepare for the break through session in this program ... I managed to put his image in my minds eyes and I managed it with a broad smile as I was doing that until I was in the program again the next day. No more remorsefulness, no more phobias, no more negativeness and absolutely no more mistrust!
Alhamdulillah Ya Allah. YOU have saved me from the "gallows" of another human and soul killer. ;)
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
ANONYMOUS!
I AM SORRY I do not publish comments with anonymity ... and those with advertisements/link... Anyway, I do read your comments in spam section. Thanks for writing comments though!
DR.SMITH(?)
It rained! Ok, fine. It should be cooler and with every drop, there came Allah's Blessings, Alhamdulillah.
I arrived in PPUM more than an hour later... (half an hour without rain). Another half an hour sitting in the car waiting for someone to go home or by miracle...removing his car.. not hers(!)...
Found my way (complicated way) to the Orthopaedic clinic. Registered my name. Sat outside waited for my honourable driver Hafiz to arrive. Just before he appeared, I was face to face with someone! Instantly couldn't recall where I have met her. My first guest was could have been a lady working in the PM's office that sat next to me in the National Convention recently... NOpE!
She was the person who had always offered me jobs in DRB Hicom those days when I was doing business. Ooooooooh what a shame! I couldn't recognize her?
Anyway, I shared with her Hynotherapy that I last mentioned and what else I have learned from my 8 months plus, with PLF. My! She was amazed about the 'ilmu (knowledge) Ihave picked up (not me!) Shared with her what I could remember about vision board, imagination board, LUA, Magnet with Allah, Attract Goodness and NEVER ever mentioned negativeness... Then we ended up in Secret Recipe for our mid morning breakfast.
AS my name was called... I went into the direction of the voice echoing in my ears.
"Good morning Mam. You are a staff here?" greeted Dr.Wong the consultant in Orthopaedic.
"Good morning doctor. No, am not a staff here" quipped I.
"My staffs mentioned that you are a staff here" a sweet smile was offered.
"No, it's my daughter who is the staff here, in Family Med... first floor there"..
"OIC"... said he.
"Now lets see how your wound is getting along?"... he knelt down on the floor undo the neat bandage done by Hafiz.
"Oh, it's very clean and dry. Do you remember me? I was the one who came by and made a suggestion to Dr. XXX. So, how was it? "...
"Dr. Wong, I had applied hynotherapy... bla bla bla..."
"Wow! Wonderful" Said he.
"Dr.Wong, may I have the doctor's phone number? I wanted to tell him these : - the expected pain in two hours (then) had never came until now, with Allah's will and last night as I was writing this story in my blog... I have given him another name, Dr.Smith. because I cannot remember his real name and please tell him, I am sorry"... heheheheehe...for giving him a new name."
"Yes, of course, I will let him know esp. giving him a new name" Hahahaha... he then continued.
"Okay now I give you this piece of paper, you go the other section
and have a new dressing before you go home, by the nurse. Keep it dry all the time and when you go home, you do not have to bandage it anymore. Let it heal."
Out into the corner I went... Osh! cosh begosh!
It's the other entrance to this building... I had taken the lift, turned right and all those to locate this Orthopaedic clinic... I felt amused inside! hehe.
The nurse told me "Puan, you can go for lunch, then come back at 2:00 pm. There are 6 others to be treated and they might take more than half an hour each. Just then I noticed a young man with metal rods on his legs... like the cavadi kind of thingy!
I left and quickly made a come back.
"Puan, can I just go home and do it myself??? It's only a simple and little wound" said I.
"O ok, lets have a look... Oh so small. Come lemme just give you this bandage with plaster and this saline cream. NO Iodine okay? It retards your new nail from coming out. It's only for big wounds, its' to kill the germs. Yours is only so little (by her standard)... no need to put. Okay, now rub it with your hands" she went into the details of it.
"Oh I cannot rub it because I have been bersalam with friends just now"... she went to get a glove for me.
"Ok, I can go home now, right?" asked I politely.
"Oh and Puan do not forget to apply Franch OIL, it would be very good for you. Your toe nail will come out healthy" came a gentle reminder from her.
So, on the way home we dropped by at TESCO and get a bottle of Franch Oil...
Ooooooooooooooooo what a bliss freedom!!!!!!! I can now enjoy bathing (?) with my new Ms. Toe without its nail, enjoy taking ablution without spraining my body, enjoy this, enjoy that. BUT No driving and cannot solat without a stool yet... It hurts to make the toe stand up... Alhamdulillah syukur... its making a fast recovery and thanks for all the prayers...
Sunday, August 26, 2012
HYPNOTHERAPY? yes
THE INNOCENT little wooden cabinet...
WAS knocked by my Miss TOE!
YES!!!!!!!
I had a little accident. Yesterday, torn my long-time-ugly-toe-nail... it bled profusely ...
"Feeeeeeez, Please give me some tissues".. I called out loud to my son for assistance.
WAS knocked by my Miss TOE!
YES!!!!!!!
I had a little accident. Yesterday, torn my long-time-ugly-toe-nail... it bled profusely ...
"Feeeeeeez, Please give me some tissues".. I called out loud to my son for assistance.
Apparently, the toe nail was ripped open but not detached! It bled profusely and it was scary to my son. Fresh blood could be seen and I dabbed them away... The toe nail was out of its side "frame"... one time long ago, I remember when this incident happened ... by the side of the cuticle there is "frame-like" part and in that little insertion, I had pushed back the nail into place so that it would not come out and got ripped. Urgh!!! Having it secured in place, I dabbed excess blood and then got some bandage to wrap around to prevent further "damage" to the nail and flesh beneath it.
Life went back to normal. There was a little pain but stubbornly I tried hard to divert it elsewhere. Was it possible? YES, of course.
Late evening, my eldest daughter, Dr.Natasha came home. She took a look and advised me to go to the hospital the next morning.
Upon arrival, I waited outside the doctor's clinic patiently. The registration number was earlier taken by my daughter. When it was my turn to see him, I walked graciously towards him... could I walk any faster?? Nope! After examining me, he told me the procedure. Firstly, I was required to take some X-rays to determine if I have any fractures on my joints, then had to go to the ET. What? X-ray? A small incident led me to ET??? Asked me from deep inside. Secondly, I need to return to this clinic to get the doctors comments. Thirdly, I had to wait for someone to take me to the ET.
Someone did take me to ET. Down the steps... into the lobby...then out the walkway, into the uncovered pathways... faithfully I trotted behind him with little Sofiya and Hafiz accompanying. It was an adventure to Sofiya. She was of course so familiar with ET... She has been there few times before herself.
The Emergency and Trauma, here we come!
I was introduced to Dr.Smith. He took out the bandage to examine which procedure to use. Asking me lots of questions as though I have been hit in an accident. Hehehehe! He then took a photograph and MMS it to his senior consultant. Normal procedure in a teaching hospital. Fine!
Then a senior doctor came to decide which procedure was suitable. Just to let Miss Toe go home attached and just give her a bandage and dressings or having her completely cut off!
Once it was decided, I was briefed on the procedure. Two jabs of Local Anesthetic was necessary, I could feel the sharp fine needles being pushed into the sides of my Miss Toe. Then waited a short while before a little insertion had to be made. He was asking if I could feel his touch. I nodded my head. I still could feel it as he was meddling with the toe end. He knew IT! The medication did not work well on me. But he had to proceed. Meanwhile, I was prepared with my Mind, Body and Soul to face it bravely with Allah's help!
A few weeks back... I was taught a brand new lesson...
First, I make a big white board on the ceiling and put myself there. I
concentrated on my toe. I felt the needle prick as the LA was applied. Then I saw in my mind, blood all over the toe. I
applied black color onto it. Then trying to give it yellow color ...
until the procedure was done. At the same time, I have diverted my pain elsewhere.
"My! You are very tolerable!" remarked the doctor after it was done. I smiled away.
"Afterwards I will tell how and why"...
"Normally my patients would scream their heads off, and since you still feel the pain, LA did not work fully on you. MY!"
"I have self hypnotized myself. Firstly, I made a prayer to Allah, to
allow me to use the knowledge that I have just learned a couple of weeks
back. Then I put myself on the ceiling above me with the toe being the
focal point. I put a black color onto it. Then gradually, changed it
to yellow. But it turned itself into gold color and kept glowing until you are
done."
"Am amazed! So now, do you feel any pain?" Looking at me in amazement. ;)
"No!" said I, smiling.
"Okay the pain will come after two hours of the procedure and I will detail out what you are supposed to do..."
Now, it is 12.40a.m. ( I am waiting for the time to take my 4th
anti biotic)...Alhamdulillah syukur, the pain isn't here. HOW? I have
transferred the pain (since this morning) on to someone that I saw on TV
512 news channel... Alhamdulillah it worked.
Thanks Si Fu
Rizal for teaching me this 27th-29th July... I have since rehearsed
those that I have learned within those few days, to my "students" ... My
lovely children...
Pray that all these 'ilmu keep on spreading to my doctor children so they can apply appropriately. Aameen.
Last remark from the doctor... YOU should come and help with patients having dislocated shoulders !!!!!!!!! LOL!!!!!!!
Allah was helping all along, not me. I have only applied what I have
learned. He was the one responsible for the healing, taking away the pain and controlling
the pain.. with Kuun fayakuun. Alhamdulillah Ya Allah .
As I am writing this post... it's more than a week now... there no pain at all since the little surgery... Believe me! IF you leave things to Allah, you will receive this experience like I am going through now. It is not the Universe who is doing all these. It is Allah The Almighty, The Creator of this Universe and The Most Exalted. The spirit gets online and connected with Allah if you decide and make this choice. The choice is entirely yours. You are responsible towards it. So, Take Charge and make right choices. YES?
As I am writing this post... it's more than a week now... there no pain at all since the little surgery... Believe me! IF you leave things to Allah, you will receive this experience like I am going through now. It is not the Universe who is doing all these. It is Allah The Almighty, The Creator of this Universe and The Most Exalted. The spirit gets online and connected with Allah if you decide and make this choice. The choice is entirely yours. You are responsible towards it. So, Take Charge and make right choices. YES?
Saturday, August 25, 2012
ANYONE?
Today, I made a lot of blunder while trying to make changes to my blog. I am here to just share a few words of frustrations... O Really?
In the process of adopting new templates, I have lost all the blog friends' links... It's extremely tedious to recover through Google comments... I know! BUT it's just impossible... I may not have the time and patience... So, If you come and visit my blog land and found your name missing, please just excuse me. It wasn't done on purpose, okay?
Anyway, I know I have not been a regular... AN excuse I have for so long lay upon! Boring, ain't it? Anyway, things have been absolutely blissful after the Ramadhan... Joys were there waiting for us on the 1st day of Shawal.
In the process of adopting new templates, I have lost all the blog friends' links... It's extremely tedious to recover through Google comments... I know! BUT it's just impossible... I may not have the time and patience... So, If you come and visit my blog land and found your name missing, please just excuse me. It wasn't done on purpose, okay?
Anyway, I know I have not been a regular... AN excuse I have for so long lay upon! Boring, ain't it? Anyway, things have been absolutely blissful after the Ramadhan... Joys were there waiting for us on the 1st day of Shawal.
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