ke-sidang burung-an

si*dang bu*rung was a theatric (i don’t think you can find this term in the dict) performance, an attempt to adapt for Fariduddin Attar’s Conference of the Birds. in malay, directed by sa-ni hus-sin and playwright by is-a kam-ari.

everytime i went to the library, i will come across a version of Attar’s translated Conference of the birds but i have never took the effort to even read it and now i wish i had! because only then would i know where the flaws would be. not that i’m coming to a theatre to rant out comments. but then i would be more critical and not blindly accepting the whole performance….

…because even a person like me, amateur to the arts line, could sense that the actors and actresses of the play might not even understand what they are reciting~ but i’m sure they have done their research. and kesidang burungan, being an originally a sufistic literature, is spiritualistic and mystic, i believe it’s a poem of love to the Lord.
and Attar, being a sufi, must have gone through many stages to obtain even an idea, a slight image of Him. and i’m afraid the actors and actresses don’t really get that. they’re just, well, acting. there’s only one actor whom i think understand the spiritualistic process of Attar’s.

kesidang burungan quite briefly:
a hoopoe bird aka hudhud desires to search for the king of kings known as Simurgh all the way from across the lands, seas and mountains. and he urged other kinds of birds, like the merak, the parrot, merbuk, even a duck and rooster, bat and a rajawali, and many others, i suppose to follow him on this quest. but all these birds had their own reasons but it turned out they all followed him through highs and lows.

now they have reached the gates of a Qaf mountain, believed to be the abode of Simurgh. out of millions who have followed them all the way, many have failed and left only thirty of the birds who have strived on. the gatekeeper of the abode welcomed them. the birds asked to see Simurgh. however, the answer given by the gatekeeper was simurgh refers to themselves. for simurgh means 30 in persian. and they are only searching for themselves.

well you know what? i’m going to look for Attar’s Conference of the Birds and read!

anyway, i hate the costumes worn by the actors/resses. i don’t think the expressions given by them suits the lines. and i almost thought a Hindu song was played! but it turned out to be a Persian song named Simurgh. (that’s only because i ASKED THE DIRECTOR, read: sa-ni hus-sin)

however, i think kesidang burungan is a huge good step in the Malay arts. a performance which wanted to bring meaning. i’m sure the play didn’t start out to be portrayed as Islamic. and people might get confused. but i guess it will somehow open up people’s minds, especially the mainstream people, the play is not too difficult to understand if you do away with the details and the original work of Attar. the physical movement, the little humours, the brief songs and musics, it will be stamped to the mainstream’s minds, and tell them: Look! there is this sufistic islamic artwork known as the Conference of the birds, full of meaning and wise teachings, which you can apply to your life, read it and realise it. your love is for God.

well, i can say, i enjoyed ke-sidang burung-an and it has opened up my mind and create a critical channel in my thinking system. we definitely should have more of this genre in the arts scene.

murabbi

the ignorant me have always thought teaching is…well, teaching. you have a book to teach, read to class, explain here and there, give them students homework and grade it..after which they will go through exams and if they study, they’ll get good grades and move on.

but that’s on the superficial level of teaching. after a year and a few months teaching, i have realised how so much more teaching is. and note: i’m not even a full-time teacher, like say, Mary and kak Dewi. but i’m sure they will agree with me on this.

i have taken up this teaching at a mosque madrasah rather impromptu. i really wasn’t planning to teach when i graduated. but after relieving a number of times, i somehow got stuck with it. haha.

and you know how the world sometimes conspires to let us achieve a dream. it was not my dream but somehow it is, because circumstances paved that way. i got a temp job at youth education unit, and then the accidental relief jobs i took up, and meeting with people who have the passion and the talent to teach. i’m inspired alright. and with the exposure and some reading i did in due course, i realise teaching is a whole system that revolves the world. you’re nowhere without knowledge they say, now who’s to get that knowledge if no one’s teaching?!

just as the Prophet seeking knowledge and receiving them direct from the Lord, who by the way, goes by the name Rabb. it means a lot of things: teach, nurture, educate. and for me, i have been searching myself. teaching, i believe, regardless of what subject, is almost holy. and to teach, means to make MYSELF better, because i’m not just any working person, but i’m a teacher. a trainer nonetheless, as how i would prefer to be known informally. still. the mechanisms of teaching starts from myself.

and the Lord, being a Nurturer Himself, has paved the way. well, for one thing i have a personal mentor who’s helped along the way. but i had the fortune to attend a closed session with one of the Muslim world’s experienced and knowledgeable Muslim educationist. Dr Dawood Al-Hidabi.

if i could summarise the whole discussion, it would be The Heart. teaching is from the heart. and there’s the spiritual element to that.

how does teaching comes from the heart? well, IKHLAS is one. and two, the realisation that trasmitting knowledge is, to develop them intellectually, and utter ‘shaping’ of the whole being of the students. is not easy, man. i’ve always known that in order to teach, there must be something in me which is almost perfect. of course being mere human = imperfection, but if we’re on that strive, we’re almost there. and thus, Dr Dawood has given a list of what being a teacher means:

-> a murabbi = shaping personalities. also meaning, the teacher as a good example.
-> a counsellor = competent in giving advices and lending a shoulder, as well as, a helping hand
-> a researcher = aware of what’s going on in the surrounding
-> a leader = an agent of change

these, i should cultivate within myself.

I had 4 pages of my journal filled with notes from the discussion but there’s only 4 things which young trainers/teachers need to remember. while teaching is not just about syllabus and knowledge, it’s also building meaningful relationships with the students. only with this relationship will knowledge be truly transmitted through example.

1. Admire – there may be something which is truly unique to the teacher that allows the students to admire her/him
2. Trust – when there’s a level of trust built, knowing that there’s someone a student could turn to without risking being embarrassed. and i guess a sense of respect towards the students’ needs
3. Love – after much time, love can be developed
4. Obedience – and this is when whatever the teacher says or taught, there won’t be much trouble for the students to listen to us, because of the trust and love, they know we, the trainers/teachers are here for them.

and since then i’ve been having this 4 things in mind, almost like a mantra for me to teach. i’d be building up the 4 ‘hearts’ to motivate myself.

and one more thing, which, also pretty much sums up of being a teacher.
companionship.

so help me Lord.

in writing mode

heh, this is a bit too late, well, they say better late than never!

informing all that the very first edition of aL.I.V.E. E-News bulletin is out online!
http://alive.sg/alive-news.html

out of cuzzie suli’s hardwork and myself managed to contribute one simple article.

speaking of which, i have to send in one creative writing for pemikir islam. and and maybe come up with one article for next month’s e-news.

i can do this.

raya 2.8

after years of years having to travel and waste more hours on buses and mrts on our first day of rayas, alhamdulillah, this year we were able to have some comfort travelling and really, you’d be amazed how small singapore is, just because the journey took much less time in driving!! we could go from woodlands to bedok and back north to yishun, in less than two hours~ sorilah ye like jakun talking about the distances hehe.

but what’s most important is that i drove my family well and safe. of course i won’t deny some minor glitches like missing the exit at expressways, and the 2-3 times i had to emergency brake at traffic lights. but so far so good la right! even though had to fork out more money this raya spent on renting the car but well, it’s a good feeling able to drive my family around. :)) it truly is a nice feeling. and everytime our car passed another raya-ing car, my family would be waving and mouthed ‘selamat hari raya’ to the other family. some would wave back some are like blurrr. aper dah~

and the kamir family wishes everyone good days ahead! Taqabbalallahu minnaa wa minkum~


ramadhan meets syawal

alhamdulillah. syawal meets us again. thank You Lord for all the goodness You bestowed on me and family. thank You Lord for this chance to meet syawal with much rezki…

so people, i’m having a short breather here after the errands i did through and through the whole day! half day at work, which quite honestly, i didn’t do much except emailing e-cards to acquaintances, yes it’s part of the job, haha.

went to ikea to buy the boys’ carpet for their room and some other items. and collect this and that, and sent this and that, in the heavy rain nonetheless. and did some cleaning up of this room which, what seemed neverending is now complete. i feel i love my room more now, hehe. truly.

and in about awhile, will be helping Mam for her Sambal Goreng Pengantin with Mom’s touch~ that’s going to be the only dish we’re cooking for Raya. the rendangs and the ayam masak merah and the lontong whatnots, we ordered from my mother’s friend. and the kuih-kuih raya bought at geylang, foohh, everything ‘instant’.

all things nice in good hands…

and my wish Eid Mubarak for all my friends- esp the Girls with the many monikers (chantique, tf clan, mizaum, armouredpetals),
alma’arif friends, schoolmates all the way from 6 years old, like mahir and dayah and dyan,
assiiumers tak kiralah batch manapun esp the xcos and special mention for my halimah junior babes ;),
IIU-mates international esp Tawfique Mubarak who never fails to wish on birthdays or eids, and malaysians like best roomie Anna (i miss you!!), mrc gals, and those like amir and hairul and abg helmy for the occassional hi-s and hello-s.
colleagues from m.uis -YE and YG,
Teach (teacher and friend at the same time), Aishah of the YE Temps*,
and troopers from the new*med team,
colleagues from an*nahdhah education esp the teens trainers and the always changing youth trainers,
curriculum accomplices for hadith (assiiumers nonetheless) of assyafaah and project Y of alfalah- my fortune to have known intellectual people who’s helped and shared knowledge in so many ways esp ustaz yusri and yazid, amin and yousef, abu sufian – you guys are truly our leaders of the future,
and kenalan2 yang memang kenal dan yang tak berapa kenal ;), yang dekat mahupun yang jauh, yang tua atau muda, and acknowledging counterparts in the islamic call and mission, activists, scholars and thinkers alike–> salam aidil fitri maaf zahir batin.

and with this list of people, i hope i didn’t leave anyone out, but truly, all of you are in my thoughts on this beatiful day…

….and because my ericko-san blacked out on me, i have lost 100s of contact numbers, i’ve been receiving raya messages all day long, without knowing who the senders were, except for a few numbers which i recognised, thus! the *academy award* list of ‘thankyous’….

and generally, wishing all Muslims:


on gear 1…no, not about f1

in approximately 13 hours or more, i’ll be going off to collect the car we’re renting for the week!! i so can’t wait for that. it’s going to be a mazda 6 car. i’ve always had this thought of driving a mazda car, and now it’s almost a ‘wish’ come true. even for a week. (the perks of renting cars is that you have the choice to try out different car models each time you rent). the first car i tried was a nissan sunny. hmm….next model would be a…vios? avante? oh yes, a honda jazz~ sweet.

but despite all that, pray for safe journeys. and at least, i know the car will be useful the whole week. there’s still some errands, things to buy or collect, quite a number of things to be done la. now that i almost have a say as to how to decorate my room, i’m like having a whole list of items to buy! hehe. i can say my room is only half done. but i’m loving the new look and arrangement of furnitures, there seems more space to move about. for three young ladies, you can’t even imagine the STUFFS we had to throw just to create more space. from mags to shirts to papers to nitty witty bits of items, be it accessories, bags, boxes and whatnots. and i honestly need a place where i can put all my FIRST mags, which i collected since day one they first published four years ago!

and still a hundred things at the back of my mind to be completed and done. hopefully, i could squeeze in some time to do these pending things. or else, just start a new this syawal~

keep up positivity, seri. :))

living nights

the past weekend has been a mix of blessings, beautiful experience and whatnots.
first of was the Iftar with Friends of Harmony centre on Friday which was a nice experience for me. truly. iftar with people of different races and religions, sharing experiences and whats memorable for me was the conversation circle we had after iftar with what i can proudly say, my own circle of friends made up of christians, bahais and buddhists.

only in this circle, we had a bigger group for guests from the Iftar joined us and it so happened that the topic for the night was on Prayer. and when every adherents of faith present that night said a prayer, it truly touched me. i realised every faith seeks one thing: to be embraced by God’s Love. seeks for His guidance and protection, seeks for His forgiveness and blessings. and i got to meet some very inspirational and knowledgeable people, sincere at hearts and minds, almost freed of the worldly wants.

and saturday was another memorable night. Cakap Pasal Remaja was in town for ramadan! with a skit performance by our talented youth leaders, whom i am fortunate to be acquainted with, people with aim and spirit, normal people with great hearts and minds. you know i was thinking the whole night : i’m looking at these very people who are and will be our future leaders. able to be role models for the young ones. and the drama was a good one, revolving around four friends who promised to be together.

however, when they grew up, things changed. (i don’t remember the characters’ names so i’ll be using the ‘actors’ names) ahmad model-turned-playboy, amin good boy turned bad, fairus leader-turned-samseng, and only one of them who stayed true to his words, he promised to be the one to help his friends in times of need, this was played by syakir.

so the story goes, with short intervals by ust fendi as the storyteller. syakir saw the changes in his friends and tried hard to help them realised their mistakes. [Al-Qur’an hudan linnaas]–> the key takeaway of the story.
i have to say you got to be there. the young ustaz-s can act i tell you!

it was just unfortunate i was on mc minallah, or i would have loved to stay on for the qiyam and get to know with the young ones, see what’s hip and happening for them~~share one or two experiences, totally miss school life! and i thought i was going to do a cinderSeri with a Birken’s Twist, for leaving the ‘palace’ at 12 am. haha, fat hope.

and last night was well spent… iftar with the girls only we missed shasha! we had mediterranean at Zac’s Place, having our dinner *under the stars* and the meals scrumptuous, service’s good enough and there will always be things to talk about! from daily life to upin and ipin, to MBMF, to children’s psychology! but hey we went back way before curfew time ok 😉 what’s with the anti-Huzah and looking for taxi all the way down masjid sultan, with a group of guys shrieking, and i mean shrieked at the sight of a rodent (YUCKSSSSSS!!) all of these memories in the span of 4 hours.

–and the weekend had been fulfilled with blessings and love–

and with that, i have upLOADS of pics to the various virtual channels which i own~

camping campers camped


the anticipated camp of the week had passed in its full glory. insya Allah. more than 400 young people joined the RYC camp spread around the island of temasek.

i got the opportunity to ‘visit’ three of the participating mosques, alistiqamah, annahdhah and alfalah. and i was thinking, why don’t they have these camps when i was younger???! or maybe they did, maybe it was just me being an ignorant teen student who thought being a mosque youth doesn’t sound exciting, or plain too ‘alim’ and i was so wrong. well, for one thing, i was a very shy person during my school years and gatherings with unknown people doesn’t appeal to me. IIU changed that part of me.

but anyway, back to the camps. i managed to drop by al-istiqamah, just in time for their community service, which was to distribute the signature bubur masjid to the residents of nearby blocks. joining them were some Girl Guides and NPCC mates from Serangoon Garden Secondary, which i think was a brilliant move. they also had support form the Serangoon RC. which made things easier because the RC had records of their neighbours who are low-incomed and in need.

and then drove to annahdhah, which was a small group but close nevertheless, with the edu manager’s amazing experiences and sharing sessions. i thought i would be in time to deliver one short workshop, but i was late.

and a short meet with alfalah’s youth for a Qur’an Workshop.. Lord, i do not think i was the right person to deliver them. i just hope they might learn something from that one and half hour sessions.

but i have to say, the best part of the whole camp was on sunday where all the participating young muslims gathered at Assyakirin Mosque. while i was waiting outside the hall (was late and didn’t want to disturb the momentum, with the dimmed lights) i could hear ustaz sofyan’s doas and renderings of a child towards parents, as a young muslim, and most important, as His Servant. it was heartbreaking. when this reflective session, i managed to join in, and saw that ALL the young ones were teary eyed and some were still sobbing hard. bless them. hopefully the impact will last and they went back home refreshed re-lived remorsed but ready to start a better life. insya Allah.

same goes for me.

distraught detached and could just feel how much the soul needs. but what’s stopping?!

RYC Launch

it’s been a week since ryc launch last week at Sultan Mosque, and for someone who’s been in the know on ryc, it definitely looks exciting! still, it has been a whirlwind of trying to ‘put voice’ into it through online. troopers!! are you guys doing your job??!

fortunately there’s Facebook and believe, it does wonders! create a group, invite some friends and there you have it, 300 and growing number of members. Thank yous to the support given. at least, at facebook, i know people know.

this weekend, some mosques are having a Youth Camp, serentak, and it’s almost like the weekend nights are going to be alive with young people at mosques, reading the Qur’an and reciting zikir. oh my Lord, please bless these young people, for their noble efforts to bring meaning to their Ramadan.

and there are still more activities during this Ramadan. For those into multimedia and photography, visit these links;

http://ramadhanthroughyoureyes.blogspot.com
http://kunzonevidz.com

there’s still time to join the photography and video competitions!

and there’s also going to be Night of Power on the 20th September.

wahh, serious full schedule for this month!
insya Allah.

come on young people, join in the challenge!