To ban or not?

Recently there had been some issues involving the defamed Global Ikhwan group of companies, named after the former group Al-Arqam. The issue surfaced after some of its members were arrested suspected on trying to revive the entity into its former state,which were already being banned by the Malaysian Government on 21 October 1994. Founded by Ashaari Mohamed, who had claimed himself to possessed supernatural power from God, he began the movement in the early 70's by a small halaqah at KL and since then, had been expanding his influence all over the country. Ashaari was addressed as Syeikh Abuya in the later years, self-proclaiming himself as the descendant of prophet Muhammad through the Bani Tamin tribe. So what's all the ruckus about?

• Global Ikhwan runs business all over the world, stretching far from Europe to Indonesia. 
• Its activities includes retail outlets such as mini markets, groceries, book shops, etc
• They claimed that they practiced businesses according to the Islamic principles, free from riba and frauds. 
• Its assets amounted to millions of ringgit. They even operated in the field of agriculture and advanced technology
• It was alleged that all the profits were channeled to the benefit of Abuya's wife, Khadijah, who is currently residing in a palace with her forty children at Saudi Arabia.
• Apparently, the fortunes were said to be the foundation of its attempted revival, sponsoring groups such as the Ikhwan Polygamy club and the Obedient Wives Club.
• They tried to penetrate into the government's political system, and garnered sympathy from the establishment. Abuya saw himself as the caliph of the region, he had vision of paving his own way in carving his own political agenda.
• Simply said, Al arqam is in the wrong path, and intended to spread its wrong aqidah to everyone.
•  One of its tributaries runs business here in Mansoura, Egypt. It's a small restaurant delivering malay delicacies to students, offering them breakfast and lunch.
• The owner and his workers were pious men, care of their customers would be their top priority. They are also honest and often give reduced price in certain times.
• It used to be fully occupied during lunch hours, but now it's vacant, students started to boycott its product.
• Is it true, by boycotting we would have stunted its economic income, blocking it from its agenda, and glorify Islam? Even when it's economy leans more towards a capitalist approach rather than Islamic.
• Are there any confirmed rules in the Quran and Hadith stating that we should boycott products in this kind of circumstances?
• If we were to boycott this group, then why are we still supporting products such as Coca-cola and Mcdonalds, or Facebook even? companies which we were told having correlations with Israel and its allies in killing millions of Palestinians.
• It's wiser to think that it would be better to boycott the kafir's way of thinking and its system, rather than boycotting its products which would have no ending resolution.

“Katakanlah: “Siapakah yang mengharamkan perhiasan dari Allah yang telah dikeluarkan-Nya untuk hamba-hamba-Nya dan (siapa pulakah yang mengharamkan) rezki yang baik?” Katakanlah: “Semuanya itu (disediakan) bagi orang-orang yang beriman dalam kehidupan dunia, khusus (untuk mereka saja) di hari kiamat .” Demikianlah Kami menjelaskan ayat-ayat itu bagi orang-orang yang mengetahui.” (QS. Al A’raaf: 32)

First day of school

It was on March 2002 when i entered the prestigious secondary school Victoria Institution, a school which i was stunned to look at recognizing its beauty, the British-like architecture with the glorious clock tower, the vast sports field which would envy every other school in the district, the trees and flowers lining the school protecting students from the blistering sunrays of KL. The school seemed alive, mesmerizing all occupants and visitors. I was thankful to be in such a place, far from the ideal, norm school, it was an extraordinary sight i tell you. None of the other school in KL would have the unique structure as VI has.

My first day of class was exciting. i met some new friends, one of them is Akasha, whom is doing the same major as i do here in Egypt. So this fella was picked as 'ketua kelas', probably because of his efficacy in completing jobs together with his annoying chipmunk voice. Then there was Arif, his long hands and his actions when playing basketball resembles that of a primate monkey. Bullying and teasing others were his habit but he became the laughing stock of everyone when the name 'monyet' stuck on him. Poor guy..

The class commenced as usual, i still remember the first day of Bahasa Melayu class which i had never attended to once in my life for some reason. I was asked to write an essay, about my life. There i was shaking and squirming, trying so hard to pick up words which i don't even know what it means and how to apply it. Subsequently,I failed, I had the lowest mark in the class, so BM was not to be my interest for the rest of the days in school.

It was until i start to enter the hostel when all excitement ends. The hostel was apocalypse, the wardens were strict, and the seniors were devils. The first night we were roll called and beaten up for no reason, we had to kneel for hours without the fan on, then we had to maintained in the 'motor' stance while balancing everything they've place on our arms and thighs. I judged the book by its cover, the calming beauty of the school turns out to be scary and hectic. I had to do the senior's dirty works, i had to face those damned prefect everyday, they shout at us, giving orders around, there was no freedom in VI, we were taught the harsh way to survive, all for the sake of tradition the school had been carrying since its establishment. Since then, i learned a lot,i need to survive, i had to be strong like the others, i need to comply with the tradition of the school,embracing all its effects, and look forward while chinning up, carving my way to the top. That's the only way.

My first day of school was not as awesome as i thought it was, but the rest of it makes me for who i was, to stand tall above others and to rise to the occassion,that's the way of a Victorian. It was an honorable past to be in the Blues, but today is different. May the glory of the golden age return

Hi, i'm new here

Setelah beberapa tahun saya teringin nak buat blog, akhirnya dah sampai masa nak start buat satu. Bukan sebab nak show off camera baru atau nak cerita belakang hok ore lain, tujuannya adalah sebab english saya dah makin teruk sejak duduk di bumi Mesir ni, so i really need to improve,dan lagi satu sebab nak improve diri saya dgn cara berkongsi ilmu dgn org ramai. Orang kata, bila kita byk mengajar,lagi kita senang ingat betul?

 So nama saya Megat, lahir tahun 89, usia pun dah lanjut 23, harap2 tak terlambat sgt lah saya nak start blogging. Saya masih seorang pelajar, saya belajar di bumi ambiya Mesir. Bidang yang saya ceburi adalah bidang yang agak best tapi tersangatlah complex iaitu perubatan. Sudah 4 tahun setengah saya berada di mesir ini tapi bahasa arab masih tunggang-langgang. Bila lah arab ni nak fluent macam ustad2 azhar tu saya pun taktau. Saya seorang yang sempoi, tak suka marah2, tak suka emo2, mungkin disebabkan environment di mesir ni lah yang membentuk peribadi saya pada masa ini. Being too emotional are for faggots, bila duduk di mesir, hati kena kental, hati kena keras untuk melayan kerenah arab. Saya suka travel, saya suka buat perkara yang mencabar fizikal dan minda, saya suka segala seni, termasuklah seni melukis,seni mempertahankan diri, dan lain2. Saya bukan seorang yang outspoken, yang pandai berkata2, tapi saya ingin menjadi seorang yang mampu mengutarakan pendapat saya kepada org ramai, mampu berdebat untuk mempertahankan pendapat saya, saya igin menjadi seorang pemimpin yang berwibawa,pandai buat kerja, dan bertanggungjawab.

Basically itu je lah tentang saya setakat ni. 1st blog dah membebel banyak. Okay peeps, time to sleep.