Archive for August, 2006

Frequent travelers do get their dates mixed up…

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

“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.

Islamic Fundamentalism and Islamic phobia

Tuesday, August 29th, 2006

A few days ago I watched the CNN special about Osama Bin Ladin..The world most wanted man (by the USA) in the world.

I wonder how many muslims will agree to this label of Osama. His experienced with Islam is no different from many people of his generation. The time of Islamic revivalism. Milestone by Syed Qutb was a standard reading material in most Usrah’s whether in Malaysia or England or USA. Does that make us terrorist material? Him wanting to live a simple life is nothing different from many Muslims.

The west is trying to interpret Islam for us and many of the Muslims readily accept them. Anwar Ibrahim had said,” ..if practising my religion such as performing my 5 daily payers make me a fundamentalist..then I am”. The word Islam should not be translated as Peace… being Muslims mean that we adhere to the command of Allah..not the wish of others…

Today being a muslim traveller could be difficult..imagine being not allowed to travel because other passengers think that you look like at a terrorist..(being Muslim looking)..and even when already on board, the plane will suddenly turn around, and you detained ..because you are a Muslim..this is the Islamicphobia that is occuring today.

 

I am not a magician…

Monday, August 28th, 2006

It has been a hot day and travelling on the minibus to get to my lesson were very tiring. I was busy with my patients that I did not have enough time to do my homework.

Sometimes the patient can really get to you. They expect to be healed but they don’t want to follow instructions. Abstaining from coffee is one the greatest problem for some of them. One lady came and told me that she was feeling better after the first course of medication..but she took a break from the treament as she wanted to have her daily coffee…then she complained that the second course didn’t work as well as the first one…I was flabergasted and almost lost my temper. I am not a magcian that could wave off the disease nor am I a miracle worker that give them babies. I could try my best and the healing is from Allah.

They asked me to pray for them. I always pray for my patients to get well and also for myself. I pray that Allah heal them and heal me as well and that I could continue doing this goodwork for sometime to come.

Damascus saya…bagaimana ia bermula

Saturday, August 26th, 2006

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. 

 

Lain padang lain belalang…lain negara lain penyakit

Thursday, August 24th, 2006

Saya telah sampai di Damascus dengan membawa rahmat kesini..kata kawan Iran saya..kerana telah turun hujan dengan lebat sehingga banjir disetengah tempat. Ustaz Salim (guru Bahasa Arab saya) terpaksa mengharung air setinggi sejengkal untuk sampai kerumahnya.

Pagi2 lagi keesokkan harinya..selepas salat subuh Jam 5.00pagi telah ada orang yang memerlukan rawatan..dia hampir lemas di kolam renang.Pelajar ini baru tamat pelajarannya dan hanya menunggu untuk pulang kenagara asalnya..Banyak kita dengar kisah pelajar2 yang telah tamat pengajian meninggal dunia sebelum sempat bekerja..ada yang mati kemalangan ada yang mati lemas di laut dan sebagainya. Pelajar ini hampir lemas dikolam renang…paru2nya dimasuki air dan juga kejutan kejadian tersebut menyebabkannya sakit kepala.

Ramai juga pesakit yang datang berjumpa disini mahu ubat untuk menjadikan anak2 mereka lebih tinggi sedangkan ibunya mahu kurus pula. Di sini juga terdapat ramai mereka yang mengidap sakit belakang dan pinggang. Ramai juga yang telah menjalani pembedahan tulang belakang. Apakah yang menyebabkan keadaan begini? Mereka datang lengkap dengan keputusan pemeriksaan yang canggih2 saperti bonescan dan ujian darah dsbnya. Yang mengherankan saya ialah mereka ini datang dari tempat2 yang jauh dari Damascus saperti Halab (6 jam perjalanan ke Damascus) dan Qimishli (sempanan dengan Iraq..8 jam perjananan)

Yang penting, saya dapat bertutur dalam bahasa Arab dengan pesakit2 ini. Jadi disini dapat bercakap tiga bahasa…iaitu Arab, Inggeris dan juga Melayu. Juga rangkaian pesakit saya berkembang sehingga ke Russia; Dagestan; Chechen; Afrika Selatan;England dan juga USA.

Alhamdulillah dengan kerja kebajikan yang sikit ini dapatlah saya berkenalan dengan orang2 Arab setempat yang banyak menolong saya di dalam usaha menempatkan anak2 saya belajar di sini. Tadi datang seorang anak Melayu yang meminta pertolongan untuk masuk belajar disini.InsyaAllah saya akan cuba menolongnya.

Air travel…..I have been doing it for 15 yrs

Monday, August 21st, 2006

I am writing this from the Dubai business class lounge…not bad a place to wait for your plane..today I invited another Malaysian to join me..now he has left for Morocco.When I told him that I have been doing this for 15 years, his first reaction wass that he found waiting in airports boring.

My first trip on the plane was back in 1976 on my way to the UK for my studies on the Illusyen aircraft belonging to the CSK (Chechoslovakian Airline); we had to transit in Prague for a few hours. We were given food vouchers but didn’t know what to order..Almost ordered a salami sandwich (mistaking it as Islamic sandwich)

I however don’t quite mind waiting at the airport..especially now, because of the facilities that are available to me. I can eat and drink as I wish. There’s a shower room and also ample reading material and of course the internet which is free as well. The secret is to take it easy and take it as a chance to relax and meet people. I have made many friends by inviting people to join me at the lounge..and this is how I met my best friend Iyad Khoudary of Syria..and this little good that I did found me a personal arabic language tutor. Do a little good and you will never believe how it will be repaid.I have made some patients this way as well.

Next month I am off to Jeddah not on a business trip but a trip for religious experience..my first fasting in Mekah and Madinah.

My Travel Last Month

Friday, August 18th, 2006

This picture was taken on my travel to Jakarta, Indonesia on the 17th of July..I am the one with the skullcap; next to me is my friend/teacher/ soon-to-be business partner, Ustaz Ali, and next to him is Mas Eddy..he took 4 days off to take me around.

As I was landing at Jakarta Airport an earthquake struck this island of Java and caused a tsunami that killed about 700 people in the eastern Java; never experienced this before.. so close to an area of such a tragedy. However the people in Jakarta seemed to be oblivious and did not to pay too much attention to the incident. Maybe they are used to it..How fragile life can be..one moment you are enjoying yourselves on a beautiful beach and the next moment you are swept away and may even lose your life…

Today is the beginning of another journey..

Thursday, August 17th, 2006

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.

Damascus yang dirindui..

Wednesday, August 16th, 2006

Dah hampir 2 bulan saya meninggalkan Damascus; kota yang penuh sejarah..Bangunannya tak sehebat Kuala Lumpur, tapi kota yang pernah didiami sahabat2 Nabi (sehingga sekarang banyak terdapat maqam2 mereka) memberi ketenangan kepada saya setiap kali tiba. Perjalanan dari lapangan terbang ke Rukunudin ..tempat tinggal saya bersama anak2, menyegarkan tak kira dalam cuaca apa pun…sejuk shita’ (winter) atau hangat saif (summer) atau kenikmatan rabi’ (spring)

Masjid Abu Nour

Di Dimasq’ kehidupan saya berubah…walaupun masih sibuk juga dengan pesakit…tapi masa yang yang saya khaskan untuk belajar bahasa Arab akan tetap saya pelihara. Walaupun sejam lebih sahaja pelajaran bersama Ayahanda Ustaz Salim Khudary sedangkan masa perjalanan pergi balik hampir 2 jam, terasa rugi kalau ditinggalkan. Inilah yang saya rindui. InsyaAllah di kota ini akan dapat saya penuhi impian saya untuk memahami bahasa Al Quran ini…

Uuuuh…mummmm…she cried as she hide behind the door..

Tuesday, August 15th, 2006

This was my experience with my daughter, before I knew of Homeopathy.She had chronic constipation…she cried every time she had to pass motion..her stool was hard and blackish, sometimes  with streaks of blood…I had tried so many things..and had taken her to doctors in the UK. They wanted to keep her in the ward.She suffered so much and it was a long time before she was all right and I still dont know what we did that helped her.
During my first year of practise..a nurse brought her daughter to me with a similar problem. I diagnosed her to be anaemic and then gave her the remedy China 30 and after one course she was happily passing her motion..later I came across a similar incident and it was such a chronic condition that her mother was told that the baby might have to be operated on as to enlarge the anal pathway..However with the remedy she was fine.
Homeopathy is very helpful in treating children and they love the medication as it is sweet and thus save them from the trauma of being force-fed with medicines. I now treat  many children that frequently get tonsilitis, asthma and fever. They have these attacks almost monthly if not weekly. However many have come back and told me that after treament they are much better and  get sick less often.