Holistic ‘Hair’ Homeopath

Last summer I went to Alexandria in Egypt to visit my eldest son. Abdullah. When my wife was in labour and a midwife came to help her deliver, I remarked that it was going to be a boy. The midwife was surprised that it was a boy. This boy is Abdullah When she went back to the hospital she was telling her friends that I knew it was going to be a boy.

It was the same with my grandson; told my daughter that it was going to be a boy. I like to make predictions when I have patients who have concieved even at an early stage before the ultrasound can tell what it is. In radionic analysis once a conception had occured we can make a guess of the sex. But as Allah says in the Al Quran only He knows for sure what is in the womb. I just like to take a guess and remind my patients that I could be wrong so,do not make special arrangement on the basis of my prediction.

Whenever I saw a baby in my consultation I have to remind myself that I am too old to have another addition to my family of nine.

Taking care of babies are not always easy. I have been bathed with vormit when they throw up whilst carrying them especially when they have fever. I have endured their cries when they have ear infection and me being a first time father have no clue of was going on. It was christmas and the doctors were on holiday.

Once you have a child your commitment to them will only end when you leave the world. I know that my wife and I have given the best we could. She devoted herself fully to them by being a housewife. I can’t thank her enough for that.

However babies have a smile that melts the heart and eases the pain. It is a known fact that mothers’ postnatal pain will decrease the moment she sees her baby. So babies are always beautiful and not only that their breath are very sweet.

My grand son..Muhammad Abdul Rahman B. M. Amri

When they ceased to be babies its a different story..

Now being a grandfather for the first time bring back memories when I became a father for the first time. That was some 25 years ago when my Safiyyah was born.

I got married on the 29th of March 1980 in South London Mosque; and a month and a half later my wife was  got pregnant. We were exited when she missed her periods and I went to buy the pragnency test kit. It looked positive but we want to be sure so we went to see a doctor. This was to be the first of many doctors’s visit for her. She had a bad case of morning or rather whole day sickness. We do not dare to try the anti nausea pills. I at that time was ignorant of alternative medicine. She endured through this nausea.

When the time to deliver came; she had her first contraction at night. We timed it and told her to wake me up when the contraction wre 5 minutes apart. At about 4 am she woke me up telling me thats it time to go to the hospital. I put on my trousers but could’t find my car keys in the pocket. Thats when I frantically searched the room and still  couldn’t find my  keys. Ths could’t be happening to me. This happened only in movies; so I thought. Then I went to my car and found the door was unlocked. I look at beneath the steering wheel; its not there. Nor was it on the front seats. Lastly I tried the back seats and there they were. Don’t ask me how it got there.

We got to hospital and Safiyyah was born later in the day.

Today the 11 th of September (9/11 by the American date system) brought a new life into my family.

Today five years ago I was in Damascus for the first time. I had gone to send my three children. Abdullah; Aisyah and Ibrahim for further studies. Aisyah had been crying as she was finding difficulty in adjusting to hostel life.

Today she might also be crying but in happiness as she has become a mother for the first time. Today she delivered a healthy baby boy Muhammad Abdul Rahman. He weighs 2.8 kg. And today I become a grand father…beginning of a new chapter in my life

Recently we were shocked by the death of ‘Crocodile Hunter’ Steve Irvin in Australia after being stabbed by a sting ray. This docile creature doesn’t usually sting you but it will do so if you accidentally step on them as it lays buried in the sand.

I had the unfortunate experience of being stabbed by a stingray in my foot. This happened years ago as I was dragging a trawl net near the coast of the Malacca Strait which is near my family home. I have always loved the sea. I have gone line fishing and drift net fish catching, and sometimes I do shore trawling for prawns and fish. What we do is we drag the net in water that is about chest deep and occasionally pull it ashore or into a boat to collect our catch.

That morning it was about 2 a.m. and the previous catch was good. We had landed a few kilos of prawns. As I was pulling the net I felt as if I had stepped on a piece of plank and a splinter had lodged itself into my feet. It went through my shoes. I climbed into my small boat to take a look. I removed my shoe but ‘the splinter’ was still lodged in my feet. My friend tried to pull it out but to no avail. I then pull it out myself and was suprised to see that it was a barb of a stingray. My friends panicked because we knew that it was poisonous and I would soon be feeling it, and that I could collapse at any moment. But I didn’t, and I wasn’t feeling any pain beside a slight pain from the stab wound. So, why was I immune to the poison?

Earlier, before entering the sea, I had taken two homeopatic remedies namely Hypericum 200 and Ledum 200. I seldom did this but on that particular day, I had done so. I had known that these remedies are prophylactics for poisons and bites. So Alhamdulillah they worked on that day and saved me from a lot of pain , and also saved my friends from having to carry me (I was quite  wholesome then) to the hospital.

A few days later, one on my friends had the same misfortune. We were searching for some shell fish. He collapsed in the sea and as I was nearby I managed to stop him from going under the water. Despite him being quite thin his body collapsed completely and I was struggling to get him out of the water and into his car. I took him to his wife who was the doctor at the village clinic and was he in pain! He was treated with an injection of pain killer and only woke up a few hours later.

Since then I do prescribe these remedies for my patients who are going to sea or to the forest, just in case they get stung by poisonous creatures.

Mohammad Iyad Khoudary is more than a friend. He treats me like a member of his family. He fetches me at Damascus airport every time I travel there and apologises if he can’t make it.
Last monday he gaveup on his much needed sleep to send me to the airport to catch my morning flight. Now he is grapling trying to repair my yet broken again lap top. Not only does he help me when I am in Syrian but he also help take good care of my children when I travel to Malaysia. Mostly I am grateful that he introduced me to his father who became my arabic teacher. Ustaz Salim is patiently teaching me in the short period that I stay in Damascus.

Thank you brother.

“Why is this flight delayed I asked the Royal Brunei checkin staff?” I enquired. “No sir,we are not delayed but your flight was yesterday”..Hah..I got the dates wrong. Another time at the Emirates counter..”Your connecting flight is tomorrow sir and you have a 24 hour transit”..No no no..I got mixed up as I was departing at 1am and I wanted a connecting flight which is 2pm the same day,but had booked one a day later. However all the problems were solved by the helpful airline staff..at no extra cost..these are some experience at the check in counter,

In the air I had some nerving experience..Once the DC 10 that I was on blew an engine..I was seated at the window and could see the flame coming out of the engine..cooly the captain said, “One of our engine had blown but we have three more….”. We landed safely in Bangkok. Another time after about 30minutes out of Dubai..I felt the plane turning around..The captain explained that we have some cabin pressure problem and we are turning around..Then I saw vapour coming out of the engine..The captain was dumping fuel to make the plane lighter and safe to land.

Frequent travelling do make you more Tawakalalallah..(Put your trust in Allah)..Anything and many thing could go wrong from the checking in to collecting the baggage at the other end. So a traveller has always to pray that everthing will be all right and take things in his stride whatever happen. Flight delays; lost luggage etc. Once I had the experienced of almost being off loaded because I argued too insistantly..I wanted to be upgraded as I had given up my original seat to a lady with a baby…why was there a need to argue..I do get upgraded to business class every so often..once four of my family members were upgraded..

Air turbulance and air pockets are common..It will make one closer to Allah. A beer drinking man sitting next to me were praying when we hit an air pocket..but when its over he ordered his Heineken. This has been the story of men over time. It is also mentioned in the Quran. When men are hit by calamities (such as thunderstorm in the ocean; or air turbulance in this case), he will pray to Allah for safety. But when he touches ground he will forget Him.. Let us not be of this kind.

This time I had some difficulty in getting my radionic computer through the security at Damascus and Dubai.I had to carry around my radionic machine following the security man at Damascus airport looking for a electrical point. At last he took me to the sweet shop to plug it in. Having satisfy him that it’s indeed working and not a dummy for a bomb,I was free to check in. However I was allowed to take my Habba Barakah Oil through without much ado, although oils are not allowed on board..as written on the notice board nearby. Alhamdulillah. So you lose some you gain some.

Satelah mendapat zuriat saya terus merancang apakah cara yang terbaik untuk mentarbiah anak2. Bermula dari anak pertama saya mencuba sekolah pondok (Darul Falah di Kg.Kuala Sg. Baru) sebagai tempat untuk menyekolahkan anak saya (masa itu baru 2 orang)..Satelah mencuba selama 3 tahun;nyata terdapat banyak kekurangan..sehingga terpaksa di rihatkan anak saya selama 6 bulan dari persekolahan dan diajar oleh ibunya sendiri untuk membolehkan dia membaca dan menulis.

Kemudian saya berpindah semula ke KualaLumpur dan menghantar anak2 ke Sekolah Rendah Islam (Az zafirah) yang mengajar dalam dua bidang iaitu Ugama Dan jurusan kebangsaan. Ternyata setelah 4 tahun saya dapati kelemahan didalam bidang mengaji Al Quran sedangkan mereka telah mula diajar bidang tafsir dan juga pentarbiyahan anak2 kurang memuaskan.

Dari sinilah mula timbul kesedaran dalam diri saya dan rakan2 bahawa apa yang perlu di tanamkan pada anak2 kami ialah pendekatan kepada Al Quran dan keutamaan perlu di beri kepada menghafal Al Quran. Kami dirikan Tadika & Sekolah Rendah Tahfiz At Tazkirah di Taman Sri Angsana Hilir;Kg.Pandan. Kemudian terdiri pula Maahad Tahfiz Al Itqaan.

Alhamdulillah setelah 8 tahun berusaha,4 orang anak saya telah berjaya menghabiskan 30 juz hafalan mereka. Bagaimana pun kami telah tersingkir dari Al Itqaan atas pergolakkan yang menyedihkan.

Satelah tersingkir inilah yang menyebabkan saya mencari tempat untuk anak2 saya melanjutkan pelajaran mereka dan setelah puas mencari terjumpa pusat pengajian Mujami Abu Nour di Damascus ini. Pada bulan Mac 1990 saya sendiri cuba datang ke Damascus tetapi tersekat di Tehran dan terpakasa bermalam raya haji di Tehra Airport kerana tidak mempunyai visa untuk ke Damascus. Ternyata didalam setiap ujian yang Allah beri jika kita bersabar ada kebajikannya.

Kerana disingkar dari Al Itqaan saya terfikir untuk menghantar anak2 ke luar negara;kerana tersangkut di Tehran….2 anak saya diterima masuk ke peringkat Ta’hili (Tahun 2 Diploma Syariah)di Mujami’ Abu nour apabila borang2permohonan mereka telah dibawa sendiri oleh Shekh Mutai Kabbani (murid tua/bekasi imam Abu Nour) apabila dia pulang ke Syria dua bulan kemudian…Bermulalah saya dan keluarga berulang-alaik ke Syria dan sehinnga sekarang dah 5 tahun anak2 saya di sini. Seorang telah tamat pengajian dan lulus sarjana muda Da’wah; 3 telah tamat Diploma Syariah dan sedang belajar di peringkat serjana muda; 3 orang telah dapat Syahadah (As Sanad)Al Quran…dan saya masih dapat meneruskan pelajaran Bahasa Arab saya…..tak lama lagi saya akan dapat cucu di sini juga. 

After working hard for the past 3 week, this morning I am embarking on a journey which will take me to Dubai then onwards to Damascus. Since I traveled this way a few months back many things had happened..the Israelis had invaded Lebanon and destroyed that newly built city. I visited Lebanon a year ago.the scars of the previous war still pock marked many building..Some were covered with huge banners announcing new development…now those  new building would also bear the scar of recent invasion …The Israelis in their wars had often targeted the weak..i.e women and children..have the world forgotten the massacare at Sharba and Shatilla…now we have Qana to add to their atrocities..they were able to do this because the world let them and because they have the USA backing them…

Now I will be able to see first hand the refugees that had fled Lebanon and come to Syria adding to the Palestians that are still there from the previuos wars. How will the people of Syria cope? Knowing the frendliness of these people especially the ahli Dimasq I am certain that  the refugees wll get the help that they need. Majority of the Syrians are not that well off but their hearts are full of richness..

First I have to get there…now with the extra security caused by the ‘drama’ of the British, I dont know what hussle I have to put up this time…insyAllah I will get there.

Hari ini seorang kawan memberitahu yang apabila di ‘google’nya nama saya, timbul satu link yang memberitahu adanya sebuah buku yang saya terjemahkan pada tahun 1983 terdapat di dalam koleksi perpustakaan di Uitm. Ini membawa saya balik pada masa itu….1983..Nov..saya telah diberhentikan dari perkhidmatan; katanya penamatan biasa…masa tu saya baru balik dari bercuti hari raya..di atas meja terdapat surat penamatan perkhidmatan…(Ini cerata lain kali)…Didalam usaha untuk berdakwah kepada masyarakat setempat di Kubang Pasu, Kedah, saya dapati kekurangan bahan..jadi saya cuba untuk menterjemah beberapa buah buku karangan Allahyarham Abul Ala Maududi (pengasas Jamaatul Islami, Pakistan) dari bahasa Inggeris ke bahasa Malaysia Buku yang pertama bertajuk,”Haza Ad deen”..saya beri tajuk Islam Agama Sebenar. Buku ini adalah kupasan Abul Ala Maududi bagi ayat Al Quran yang bermaksud..”Sesunguhnya agama yang di terima di sisi Allah ada al Islam”. Pada awalnya saya terbitkan dan jual sendiri, kemudian datang sebuah syarikat penerbitan di Alor Star meminta kebenaran untuk menerbitnya…Tak sangka pula buku yang telah lama saya lupakan sekarang terdapat di perpustakkan sebuah universiti. Mudah-mudahh ia bermenafaat bagi pelajar-pelajar di sana…dan menjadi peninggalan saya.mungkinkah ia menjadi amal jariah?