I like that phrase - hikmatun baalighatun, current favourite. From Al Qamar 54:5
Isn't it deep? It's not a phrase that you can just read in passing.
It's a phrase that makes you stop for a bit to ponder, what is 'mature wisdom'. What does it take for a wisdom to be matured? Is it wisdom and advise that cannot be refuted? Because God knows all - and the Messengers of God, delivered these advice to the people - these hikmatun balighatun.
Nothing can be more wise than the advice and wisdom delivered to us from the Messengers of Allaah. And especially with Rasulullaah SAW - the last messenger of Allaah, through which Allaah has perfected the religion. (5:3) There is nothing more to add, nothing more good than the already given.
We find some studied or scientific evidences now, for those simple and what was thought to be trivial advice from Rasulullaah SAW - they turn out to be of subtle but important health benefits to man. E.g. sit when drinking, and do not lie on your stomach,. The commands to fast, and to pray 5 times a day, these also turned out to be of more benefit to the doer, than for whom it is done for (i.e. for Allaah SWT). The benefits are in the form of physical, mental and emotional health. And the spritual health is a sum of the mental and emotional health.
Allaah loves us and whatever Allaah commands, is only for our own good,
... and if we disobey them, it's not Allaah who needs them, for He is Ghaniyyun Hamid - free of all wants, worthy of all praise. (31:12)
Madame Blossom's Book of Poems
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Monday, June 05, 2017
Arrival - the movie.
I like the movie – Arrival. It was deep – or in the words of Leen – it was deep purple.
The two main ideas relating to the story are :
1. How language also shapes our mind in comprehending our lives based on the language learned. Yes, a language can mold how we perceive life. Certain language can make us a more detailed person. Or another language, or modernized language may be more simple, and makes us think in more simplistic ways. So that’s the idea.
2. How, even knowing your whole life may not change what you will do - (or as a Muslim, we believe it does not change, because basically your whole life is already written – which is also proven scientifically in the idea that our whole life is like a block of ice – or a role of film – and we are going through our everyday, fulfilling it – but this idea is a deeper subject, for another time, if I ever get to it, insyaaAllaah).
So in any case – this movie is quite a masterpiece to me – how the whole idea was weaved into the movie and presented. You’d have to pay attention, to know what on earth is going on. The ending was subtle, and very touching to me – I cried, glued to my seat for the next few minutes, engulfed in the idea of it all.
If you are into science fiction, mind boggling movies and love language – this movie is for you.
The two main ideas relating to the story are :
1. How language also shapes our mind in comprehending our lives based on the language learned. Yes, a language can mold how we perceive life. Certain language can make us a more detailed person. Or another language, or modernized language may be more simple, and makes us think in more simplistic ways. So that’s the idea.
2. How, even knowing your whole life may not change what you will do - (or as a Muslim, we believe it does not change, because basically your whole life is already written – which is also proven scientifically in the idea that our whole life is like a block of ice – or a role of film – and we are going through our everyday, fulfilling it – but this idea is a deeper subject, for another time, if I ever get to it, insyaaAllaah).
So in any case – this movie is quite a masterpiece to me – how the whole idea was weaved into the movie and presented. You’d have to pay attention, to know what on earth is going on. The ending was subtle, and very touching to me – I cried, glued to my seat for the next few minutes, engulfed in the idea of it all.
If you are into science fiction, mind boggling movies and love language – this movie is for you.
Sunday, June 04, 2017
Images from childhood memories - The house in Potong Pasir.
There are some memories in my head, from childhood times, that I still remember vividly. Although I am not sure how old I was when I experienced them.
This one is, I guess, when I was between 2-4 years old perhaps. My late grandma would sometimes take me to her relative's house in Potong Pasir. I remember that house is a raised kampung house, with stairs and all around the house is white sand... lots of sand. It is also near to a small graveyard. It was quite big house - well at least to me, at that time.
I remember crying the first few times we went to the house. The owner of the house was a lady about my grandma's age. When we enter the front door, we'd see a few doors to the bedrooms. I remember vividly how one of the bedroom doors was opened, and I could see a couple in bed - the lady "berkemban", and the man shirtless. Both of them were sitting up in bed, and they'd look at me and smile. I think it was at that point that I started to cry.
Then I remember at the same house, maybe many years later, there was a wedding. And we stayed overnight, or late into the night. I remember walking to the back of the house and saw that the whole family were playing Lotto, some sitting on the stairs to the kitchen door and some family members under the wedding tent attached to the house.
This one is, I guess, when I was between 2-4 years old perhaps. My late grandma would sometimes take me to her relative's house in Potong Pasir. I remember that house is a raised kampung house, with stairs and all around the house is white sand... lots of sand. It is also near to a small graveyard. It was quite big house - well at least to me, at that time.
I remember crying the first few times we went to the house. The owner of the house was a lady about my grandma's age. When we enter the front door, we'd see a few doors to the bedrooms. I remember vividly how one of the bedroom doors was opened, and I could see a couple in bed - the lady "berkemban", and the man shirtless. Both of them were sitting up in bed, and they'd look at me and smile. I think it was at that point that I started to cry.
Then I remember at the same house, maybe many years later, there was a wedding. And we stayed overnight, or late into the night. I remember walking to the back of the house and saw that the whole family were playing Lotto, some sitting on the stairs to the kitchen door and some family members under the wedding tent attached to the house.
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