As the deadlines to my work is no longer looming but haunting, I was in knots today, literally. I had tummy ache, headache and whatever aches one can think of. All of which, are of course– psychosomatic. I tried all means and ways to relief it ; ate chocolates, ate maggie with perhaps half a tonne of cili padi, slept, vent it out. But at long last, the one that soothed me the most when I gave up doing all those was when I picked up the YaSin booklet instead and read it. With salawat and other short verses. And what do you know, I am calm now. Dang! I should have done that first before all of the ( calorie inducing ) former. Like Forest Gump said, ” Stupis is as Stupid does.”–mine was sheer goblok-ness.
I think I give myself some time here before I start work again all the way till morning.
Over the Raya holidays, we were channel surfing on tv when we chanced upon the movie KingdomOfHeaven just about to start. That movie starring the hawt Orlando Bloom. The story of the Crusaders and the great Muslim warrior, Salahuddin Ayubi, who earned the respect of many, many western leaders and his enemies during his time.
Which brought me to some thoughts. Like the Crusades or holy wars by the Crusaders were tremendously glorified at that time and they were never ever called the “Christian Terrorists” although, historically they failed to upkeep the war ethics of protecting the rights of the civilians. But now, their descendants are quick to campaign ‘Muslim terrorists” ” Hindu Terrorists” and all other labels befitting of those past actions, in all holier than thou/double standard manners, no less.
That the true warrior has absolute chivalry. And warriors without it are just simply hooligans, actually. And that a ‘one on one’ fight in the battlefield has more honor than a group of men in uniforms sitting in an air-conditioned room pressing a button which wiped out two whole Japanese cities and a series of others, not leaving any women, children, the sick and the aged in mercy. That’s not war but cowardice, I feel. And also, a true warrior shows valiant in the face of danger but utmost compassion for the innocent civilians, which was depicted historically by Salahuddin Ayubi. And lastly, the European women of that time were in full hijabs just like the Muslims but now, they scream ‘Oppression!’ to the dressings which their own fore(mothers) wore. Like, how inconsistent can they be lah? Or they have principles likened to the lalang? Sway here and there and everywhere instead of standing upright and sturdy?
The last realization is that, Muslim kids these days I feel, are not exposed to the great personalities of Muslims in the past for them to emulate. Probably their own parents don’t even know about them, themselves. I feel it is a real pity. Because if they do know and use them as the role models in character and intellectual capabilities, we won’t have the social problems amongst the Muslims in dire state as it is now.
I did an acid test on that actually. I asked my students who knows Tariq Zyad? No hand up. Salahuddin Ayubi? No hand up. Khawarizmi? No hand up. Ibnu Sinna? One hand up. Mr Bean? All hands up. George Bush? All hands up. One boy even had BOTH his hands up in excitement to let me know that he ‘knows’ that loony ex-American President.
I think I should purchase the Kingdom of Heaven dvd, no? I hope it will bring about the same impact upon my students just like how I let them watch the movie Laskar Pelangi and watched them cry watching it.