A Breath of Fresh Air...

It has been such a long time that I have not updated this blog of mine. So much paper work. The never-ending number of theses to be read as an external and internal examiner. As soon as I completed, then another arrived... Postgrads to supervise and to stand in during their vivas…

Pressures of living up to be an academic in a university chosen to spearhead the APEX programme is really taking its toll…And most recently, we thought that ever since USM has been upgraded to APEX status (for information on this, it is here and here) then the number of undergraduates would be reduced. That was what we thought..until last week. The new enrolment in September 2011/2012 session for our school (School Electrical & Electronic Engineering – NOT other schools) would be at least 200! Horror! That would be just like the small creeks Down Under bursting at their brims and river banks – hence the devastations and floodings…How could and should people like us in the department keep up? We would be stretched to the limits. God forbid, please…

Just recently, I had 1 more Ph.D student registering under my wings – I could not remember agreeing to this in the first place. While in a state of blurriness, another one showed up at my office doorstep, showing me his registration letter as yet another of my student….But of course, it is not always grey skies. Once in a while, it is so heartening when you supervise students from Palestine especially – with their good manners and sincere prayers (doa) for Allah's blessings bestowed upon their supervisors whenever we try to help as best we can…(will share some of these stories later…)

And so, when a group of young girls (from various colleges around Tg. Malim, Banting, Shah Alam and KL) decided to come over up north for a little bit of sharing and to spend the night filled with spiritual and motivational activities – one of the initiatives under IKRAM (formerly known as JIM), I was thrilled. They were more than welcomed to my humble abode in Ipoh. All 30 of them will be flying off to Germany, Ireland and Australia (doing Engineering, Medicine and Biotech) as early as July, as late as January 2012.

I was glad too that an ole' friend of mine, Yati could also spare some time with us over the weekend. We had such wonderful moments, sharing our past, more than 30 years’ of experiences in the UK (I was in Sheffield while Yati was in Cardiff). The good and not so good ones..The good ones – for them to emulate, the not so good ones – hopefully these new breed would be wary of…

The whole bunch of girls had some morning activities..some tazkirah (reminders presented in a chicken soup for the soul kind of way..using the multi media - these young folks of today are ever so creative, I learnt something new then and there...) and I shared my motivational talk which I usually do share with my own first year students once in a while. About focusing on their target and never to lose sight of their goals, about the true meaning of success and the roadmap towards it, about discovering their full potential and then harnessing their talents….Most important thing of all is that both Yati and I stressed the importance of remembering the sacrifices of our elderly parents and kins, about preserving our own identity as Muslims and our faith – to safeguard them as precious pearls – especially out there where ‘prying hands’ are always everywhere trying to take it away from our hearts…

I have uploaded these pictures here so that these young girls will always remember the good moments that we shared together…I pray that they will accomplish all their dreams..and may Allah bestow upon them success and make things easy for them in their pursuit for knowledge…Amin.

PS. I thank my other half for making all the necessary arrangements for the instant meals (tea break, dinner and breakfast) that he purchased from the eateries around our place. In so doing, our weekend programme went smoothly without a hitch…My gratefulness to Mumtaz of UTP and Ain Nasim for making this possible. Thank you for giving us this opportunity to sow some seeds of goodness…May Allah accept our good deeds..Amin…

Feeling really good inside…

All Praises be to Allah (3X)...Alhamdulillah..Alhamdulillah…Alhamdulillah…

For the 4th consecutive week, I have made myself available and to be able to follow Mdm. Ainon Mohd’s free lectures (the big boss of PTS Publications - an aggressive publishing company, she was and still is my mentor in writing) at Taman Permata, Kuala Lumpur. Always updating us with new projects, forever inspiring us with new ideas too…maybe I will share all that I have gathered – the notes that I have made while attending all these lectures – in other entries…For this entry – I just want to share this happy feeling...

This morning, I was feeling really swell… when I heard these words come tumbling out of Mdm Ainon’s lips:

“Ladies and gentlemen..who have never been tired writing and giving us your book manuscripts…your efforts have made it possible for us to venture into this Watershed Project – the translation of Al Quran for new reverts – and also for ‘dummies’(in the context of the yellow series of Books for Dummies).

We have made studies on how to make the Quran more simplified in its translation in order that a person who obtained just a grade ‘C’ for his/her Bahasa Melayu would also be able to understand the meanings of the verses…For that too, we have embarked on translations of the Quran in multi languages, in the hope that these translated versions will assist as tools for our brothers and sisters who are involved in dakwah work and to speed up their efforts.

We have produced the Surah Yasin in Iban language. The Quran in the same language is in the process of editing . The Khmer version is under print at Kampuchea. Others in line are in Kadazan, Tagalog and a string of others. These translated versions will be given away for free.

To print these, we need special ‘Bible paper’ – very thin but tough enough to be flicked back and forth. If not, the editions will be too thick and that will defeat the purpose of it being easily carried here and there, everywhere. This type of paper is very expensive. And that is where your efforts have helped us. The profits from the sales of your books as writers all these while – a portion of it has gone into this. We have really helped each other.

I am very passionate about this project and I am working really hard to make it all become possible. Pray that Allah give me strength and good health to continue and complete them all in these efforts. I want this to be my part of my good deeds (sadaqah jariah) when I die…"

Imagine how happy I was to hear all of these…All the hours spent in writing the books – have paid off in a way – I have contributed a little, if not much (as my books are not bestsellers although quite a number have been reprinted, their numbers are not very many…) However, I still feel very good inside.

You as readers are also contributing . For, in buying and reading the books by us PTS writers, you also have made yourselves shareholders in this very noble effort. Let us pray to Allah Almighty that all these good deeds of ours…are accepted by Him The Almighty….Amin…

For Malay readers, to learn more about these projects, please feel free to click the following:

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Tears of regret…

My eyes were transfixed to the rectangular shaped talking machine at the far corner of our lounge. TV9 station was airing a talk show with Dr. Danial Zainal Abidin and writer Muhammad Alexander (MA) as guests. The issue was on signs of Doomsday and the emergence of Yakjuj and Makjuj. Coincidentally, I had just finished reading the two books written by MA. His first book – I borrowed from someone, then bought a copy together with his second book – Alexander the Great was Zulqarnain at the Kuala Lumpur International Book Fair, the week before. I managed to meet up with the writer to have the two books autographed by MA. Happiness!

“Amongst the signs of Doomsday that is fast approaching is the fact that numerous numbers of babies are being born from unmarried mothers,” said Dr. Danial. His statement made my heart stop for a moment. It set me thinking.

Just last weekend, I fulfilled the request from Raudhatus Sakinah (RS)- The Shelter for unmarried mothers, to conduct a writing workshop for inhabitants of the shelter of the Penang branch.

The air was tense and still at the beginning of the workshop. The RS girls needed some coaxing and provoking before their words could pour out. After 2 games, their minds then started melting. By mid afternoon, their fingers holding tightly onto their pen, were moving fast across the sheets of papers. Their heads down and intense, brimming with ideas. That was my intention. And those were the purpose of the series of games, specifically formulated during the workshop.

Later in the afternoon, their eyes were pregnant with tears, glistening waters streaming over like little brooks down their cheeks, when I asked them to remember and ponder upon the faces of our parents, their never ending love and care, ever since we first started to learn how to breathe. They read aloud their pieces, written straight from their hearts, in between sobs of great regret. It was intended to be so, to build up the atmosphere for them to realize the consequences of their past deeds.

While the girls were deep in their writing, I decided to have a chat with the organizers.

“Newcomers?” said I to Madam I, the manager of the shelter. My eyes roamed across the seminar room, registering the fresh faces in my mind. It has been quite a while since my last visit. My busy schedule has interrupted the once regular visits earlier on.

“Yes! The previous batch has gone back to where they belong,” said she, a queer smile curving her lips.

Puzzled with the odd smile, I asked, “How are they doing?”

I held out my hand and taking a chair, I sat very close to her and the wardens of RS. N who is now a happily married wife and mother of a little baby boy was there too. She was the former warden and had travelled all the way from Tanjung Malim, with her little baby by train, departing at midnight the night before and reaching Nibong Tebal at 4 a.m. that very morning. Such sacrifice! May Allah bless her…

“Some of them who returned home have constantly called us back, expressing their desire to be back at RS,” said one of the wardens.

“Why?” I frowned.

“Because they felt so lost and are also very vulnerable to fall back to their old habits. They were afraid. The values that we have instilled in them while they were with us here at RS, will slowly dwindle away amid hostile surroundings, uncooperative family members," said another one of the wardens.

“Influence from their old friends. We have always tried very hard to remind them to stay away and of the pitfalls of going back to their old habits,” said Madam I.

“But still, there are others who have moved on, continuing with their studies, at school and also at colleges,” said N.

“You still remember M?” said Madam I.

“Of course I do,” I quipped.

“She is now in her first year, studying psychology at a college up north, sponsored by her mum,” said one of the wardens rather proudly.

“How wonderful! Praises be to Allah,” said I, so overjoyed.

That is the situation with the RS girls who had to return to where they once belonged. Some are trying their best to maintain their dignity while others have moved on. We should do more to guide these young girls who have gone astray and to pull their hands back onto the straight road again.

This is the second time around. A similar writing workshop was held sometime last year. We intend to publish the collection of the girls’ writings. Writings of their experiences, the underlying factors that made them end up in situations most unbecoming and which we wish and should avoid. We hope that when the book gets to be published, it will act as eye openers for others, especially for the young girls and boys of our society, and for parents too. Things that they need to be aware of. To be forewarned against.

“Be Smart! Avoid Zina!”

May Allah grant us mercy and accept all intentions and our deeds...Amin

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A quick look at some of the responses that I could gather from the feedback forms right after the workshop:-

“Alhamdulillah, I have the opportunity to improve my writing skills.”

“I have acquired new knowledge.”

“This has made me become aware of the importance of being a person of good, here now and in the hereafter.”

“I got some good advise.”

“I have got ideas what to write in the future.”

“I can make use of writing to get rid of my stress.”

To read more on past and previous related entries in this blog on RS - The Shelter, please click here and here .

For the sake of brotherhood in faith...

“How are you, mum?” said a very familiar voice at the other end.

“Fine! How ARE you?” said I, sensing something amiss in the tone of my son’s voice.

“Just feeling like wanting to share something,” he said.

“Aha..”

“Yesterday, I was at the masjid for maghrib prayers. Was doing my solat when suddenly a little boy stepped on my glasses which I put neatly positioned just beneath my face during prostrating. He was running here and there just before it happened,” said he with a sigh.

Silence.

“I am listening,” said I, encouraging him to go on.

“After the jamaah prayers, I turned to see a man, maybe from one of the countries in Africa. He apologized and said that he will pay for the damage. I just nodded my head. Then, he asked me how much I paid for my glasses. I said more than a thousand ringgit.”

“What happened then? You don’t sound too happy.”

“Yeah! Because right after hearing my words, the man suddenly became offensive and lectured to me about Qada’ and Qadar.”

“Hmm..” I knew that something was not quite right, as I know my son’s attitudes and temperaments very well. Never, the one who likes to be lectured at and easily provoked.

“I lashed out. Telling him not to insult my intelligence. I know what Qada’ and Qadar is. As soon as I turned my heels towards the door of the masjid, I noticed all eyes in the masjid were on both of us. People from all over the world.”

The place where my son resides (where my other half and I hop over to spend weekend escapades or to attend to some other activities at the capital), is full of expatriates from the Middle East and Korea. So, the masjid would be full of Muslims from many nations across the globe.

I was quiet, allowing time and some space so my son could gather his words.

“Mum, I could not sleep throughout the night. I lay in bed thinking. We were all one, standing and then stooping in our prayers, devoted to God, the only One. Then, right after giving salams, I was there exchanging harsh words with another, my own brother in faith.”

Still, I did not say anything, wanting to let him pour his words.

“This morning, I had my glasses repaired. It cost me RM300. Then, just now, after the noon congregation prayers, the same man came over to me and apologized again, asking me how much I spent to fix my specs. I told him. Then he reached out to his wallet and handed me the amount. But I said to him, “Please take back your RM 100,” When he asked me why, I answered, “Because I lost my temper over such a small thing.”

My lips involuntarily curved into a slight smile.

“Then, we hugged one another, patted each other’s shoulders while the others in the masjid smiled a wide smile,” continued my son.

“Good to hear that,” I said in a low voice.

“Yes! And I am so overcomed with relief,” said he.

I did not say anything anymore. We talked about other things for a little while longer.

Deep inside me I was so grateful to Allah and was absolutely glad that my son had learnt an important lesson. The value of brotherhood and love amongst mankind (especially Muslims) far surpasses the petty things that we say we own in this short life.

Remembering Teachers....

“Can you spare some time? Present a talk in a programme for teachers that we will be organizing in a few month’s time?” said Hajjah Norhayati Sidek on the other line.

“Programme for teachers? Are you sure that the audience will be comfortable with me? Because I am not really qualified. They are more experienced teaching in schools, for which I am at a disadvantage,” said I.

“Well! Just share whatever you have,” said the dear, old friend of mine.

I remembered the following verse from the Quran:

“Help one another in righteousness and piety - and do not help one another in sin and injustice..” (Al Maidah: Verse 2)

I knew I had to oblige to my friend’s request.

For weeks on end, I stole some time here and there, preparing for my talk i.e. a Powerpoint presentation entitled “Utilizing the Utmost from Teachers Based on Human Capital Values”. A mouthful title. I had to take a breather in between writing the full title.

For the particular purpose too, I had to study some materials. Amongst them, “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People” and “The 8th Habit: From Effectiveness to Greatness”, both books by Stephen Covey. Also, “The Empty Raincoat: Making Sense of the Future” by Charles Handy and another “Talent is Never Enough: Discover the Choices That Will Take You Beyond Your Talent” by John C. Maxwell.

Other references were also garnered to make the presentation due on the 24th May, to be as interesting as possible. I wanted to stress more on the practical aspects of harnessing the potent talents each and everyone of us possess. How to manage those talents and channel them towards doing good for the society at large and to be able to maintain a strong conviction and motivation throughout the journey of our life. There are some practical aspects that we may be able to follow and they were effective for me. So, I hoped to share with the audience based upon my own experiences.

The programme called Bicara Perdana at national level organized by Majlis Guru Islah (MGI or Islah Teachers Council if translated into English) was convened at the Hill City Hotel, Ipoh, Perak. And it was rightfully so that the Honorary Secretary of JIM, Haji Nahar Md. Nor officiated the function. MGI was his brainchild years ago.

Tears welled up my eyes as I listened to the poem ‘Kau Adi Guru’ penned and recited by Ibni Khalid Jurait, the representative of Selangor. I was sure that the hearts of many others were also moved, judging from the muffled sounds and tissue grabbings amongst those present. (The poem was written in the Malay Language, the meanings of which might not be as effective if translated in English, if not, I would have loved to share it here…)

I was also happy for Mrs. Siti Aishah Mahamad’s, receiving the Teachers Award 2009 (9 candidates from various states were nominated). Siti Aishah is an Excellent Headmistress, a post she held in three schools while at the same time, never foresaking her duties as an activist under JIM and holds the post of Head of Women’s Wing of Pahang.

Sadness prevailed amid video clips, when the award for “You Will Forever Be Remembered” was given to the late Dr. Ahmad Basri bin Md. Yussoff for his tireless efforts and deeds in guiding, teaching and enjoining good deeds through JIM. He, who was fondly known as Cikgu Basri was represented by 3 of his children, Naufal, Ariej and Daniel, who came in place of their mum, Puan Noraini.

My presentation was delivered in 45 minutes in all while another, also in the same time frame was given by Mr. Haji Mat Noh Supaat, District Education Officer who was also an experienced Headmaster for Cluster Schools. His talk was entitled, “Effective Leadership in the Teaching Profession”.

I was touched that my presentation was well received, the positive responses (as was told by the secretariat of the programmes), from the evaluation sheets filled in by the audience. Alhamdulillah, All praises be to Allah. By His Grace, may all our good deeds be rewarded in the hereafter...Amin.

Kudos to my old friend, Cik Hajjah Norhayati as the Director of the programme and her team members who had put in tremendous efforts in the preparations months before and in making sure the event for the day, a smooth sailing one...

Malaysia Harmoni

15th. May 2009 was the launching date for Malaysia Harmoni, the news portal by JIM providing news and quality reading materials for the public. Malaysia Harmoni is in Bahasa Melayu, the malay language.

Malay language readers are invited to feast their eyes at Malaysia Harmoni.

With Writer Friends…Kuala Lumpur International Book Fair 2009

“I am Hamdy!” said someone as soon as I arrived at the stall.

“So, you are Hamdy! We have been emailing and motivating each other through mailing lists and text messages,” said I, looking at Pak Utih, another writer friend and a qualified trainer, sitting in front of a pile of his book, "Suami Memimpin, Isteri Mengurus" (The Husband Leads, the Wife Manages). He was seated at the other end of the table.

“Yes! He may sound very gruff and brutal in his emails but actually he has a very kind heart!” said Pak Utih, casting a broad smile. Hamdy roared with laughter.

We were at the JIMedia stall, or to be more exact, Readnetworks. A publishing company owned by Bro. Wan Mohd. Zukri or better known as Abu Syamil, who is also in charge of publishing quality reading materials for JIMedia.

“Where is Roha?” I asked.

Roha is our Sis who was given the responsibility to compile our latest book project – the third one, entitled, “Ibu Madrasah Pertamaku” (Mother – My First Lesson Provider) under Women’s Wing for JIM. I have contributed one chapter in this third endeavour. The first project which was entitled, “Bagaimana Akhirnya Saya Bertudung” (How I Finally Wore the Hijab), 2 chapters of my writings were included there and while I have given one chapter for the second effort, “Mengapa Saya Bekerja” (Why I Work), both of which were compiled by Madam Ir. Hajjah Endok Sempo M. Tahir.

“I think, she cannot make it today,” said Hamdy or his real name is Haron Mohd.Yusof, writer of Rancang Hidup Rancang Wang (Plan your Life and Your Money) and many more.

Just then, there was the sound of greetings from another writer friend of ours, Dr. Harlina Haliza Siraj, leader of Women’s Wing, JIM Central Committee, whose face has graced Malaysian TV and newspapers.

We had our pictures taken with our editor, Mr. Wan Muhammad Wan Ibrahim, a youthful father of three, who works full time with JIM and another with Dr. Har.

“I want to stay low in profile,” said Hamdy with a chuckle, disappearing behind a pillar.

I shook my head.

And there we were that Saturday, the 25th. of April 2009. Sitting and promoting each and every one of our books at the stall. Our books i.e. mine "Jadi, Anda Mahu Menulis"(So, You Want to Write?), Dr. Har "Citra Wanita Kontemporari"(Aspirations of Contemporary Women), Pak Utih "Suami Memimpin Isteri Mengurus"(Husband Leads Wife Manages), Hamdy "Rancang Hidup Rancang Wang Remaja"(Plan Your Life, Plan Your Money for Young Adults) was published just the night before. Very fresh from the oven! We sat, signing our books with readers and getting know them for about a few hours.

It certainly was fun!

My newest book....

Snippets from the book...

What Inspired This Book to be Written?

In February 2009, I attended a workshop – "Effective Writing for Mass Media", organized by the Media Committee, JIM HQ in Kuala Lumpur. While we were there, a group of trainers, including myself, sat and discussed about the possibility of having the materials in our workshops to be made into modules.

On my way back home up north, my mind was stirred up by one fact which surfaced during one of the workshops which I conducted at Kota Bharu, Kelantan. The chairperson, Madam Alawiyah Abdullah who headed the organizing committee of the workshop on behalf of JIM (Women’s Section) Kelantan put forward a question to all of us.

“Are we aware that the second Surah (after the first Surah Iqra’ – meaning ‘Read’) that was sent down by God was entitled The Pen (Al Qalam)?” and then she began reciting the verse:

“NuN*, the pen, and what they (the people) write, you have attained a great blessing from your Lord; you are not crazy.” (Al Qalam: Verse 1)

Madam Alawiyah then went on to say, “This verse is the 68th surah in the al Quran and has 52 verses altogether. Look at how great the emphasis is on writing, in the life of a Muslim,” said she, reminding us all who were present during the workshop.

I was jolted too! I suddenly remembered that I had come across this fact years ago but I had forgotten about it entirely.

And so, I was very motivated and keen to start on this book project. I began compiling the materials which I had emphasized again and again to participants of my writing workshops. And all the little but valuable experiences which I had jotted down throughout the course of my own journey as a writer….

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The initial intention in writing this book was that I wanted it to be of everyday use, to be always referred to, as a fountain of ideas for those who aspire to be writers and wish to live as one.

This book is about writing. Therefore, as a reader and an aspiring writer, do not confine yourself to just reading the pages. Instead, use it often. Flick through it, roll your eyes over the words, move your fingers across the pages, fold over its edges so you may remember where you suddenly pick up some important points. Make full use of the book. Let the pages be limp with use. Then, don’t forget to write!

Dr. Umi Kalthum Ngah

PS. This book is a 90 page book, written in Bahasa Melayu, the Malay Language. Price is RM 10.00. Published in conjunction with the Kuala Lumpur International Book Fair 2009. Will be available from Wednesday 22nd. April 2009 onwards, at the JIMedia Booth KLIBF'09, L2 & L3 (booth beside ReadNetwork Booth) directly in front of the main entrance KLIBF'09 (http://klbookfair.com/index.php/)

Small Kindness...

The square numbered face on my wrist stared back at me in silence.

“Must hurry!” I muttered, pulling my socks and fastening the laces of my shoes in turn. With the thick winter jacket flung over me, I stepped outside the door of my rented abode at 29, Banff Road.

The early morning cold air, suddenly slapped my cheeks. My teeth chattered under my breath just as soon as I sped across the busy Wilmslow Road, towards Worldwide, the huge Muslim grocery store, just across. I was practically in gear 4, sprinting to the bus stop.

“Must not miss the bus!” I told myself. Just then, my eyes caught sight of the back of the number 111 bus, just leaving off. My heart suddenly sank.

“Good morning!” I said, trying to sound cheerful to a lady sitting on one side of a seat, slowly bringing myself down onto the seat still vacant on the other side.

”Hi!” said she, flashing her superbly white teeth from between thick pouting lips.

Just across the road, heavy machinery was at work, tugging and sawing off trunks of old trees at Wilmslow Park while I sat intrigued, beside the lady.

“Why do they have to do that?” I asked spontaneously, my eyes still transfixed at the site full of activities.

“Well! Winter can be cruel around here with strong gusts of wind. Branches might fall, hurt people and destroy things, you see!”

“I see!” said I.

“May I ask you something?” said the lady, her eyes looking directly at my face.

“Sure!” I said.

“Why do you have to wear that?” she asked.

“What thing?” I said, in a voice laced with an element of surprise.

“That! Covering your head!” she said, pointing her fingers up her head, and twisting them around in a circle.

“Oh! We call this hijab! It is what practicing Muslim women should be wearing.”

That was the beginning of our conversation. We talked and smiled, interspersed with occasional laughter. About our countries of origin, sunshine that we craved, right down to the different kinds, shapes and tastes of bananas which we missed so much! For she was from Jamaica, a country with a climate not much different from that of Malaysia. Just like any other places in the UK, seeing, eating and tasting the same sized bananas in Manchester can be very boring.

Just then, a number 111 bus turned round the corner at the traffic lights. Behind it, there was another one! I could not believe my eyes!

“Two at one time?” I said, my eyes were rolling.

“Yes! Sometimes they come aplenty, while at times when you most need them, they just don’t come!” said she, with a sigh.

“Nice talking to you!” I said, getting up and held my hand out, signaling for the bus to stop.

“Thank you too!” said she.

“Thank you? But why?” I said, puzzled. My head tilted to one side.

“For keeping me company with your pleasant stories! And your recipe for banana fritters just now!” said she, her face lightened up in a broad smile. Her hands were waving gently towards me.

“And you, me!” I half shouted, my face beaming; my feet already touching the steps of the bus.

My heart felt elated. Suddenly, the cold morning air did not seem so stiff anymore……

"We will set up the Just Balance on the Day of Rising and no self will be wronged in any way. Even if it is no more than the weight of a grain of mustard-seed, We will produce it. We are sufficient as a Reckoner." (The Quran, Surat al-Anbiya': verse 47)

Sheikh Yusuf Estes here in Malaysia….

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you should never miss.

Come! Meet and listen to the real American Ambassador of Islam – Sheikh Yusuf Estes, formerly a very active Protestant priest, who has now reverted to Islam.

Click here for the schedules and venues of his talk around Kuala Lumpur....

Click here for venues of his talks, entitled "Why Scientists and Doctors are Turning to Islam for Answers?" and another "Do Dakwah Now!" around Johor Bahru.

Special writing workshop for Raudhatus Sakinah...

My head was still swimming…trying to make sense of day and night…the time loss or gain, travelling from west to east. But then again…a promise is still a promise.

Saturday, the 26th. of July, I got myself ready to conduct a special writing session for occupants of Raudhatus Sakinah (Penang Branch).

Eager faces awaited me, greeting me with salams and anticipating an enjoyable session as I promised them in one of my prior visits at their abode. They were all seated cosily in a seminar room at one of the schools of the Engineering Campus, Universiti Sains Malaysia, Nibong Tebal.

As the day commenced, pen encircled on fingers quivered, white sheets whined and writhed under nibs, full of scribbles…Then as minds start to thaw, tears welled up in those faces as one by one, each read their respective creative pieces. As much as I tried to control my tears, some still managed to hang on to my lashes. Right after reading each one of their writings, some of the participants just dropped back onto their chairs, in between sobs and cowered their faces on their desks, drenching the surfaces with their tears…

Writing is a form of therapy, an avenue to vent out ones’s anger, frustration or regrets over past misdeeds…expressing repentance to God and especially so to their parents who must have gone through such tremendous emotional upheaval in this tribulation. Also to carve into their hearts, the expectations and hope for their future, to strive and overcome whatever obstacles that may lie ahead…

I once came across an article – children who were victims of the Tsunami years ago, were encouraged to overcome their grief and post Tsunami trauma through drawings and paintings…likewise, I had hoped that this writing workshop would function as the same, to these young hearts..

At the end, I had expressed my aspiration to have a book published, a collection of writings from the occupants as well as the wardens and manager of RS…God willing. This collection would hopefully serve as a reminder to all the other young people out there...who are still unaware of the pitfalls, nooks and corners in treading life in this world. Life is not a straight line…may this book be a guidance and a beacon of light for others…

May Allah accept this little effort...Amin.

PS. A word of thanks to the manager of Raudhatus Sakinah (Penang Branch), Mrs. Inayah Isa for the collection of images...

The thing that most people fear the most….

“What is it that people fear most? Well! At least according to a survey done in the US!”

I threw this question to participants of a half day event held at the JIM Perak HQ. A few heads shook, some mutterings from lips…but my ears could not catch what were being said.

“Giving a cool speech in front of an audience!” said one – a teenage girl, seated on the second row from the front.

“You got that right!” said I, smiling, “in fact, some said they would rather die than open their mouths when all eyes are transfixed on who else but you, the speaker!”

Smiles…from the participants.

31st March 2008, was a date that I could slot in a short half-day workshop on Public Speaking in between my busy schedule. Participants were from the various districts making up JIM Perak State such as Ipoh City, Kuala Kangsar, Hilir Perak and Manjung). Their ages – ranging from teens right down to the late 40’s.

Halfway through the morning, I shared tips on the theories and facts. After the break, it was show time! Yes! Participants had a “hands-on’ experience.

“Cool! Everbody is excited and trying their best. In their respective groups,” I commented to an observer who decided to attend but preferred not to participate.

If sessions like this may be done periodically, I believe that most of the members would be able to overcome their ‘butterflies in their tummies’ and cold sweats on their palms syndrome; be it in a small group formal discussion or a one to one encounter with a total stranger.

In less than 2 hours, participants were able to evaluate themselves on how good they were and how they should improve themselves based on feedback from other group members. And unexpectedly, someone most demure and quiet (who did not have a clue that she can be a good speaker all this while) was most surprised that she was voted one of the best speakers (Puan Latifah – the wife of our one time YDP JIM Negeri Perak – Dr. Mohd. Fadzil). The rest of the participants looked equally excited and strived to give their best shots during the exercise.

The ability to speak effectively is absolutely necessary for each and every one of us, irrespective of where we are and what we do. The urgency is ubiquitous, in situations such as:

a. whereby effective communications need to prevail. For example, our children - entrance to institutions of higher learning, undergoing the process of interviews,..good diction and clear delivery may heighten and impress would-be employers. An effective speaker may easily get their message across to the people around them, avoiding deadlock and inefficiency in the whole work process, thus ensuring smooth transactions. An NGO like JIM certainly need this plus point!

b. When we are able to make other people understand us and our message gets across, our self esteem would certainly spiral exponentially. “You feel good about yourself”. Self motivation curves up on our personal graph and we certainly feel like contributing more efforts and more often too!

c.Most significantly, communicative skills is paramount for every one of as dai’e (a task incumbent on every Muslim individual regardless who and where we are i.e. the task to dissipate the teachings of Islam). More so, for JIM members.

The least that the participants could gather from this small effort was to gain a few pointers. For example, throwing our voice over and the importance of voice intonations, body language such as hand gestures and how we carry ourselves, eye movements such as sweeping through the audience and focusing on faces and the eyes of audience, as well as facial expressions to ensure more ‘umph’ factor in delivery.

A more consistent group effort would ensure the effectiveness of this type of programme and to maintain the momentum afterwards. I believe that, in trying to wean people out of their comfort zone and to get them to contribute more towards uplifting our society, we need to supply the necessary ‘tools’ to them. In a way, I am very happy to be able to share what little knowledge that I have, in the speaking skills workshop such as this (and writing skills workshop before this)…

It is hoped that this knowledge would be forwarded and shared by the participants in their respective districts amongst the other members…May Allah reward us all…Amin.

Sharing is caring..which in turn may propagate love amongst us. This feeling of satisfaction is difficult to describe. But then again, it is aptly wrapped up in a saying which my other half (Ir. Haji Mohamad Sofian Ahmad) love to quote in his numerous invited speeches:-

“We make a living by earning…
We make a life by giving!”

Launching of M-Books...

Great news for book lovers in Malaysia…

These books of mine are listed as those downloadable through your handphones.

Such a small price to pay …only RM 5 for each book. You only need to have a handphone that has a colour screen display…

Hurry and get them from http://www.metamobile.com.my/m-book/pts.php .

The story behind this project is available in my previous entry here

The launching ceremony was done by Puan Ainon Mohamad whom we fondly call SifuPTS recently held during the International Bookfair 2008 (4th till 13th. April) at the Putra World Trade Centre (PWTC), Kuala Lumpur.

(Please take note that these books are published in Bahasa Melayu…and are only downloadable using the service in Malaysia)

Finesse…an art to be acquired and practiced…

“What is all that ruckus?” D’s screams could be heard from upstairs. The next instant, her steps were heard running down the staircase.

I opened my bedroom door, held out my head and said, “Maybe some people just want to share their piece of favourite music?” My lips pursed a smile.

T shook her head and said, “At 2 a.m.? You gotta be joking!”

“Where are you going at this time of night?” I said, realizing that T was putting on her jacket.

“Have got to study. Can’t stay here! Want to spend the night at my friend’s. Away from this noise! See you later!” said she, her fingers twisting the key at the main door.

“You take care now! It is so late!” I said, with a frown on my forehead.

“Don’t you worry about me!” she said, in between her voluptuous lips. The main door rattled as she pulled it close behind her.

I went back to my bedside. Then putting aside my Ph.D thesis which I was trying to read all over and revise while awaiting my viva, I lay in bed with a book instead. “I Coriander” was written on its cover, penned by Sally Gardner.

A delightful piece set amidst medieval times, full of admirable prose. No wonder it garnered the most popular book by British school children in 2005 (Book of the Year Award). The amazing thing about the author was that she was a dyslexic as a child; was often ridiculed at by her friends and called ‘stupid’ by her teachers, thrown out of several schools, labeled unteachable and also sent to maladjusted children. It was only after her parents sent her to a special school that she started to learn how to read at the age of 14. Then gaining a degree with highest honours at a leading London art college and became a highly successful costume designer in film production.

All of a sudden, there was a loud bang on the glass pane, accompanied by the voices of drunkards singing. My hands quickly reached to put out the reading light and I hid under the sleeping bag. My lips, uttering prayers, “Please Allah! Please protect me..”

I occupied the room fronting the main road of the corner unit, double storey terrace house that was rented with T and two other non-British girls (non Muslims too). But we all got on very well indeed! The lower storey façade was all glass windows from ceiling down to nearly to the floor and not grilled like back here in Malaysia. A hard knock and the glass might shatter…

Most weekends would typically be as such! The sound that was heard earlier on was the loud music coming from cars which would sometimes whizz pass the corner. The driver manning the steering sometimes behaving like a competitor in Formula One. Most of the time, young Muslims of Pakistani descent or from the Middle East. Questions were sometimes posed by people in the local white community, “When is the next Muslim Christmas?” referring to the wild parties, liquor binging and swinging by the Muslim youths on the eves of the two auspicious Eids in the Muslim calendar along the sidewalks of the Curry Mile. How ironic!

Sometimes I would feel ashamed and full of disgrace, especially when I chance upon British gentlemen driving their automobiles full of politeness and grace.

How do you explain such a thing like this? It is just beyond comprehension!

I remembered Brother Idris Tawfiq’s words at the question and answer session at the end of his talk a month back then. How befitting it was, as his audience were mostly young Muslim men and women from universities all over Britain and especially from the University of Manchester.

This was what he said, “Muslims should exemplify good examples. As muslim youths staying in the UK, you should be doing this. Then only will the British people be straightening up in their seats to listen to you! And lastly, I would like to say this. There are little things that you can do to help our fellow brothers and sisters who are being subjected to hardship in this world right now. Boycott the goods and products of those who use your money to continue to buy weapons to persecute our muslim brothers and sisters. Please do this and please spread these words. Remember, the power is in your hands! May Allah continue to bless you all! Assalamualaikum!”

Have we asked ourselves these questions? How far have we tried to portray good examples as Muslims? Especially in the spate of recent happenings? Certain quarters amongst us have suddenly become objects of attention…roving eyes and ears all pricked up! The slightest blunder and tongues would start wagging and worse still, the confidence of the masses waning. Have we really done our best to render our opinion, act and react with wisdom? Touching people’s hearts with grace and kindness? Until they realize that Islam is full of glory and its followers are compassionate beings? For these were exemplified by our Rasul (peace be upon him), especially more so during the opening of Makkah. Absolutely no vengeance, no malice. Only gentleness and forgiveness...

And are we prepared to forgo and boycott (as strongly suggested by Brother Idris Tawfiq) certain quarters whose sales of products contribute to (if not in its entirety then maybe some) the destruction, massacre, torture and misery of our fellow men, women and children in other parts of the world including Palestine?

So think!

The road towards peace..victory...is only ONE..

My mind is wandering..back in time. Around this time last year, I was in Roscoe Hall, the University of Manchester, listening to a talk..by Brother Idris Tawfiq; entitled “From the Vatican to Al Azhar”.

This scribbling was what I managed to gather from my listening. And which I circulated amongst my friends in my maling list (did not have the luxury of spending time building my own blog back then..) And so, I would like to share it here with you too!

So here it is…

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Brother Idris Tawfiq opened his delivery with this, “How funny? A long time ago, I was the one sitting there in your place and listening to a lecture. And now, I am standing here in front of you, steadfast youths, eager to learn about Islam. And now, I am about to give you a lecture! Alhamdulillah!”

”I want people to know that Islam is a beautiful religion; pure and natural. A religion of peace, not a religion of war and terror and has got nothing to do with terrorists. Its sweetness and gentle message that was what has touched my heart very deeply. And it will continue to touch other people’s hearts every day. And as Muslims, we should always allow its gentleness and its deeper meanings to touch everybody’s heart and whomsoever that we meet. And that was the reason why I wrote the book, Gardens of Delight. To give a very basic understanding of Islam to a person coming from a western background.

There is an old English saying, “All roads lead to Rome” After reverting to Islam, I have this to say, “All roads lead to Allah!”

As Muslims too, we have nothing to hide and we have nothing to fear. Even though there were times when certain quarters had succeeded in blowing up a helpless old man bound in a wheelchair from up a helicopter. I have nothing to fear. And you have nothing to fear, my brothers and sisters. Because? We believe that Allah is the Most Powerful. Remember that Allah is always in control! Not men! Not the enemies of Islam. And if there are people who have bad intentions against me out here amongst you, then may you sit and listen first? Who knows? Allah might open up your hearts and let you see things that previously you do not and may not be able to see!

I have no regrets nor do I have any intentions of speaking ill of other faiths. More so of the people who shaped me. I am very indebted to the Vatican for the training that I have received during my seminary. How can I forsake them? After all, they were part of me! Part of my life before. They were good to me....

And a Muslim should never feel threatened by goodness. Respect goodness when you see it or receive it! And speak graciously of the people whom you love. And pray so that Allah’s guidance will reach their hearts eventually.

I was not happy with what I was doing. It's not that I was not doing my job well. In fact I was loved by the people and community who came to hear my sermons at the place where I was. .I just had to follow my heart. AND little did I know that Allah has already made plans for me!”

Let me share with you how Allah works things through your heart.

I was poor, but I wanted to get away. I decided to go for a holiday. Wandered around at the travel agencies. I saw adverts and the only holiday I could afford to go to was to Egypt. Stayed in a place which I did not like (gambling, casinos). Then, the next day, I decided to take the next bus to Cairo…AND that was the most extraordinary thing and the most extraordinary week of my life!

I have never met Muslims before in my life…but there…I met Muslims….not violent…not aggressive…but very sweet and gentle people AND very religious. Everywhere I go, I would hear…Assalamualaikum… which when I asked for the translation means…may peace be upon you…and words like Insya Allah, Alhamdulillah… .these marvellous people have religion constantly on their lips and at a drop of a pin….We British people…we do not talk and do not like to talk about religion with any man on the street.

What impressed me most was when I was at a restaurant, having a drink…there was a call for prayer…everybody left for the mosque…leaving me…a perfect stranger…a foreigner….they were entrusting me with a place that was what was supposedly their own possession…their own belonging…

After that, every morning, I used to wake up before sunrise and sit near the window…just to listen for this call for prayer…from one distant mosque to another….I would listen until tears come streaking down my cheeks…All in praise of this Allah….I was fascinated and I DID go into a mosque…but all I could see were simple things…except for the wall-to-wall carpet and intricate tile works on the pillars…. that was it….AND the rows upon rows of people worshiping this ONE GOD, Allah….

A week after that, I returned to London. I was jobless so I had to find something…I became a teacher at a state school and I had to teach about all religions…and one of them is Islam.

I had to learn…I got a book to read about Islam in order to teach it…The more I learnt, the more I liked the things that I taught. When I speak about Muhammad, tears would well up my eyes…I don’t know why…

I was teaching an inner city London school…many Muslim boys…naughty boys…but I know they are good inside, in their hearts…because this boys…they don’t and never swear like the other children...

Ramadhan came and the boys wanted a place to do their solat. And of all the people in the school, the boys approached me…Why? Because my office or room was the only one that was carpeted.

Didn’t I tell you that Allah has made HIS plans? Why is it that, of all the teachers’ rooms in the school, mine was the only room that was carpeted? I cannot answer. But anyway, the headmaster warned me jokingly to say that I had better keep an eye on the boys because who knows what they are up to…they might steal the carpet, he laughingly added…..

Actually when the boys asked my permission to use my room for prayers…I decided to join them in their fast…So….there I sat, marking my books…days went on…Until I ask myself…What were these boys doing?

While I sat there day in and day out…fascinated with these boys, I also prayed with them. During dusk, when they would break their fast, I would too…when they would sit reading their Holy Book…have sweets, fruits, praying through the nights….. and then the night of Lailatul Qadr (I did not know realize what it was then)…I was touched when I saw this beautiful light coming in through the windows…it was so beautiful…didn’t know what it was….or its significance…

I went to Regent’s Park Mosque, London. Listened to what was being said and I liked what was being said.

Finally, I talked to Brother Yusof Islam and asked him, “Could you tell me what you would have to do to be a Muslim?”

To which he answered very simply, “Believe! Believe in ONE god and in Muhammad, HIS messenger.”

“Then?” I asked again.

“Pray five times a day.”

“I know how to do that. In fact I know how to do the prayers and what to recite…I learnt after a week in Egypt!”

“Fast during the month of Ramadhan!”

“I did fast in the last month of Ramadhan with the boys at my school!”

Then Yusof Islam turned to me and said, “Brother! Whom are you trying to fool?”

And then the call for prayer came. I sat there and cried and cried and cried. Everything that he had said has touched my heart very deeply.

Not long after prayers, Yusof Islam asked me,”Repeat after me…La ila ha illallah..," which I did and followed right through the kalimah syahadah…

And then everybody in the mosque embraced me. I have never felt so happy in my life. There was a certain peacefulness in my heart…

I have lived in Cairo since then, writing every Friday on IslamOnline.net,” his voice trailling away...

There was stillness in the air. Not even the sound of a drop of a pin in the hall. Then the silence broke. Someone blew his/her nose with a piece of tissue. Little did I realize that tears were streaming down my cheeks too. Tried to brush them away with the tips of my fingers as fast as I could.....

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What are we waiting for? How long more and what else is there for us to think?

As clear as crystal….the only road towards peace… is the road to Allah…just like the serenity of greenery and foliage…the tranquility and stillness of night where the full moon shines…lending its silvery touch..

Choose Islam..the way towards peace, harmony…..victory…as promised by Allah in this world as well as in the hereafter…

The power of doing good and kind words...

“Good morning! You’re early!” F greeted me from the reception desk.

“Good morning to you too!” I said, rubbing the soles of my shoes on the doormat of the main lobby while my eyes caught a glimpse of the entrance leading into the building from the glass door.

“Freezin’ out there, ain’t it?” said F again, looking up from her scribbling.

“As usual but I’ve got these!” said I, smiling and nodding my head, waving the pair of gloves which I had just removed from the tips of my fingers.

Across the entrance hung something which caught my attention. And so gingerly, I paced my steps across the shiny floor.

“Princess Diana?” I said, reading the picture on the wall.

“She was a good soul, wasn’t she?” F’s voice came from across the hall.

I turned my head and nodded towards her smiling face. Then, I picked up my heels and headed for the stairs. At the top landing, my fingers punched the security codes at the door and then entered my work place.

I had wanted to see the new place where the Nightingale Centre would be. And so, right after work at midday, I walked further down the road to catch the bus to Wythenshawe, resting at a bench, cosy with greenery lined with lavenders bushes at the centre court. My eyes gazed at huge billboards across the road, announcing the arrival of luxury apartments and buildings soon to replace the old premises (i.e. the Nightingale Centre and its grounds). My heart drooped a bit and I was feeling a little melancholic…

Why was it that Lady Diana was so revered by so many people. Even when she is no longer here with us?

These were my questions which were only answered after attending a talk by Brother Idris Tawfiq who came all the way from Eqypt (where he resides now even though England used to be his home) to share his experience after reverting to Islam. He came to render his talk during 'Understanding Islam', a week long programme organized by students of the Islamic Society of the University of Manchester.

Brother Idris was a specially trained Catholic priest with the Vatican. He was one of the priests (at that time, he had no idea what Islam was) who recited the last rites during the princess's funeral. From his delivery, I could now appreciate the fact that Diana symbolized goodness, sincerity as her hands were always reaching out touching other peoples’ souls. No wonder, the mountains of fragrant wreaths laid at her Kensington grounds and the Buckingham Palace. Not forgetting the bucketful of tears shed and the sea of people during her burial ceremony, who braved the streets of London as her casket passed by.

In this world right now that is ever full of malice, treachery and selfishness, people still want to be associated with purity and goodwill. And so the princess became the symbol that the people of Britain had been looking for. And so, the people connected…they still do..even now, when she’s gone forever...

So! The lesson here is…people appreciate goodness, caring words and soft gentle touch. To touch other people’s hearts and make them change for the better, we need to do just that…to do goodness..

The old, the new and time for change...

Was feeling a bit bored on one of the weekends during my 9 months sabbatical stint last year. Work was hectic at the Nightingale Centre, Nell Lane near the small town of Withington, Greater Manchester. Running to catch the bus in the freezing temperature very early every morning on a working day has distracted me. So, weekends are quite a lull…

My son has gone home to be with his beloved dad and his sister (+family), leaving me behind. To be on my own...

Not that I was not used to being alone. I didn’t even get to see my son as often as I had anticipated. Both of us were occupied. I was attached to ISBE (Imaging Science and Biomedical Engineering) University of Manchester further down south, while he was busy (and still is) with his studies at UMIST (even though UMIST has ceased to exist and both the universities have conjoined to become one). We each had our own abode too. He was at Old Trafford while I chose to stay at Rusholme, home of the “Curry Mile”, heaven for halal food. We would meet only about once a week. At a halfway point along Oxford Road where the university refectory was or at one of those halal eateries dotting the very busy main road.

It was just one of those days…Felt like going on a little adventure on the outskirts of the city.

The next moment, I was on a bus heading towards Ashton-under-Lyne, the eastern part of Greater Manchester. Was on the upper deck when this view caught my eye.

“Interesting!” Click! Went the sound from my little faithful companion which I have always kept close by, just as the bus driver turned a corner.

What was so interesting? Notice the year written on the plaque? Yes! 1890, sculptured on the wall of the row of shop houses which still exists. And the satellite dish? Indeed! One is old while the other is new.

Someone once posed me this question, “The earth evolves, times change, we grow old and change too. But there is one thing that never changes. You know what that is?”

“I am afraid not? If you would be kind enough to tell me?” I asked.

“Well! Change! Change itself. Because that has been its feat for as long as it ever existed!”

“I don’t quite understand!” I said.

My ears perceived this reply, “Do you know why the dinosaurs have become extinct? I was asked this question by my professor. I hadn’t a clue. It was because those creatures refused to change. To acclimatise and adapt themselves to new surroundings. The same thing goes for us, if we refuse to do the same thing. So, change we must. If we want to continue to exist.”

I was silent, mincing the words that tumbled out from those lips.

Allah says in the Quran (Ar-Ra’d: verse 11) ".. Lo! Allah changeth not the condition of a folk until they (first) change that which is in their hearts.”

Even established institutions like UMIST (at one moment in time, the leader in pioneering scientific discoveries) and the University of Manchester have both become one to sustain their existence and glory.

Do we want to be like the dinosaurs or for that matter, the words on the plaque? To be mere imprints, monuments or shadows of the past? True! Those are cherished memories but to be of further use, we must adapt. We must make new moves. We must cater for new things, to allow new products to be hinged on to us, that may be of benefit to render and prolong the relevance of our existence. The power to bring about change is in our hands..

And the time for change is NOW!

Jihad from the eyes of our tiny but spritely spirited…

The apple of both our eyes…was very fast on her feet. Weaving her way in and out, between shoplots and along the corridor at a shopping mall last Sunday morning.

Pity her Grandad (whom she affectionately calls ‘Tok Wan’), who had to scamper here and there, panting away… A man, past middle age while the other..an energetic two and a half year old. How can one compare? Moreover, one cannot afford to be complacent these days. Too many stories. Too many incidents. Our little ones are no longer safe on their own.

The plucky, little girl stopped in her tracks at one of the adjoining corridors and said, “Hey Don’t fight!” There was a big frown on her face, one hand was on her waist while the other, finger pointing.

In front of her, were two burly five to six year olds, jostling each other and were definitely crossing their fists. Our pint-sized Nuha Inshirah's remarks must have been effective. For they stopped whatever they were doing and moved on…Our little bombshell was still giving them ‘her looks’ albeit sideways now…

I told myself, “Masha Allah! Small but brave enough to forbid something that is not right. Her act looked so natural despite it being spontaneous!”

My beloved and I exchanged glances and we could not hold back our chuckles.

Well! Isn’t it the duty of every Muslim (regardless of age and position) to forbid wrongdoings? In fact, it is a component of jihad.

Think! What are the things that we can do to make jihad as being part of our ritual in daily life?

Jihad should be seen as something very vast. An act of virtue that is not confined to only being involved with warfare. We are constantly being asked to fight against ill desire, not to succumb to the persuasions of the shaitan that comes to sway us from His path, in all shapes and forms. We are told to strive to give our utmost and strength to be near to Allah. To do whatever that He has asked us to do. To leave and put aside the things that He has stated as forbidden. To uphold the truth and fight for the sake of curbing and preventing falsehood.

The prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) says, “The greatest Jihad to God is a word of truth before an unjust ruler.” [HR Ahmad].

If only dakwah could be just as simple....

…guiding others to acquire the taste...

It was only about three weeks ago that I had lunch with Dr. Kay, a colleague of mine in the same research area, a staunch Buddhist and one of such pleasant character.

“What is that?” she asked, her own plateful of rice in her hand.

“What’s what?” I answered with another question.

“That thing, you are putting in your plate!”

“Oh! This is really nice…you want to try some?” I offered her as we sat in front of the big TV set at the eatery. At the far end was the sound of gurgling water falling into a pool. The air was cool.

“Oh no! I don’t think so!” said Kay looking at me from the corner of her eyes.

“Have you ever tasted it before?” I asked, folding back the long sleeve of my right dress, ready to delve into my plate.

“No!” was her short answer.

“Then, I think you should! Just a tiny weeny bit! Here!” I said, shoving a little portion on to the side of her plate.

Kay took a whiff at the mushy reddish stuff and spooned some from the tip of the spoon in her hand, into her mouth.

“That is some taste!” said Kay, her forehead holding back a wrinkle.

“Maybe you will learn to like it!” I said. Kay’s eyebrows raised. Then she was silent.

Last week, there was a bit more of the stuff on Kay’s plate. I did not say anything.

And yesterday’s lunch was most profound.

“What is this?” Kay said, her fingers pointing to some leafy greens on the spread in front of us.

“That is ulam raja,” I answered.

“And this?” Kay asked again, this time pointing to another variety of the greens.

“We call that daun selom and they all go well with that!” I nodded my head to her plate.

Kay pursed her lips. Already on her plate, was a moundful of the mushy concoction.

As we tucked into our meal, Kay said, “This tastes better and better each day! I forgot to ask you. What do you call this?” her eyes were bright and dancing.

“It is what we call sambal tempoyak! Sour, fermented flesh of the king of fruits. Famous in Perak, my home state. And it is my family’s favourite side dish!” my eyes were smiling as I answered Kay’s question.

“Whatever this is, it is just so divine!” said Kay, her eyes twinkling, the food on her plate fast diminishing...

If only we can encourage others to savour and taste the beauty of Islam, just like acquiring the divine taste of tempoyak…..little by little until you eventually feel comfortable, to the point like you never had enough of it….