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jahmujahadah wrote on Dec 23, '08
Dua-dua best!
bualgitar wrote on Dec 24, '08
Aku lihat Islam dalam Max Cavalera!
Walaupun dia bertatu
Walaupun dia selekeh, sembronoh macam hantu
Walaupun senikata lagunya-lagunya penuh dengan 'f**k You'
Walaupun dia memakai salib
Walaupun dia memakai tangkal-tangkal Macumba dan Condombale
Walaupun dia pernah tulis " Nevertrust in jihad"
Walaupun dia tak pernah beribadah secara Islam
Walaupun dia tak pernah mengucapkan syahadah
Kenapa?
Kerana dia pernah mengatakan 'Tuhan itu Satu!"
Kerana dia pernah mengatakan " Many bad things happen in this world because people are making use of God's name for wrong reasons! "
Cukup bagiku untuk melihat Islam dalam Max Cavalera!
wargajagat wrote on Dec 24, '08
ada yang sangsi
jika perspektif islam bukan jati
bukan dari tokoh berpangkat kiayi
Bro Bo berani menilai Islam
secara mandiri
kata syed, kata ku dan kata kau
menggema kini
shasel wrote on Dec 24, '08
sila bertamu di halaman berikut dan terima kasih mencetus ilham...
shasel.multiply.com/journal/item/339/Mahu_Tiru_Siapa_Lagi_jahmujahadah wrote on Jan 1Ya, ada Islam di dalam individu-individu ini termasuklah juga Mother Theresa, Mahatma Gandhi dan ramai lagi... tetapi adakah mereka Muslim? ;D
CG,
Islam Jati
tidak lahiri
dizahiri!
Wassalam.
wargajagat wrote today at 8:24 AMIslam Jati
tidak lahiri
dizahiri
ICICIC......betul tu.
mutiara75 wrote today at 8:54 AMSaya jadi teringat
kisah Muhammad Asad @ Leopold Weiss
dalam autobiografinya,
'The Road To Mecca'.....
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Afghanistan, The Winter of 1926
I WAS ON MY WAY from Herat to Kabul and was riding, accompanied by Ibrahim and an Afghan trooper, through the snow buried mountain valleys and passes of the Hindu-Kush, in central Afghanistan. It was cold and the snow was glistening and on all sides stood steep mountains in black and white.
I was sad and, at the same time, strangely happy that day. I was sad because the people with whom I had been living during the past few months seemed to be separated by opaque veils from the light and the strength and the growth which their faith could have given them; and I was happy because the light and the strength and the growth of that faith stood as near before my eyes as the black and white mountains- almost to be touched with the hand.
My horse began to limp and something clinked at its hoof: an iron shoe had become loose and was hanging only by two nails.
'Is there a village nearby where we could find a smith?' I asked our Afghan companion.
'The village of Deh-Zangi is less than a league away. There is a blacksmith there and the hakim of the Hazarajat has his castle there.'
And so to Deh-Zangi we rode over glistening snow, slowly, so as not to tire my horse.
The hakim, or district governor, was a young man of short stature and gay countenance - a friendly man who was glad to have a foreign guest in the loneliness of his modest castle. Though a close relative of King Amanullah, he was one of the most unassuming men I had met or was ever to meet in Afghanistan. He forced me to stay with him for two days.
In the evening of the second day we sat down as usual to an opulent dinner, and afterward a man from the village entertained us with ballads sung to the accompaniment of a three-stringed lute. He sang in Pashtu- a language which I did not understand - but some of the Persian words he used sprang up vividly against the background of the warm, carpeted room and the cold gleam of snow that came through the windows. He sang, I remember, of David's fight with Goliath - of the fight of faith against brute power - and although I could not quite follow the words of the song, its theme was clear to me as it began in humility, then rose in a violent ascent of passion to a final, triumphant outcry.
When it ended, the hakim remarked: 'David was small, but his faith was great...'
I could not prevent myself from adding: 'And you are many, but your faith is small.'
My host looked at me with astonishment, and, embarrassed by what I had almost involuntarily said, I rapidly began to explain myself. My explanation took the shape of a torrent of questions:
'How has it come about that you Muslims have lost your self-confidence - that self-confidence which once enabled you to spread your faith, in less than a hundred years, from Arabia westward as far as the Atlantic and eastward deep into China - and now surrender yourselves so easily, so weakly, to the thoughts and customs of the West? Why can't you, whose forefathers illumined the world with science and art a time when Europe lay in deep barbarism and ignorance, summon forth the courage to go back to your own progressive, radiant faith? How is it that Attaturk, that petty masquerader who denies all value to Islam, has become to you Muslims a symbol of "Muslim revival"?'
My host remained speechless. It had started to snow outside. Again I felt that wave of mingled sadness and happiness that I had felt on approaching Deh-Zangi. I sensed the glory that had been and the shame that was enveloping these late sons of a great civilization.
'Tell me - how has it come about that the faith of your Prophet and all its clearness and simplicity has been buried beneath a rubble of sterile speculation and the hair-splitting of your scholastics? How has it happened that your princes and great land-owners revel in wealth and luxury while so many of their Muslim brethren subsist in unspeakable poverty and squalor - although your Prophet taught that No one may call himself a Faithful who eats his fill while his neighbor remains hungry? Can you make me understand why you have brushed woman into the background of your lives - although the women around the Prophet and his Companions took part in so grand a manner in the life of their men? How has it come about that so many of you Muslims are ignorant and so few can even read and write - although your Prophet declared that Striving after knowledge is a most sacred duty for every Muslim man and woman and that The superiority of the learned man over the mere pious is like the superiority of the moon when it is full over all other stars?'
Still my host stared at me without speaking, and I began to think that my outburst had deeply offended him. The man with the lute, not understanding Persian well enough to follow me, looked on in wonderment at the sight of the stranger who spoke with so much passion to the hakim. In the end the latter pulled his wide yellow sheepskin cloak closer about himself, as if feeling cold; then he whispered:
'But - you are a Muslim...'
I laughed, and replied: 'No, I am not a Muslim, but I have come to see so much beauty in Islam that it makes me sometimes angry to watch you people waste it ... Forgive me if I have spoken harshly. I did not speak as an enemy.'
But my host shook his head. 'No, it is as I have said: you are a Muslim, only you don't know it yourself...Why don't you say, now and here, "There is no God but God and Muhammad is His Prophet" and become a Muslim in fact, as you already are in your heart? Say it brother, say it now, and I will go with you tomorrow to Kabul and take you to the amir, and he will receive you with open arms as one of us. He will give you houses and gardens and cattle, and we all will love you. Say it, my brother...'
"If I ever do say it, it will be because my mind has been set at rest and not for the sake of the amir's houses and gardens.'
'But,' he insisted, 'you already know far more about Islam than most of us; what is it that you have not yet understood?'
'It is not a question of understanding. It is rather a question of being convinced: convinced that the Koran is really the word of God and not merely the brilliant creation of a great human mind...'
But the words of my Afghan friend never really left me in the months that followed.
jahmujahadah wrote today at 10:31 AM
Herman, power!!!
Seperti Ahmad Deedat (I tink, it was Ahmad Deedat) yang mengatakan, "I saw Islam in Europe." S.K ingin katakan (sebab baru balik AS), "I saw and felt Islam in the US."
Izinkan S.K salin perbincangan di sini ke Forum Fikirasa. S.K nak gabungkan dengan perbincangan di Facebook.
Wassalam.
mutiara75 wrote today at 11:16 AMI knew a few Arabs and Egyptians (back when I used to hang out at Wisma Indah & Masjid Kassim) who said that they felt Islam here also in Singapore, stronger than some supposedly 'Muslim' countries.
jahmujahadah wrote today at 3:16 PMYah, when I was teaching my students last year, I mentioned simple things like cleanliness and corruption-free state
Wassalam.
It'll be at fikirasa.