I was sitting in between the two most important men in my life just now at Tupai-Tupai restaurant. Bapak and Mum came but they decided to stay at Impiana in KL itself so we went to meet them for dinner. My father being the politics junkie sat on my right and the husband, an academician in training sat on my left. Both had differing views on the issues in Gaza.
Bapak viewed it as Hamas’ and Fattah’s fault. Their ‘stupidity’ in fighting each other instead of uniting against Israel, in his opinion caused the current state. And that it is not a religious war per say but a political one– and the fault lies in the entire Arab world which has never been united in the first place. The husband on the other hand was vehement that Israel has crossed the line of any international laws for humanitarian concerns/resolutions. So Israel is at fault here.
Both had a point but I was reminded on last Friday’s prayer sermon the husband attended in his campus. I don’t go to Friday prayers but the Friday sermons at his campus are very interesting and not read from text kind of sermons so he often takes down notes and relayed them to me later. Last Friday was of course about Gaza and I was told that the imam spoke about how Allah has made it possible for the Israel soldiers to get this far with Palestine. What is the issue here? Is it about Muslims not able to fight back? Or is it because the Muslims are too far away from Islam to really know what it is to be a Muslim.
Of course, while Palestine is bleeding, the Muslims the world over have their own concerns. The Arab tai-tais are thinking of their next Armani, the Arab sheiks are waiting to sign the next ‘ali baba’ contracts, while the ones here are busy attending to their sex parties and to have or not to have hudud law and I, for one am too busy eye-ing for that LX3. I know.. pathetic.
I can’t say for others but for sure, I myself sometimes forget to go back to the core teachings of Islam. The essence… not just the ritual. Both go hand in hand but if we simply concentrate on one aspect and forget the other, it won’t do. Hence I am on the side of whatever was reminded to me via the Friday sermon. That we forget to go back to the root of faith. Of what the faith teaches and entails. Of what the faith requires us to do as an individual and as a community. We forget all that and now, Palestine especially, is paying the price of it. Because didn’t the Prophet peace be upon him once said that ‘ The ummah is like one body. If one part of it is injured, the whole body feels the pain’.
With the invasion that happened yesterday, I didn’t know what to feel. What am I supposed to feel, really? Yes, I see the gory front page pictures on the papers, I received forwarded petitions and smses and the calls to boycott all Israeli products. Am I entitled to feel anything? — when I know at the end of the day, after maybe making a prayer or two for them or not buying any products supposedly donating to Israeli’s course, I retire to my own comfortable bed after a nice hearty meal in the comforts of my cosy home, while the people in Gaza are dropping like flies.
Somehow after today, I realised that the best thing I can do for the Gazans now, is to look into myself, revisit the essence of the faith and see how I fair as a believer first. I have to become a better Muslim first to be part of a better ummah. It is cliche but change start from within and if more can channel the energy used to be angry at Israel into internalisation, one day, we could be united kot?
I have the tendency to be utopic and I just had my self reflective moment, hence this entry. And I am rambling too because my head is full of news junk about Gaza.