Masjid

Bismillah..

if you go to Limbang, or to KK from Brunei, you'd have to pass Temburong. When you stopped at the immigration point, there's also a Masjid there. Simple and humble. Accommodates locals, travellers, wandering souls...

There's a delightful charm of that small section for Muslimah's prayer area. 

Soft light filter through the dim area. Old wooden partitions, bookshelves of well-worn mushafs..a piece of paper, probably dated years back cellotaped on the old partition. A small area...where you can almost see the old woman who plastered it there, a word (an Asmaul Husna), whereby she sits there everytime its Maghrib or Isya or Subuh, sits there obediently, sincerely...whereby everytime she sees that piece of paper, she's reminded of how kind Allah swt is...to find comfort in that, to find loyalty to perform ibadah from that. Everything about the place charmed me...the old has character, because there's sincerity in every rihal used by children who went for mengaji there, every self-made wooden table, every Al-Qur'an, every Islamic books being waqaf there. it's the first Masjid I've felt the sincerity, the loyalty of its attendants...as if each wall absorbs their dzikir, remembers their submission to Allah swt, the tranquility, the serenity...

a friend of mine just had her Walimah (wedding ceremony) today. don't know why I felt like crying... probably am just that happy. I've known them both, knew how it started and the conversations I've had with her came flashing by, how she had prayed this day would come...i'm happy, because Allah swt granted her prayer. am happy that finally, what and who they are becomes halal. and tonight...the tranquility I've felt in that masjid, I can imagine it now.

"... mendirikan masjid."

I've always wondered why people say marriage is like building a masjid. Probably just to make it sound sacred or sweet-talking the event. Because in reality, I don't see how families become a Masjid. Often, I saw the opposite, so how can that word be true?

it's how a Masjid is being built and tended after, even when it's well-worn, old, used...its ruh (spirit) remains alive even when the occupants/attendants have left. The ruh, the niat of why that masjid is being built, the materials, the laborers (usually the masjid's jemaah) carefully chosen. Then, how each items are placed in every corner, not too extravagant - simple, humble, practical. of how frequent the names of Allah swt are spoken to inside those walls, how every inch of carpet have been touched by a servant's forehead, knees or foot in prostration. The tranquility of Allah's redha washes over every visitors who step foot inside the door.

I envy that

the simplicity, the loyalty, the Redha

i can say a million things how I'm not, but a sister said this...to look forward, no matter what, to always say, start now, step by step...regrets doesn't make it real, but how to feed hope alive, to be patient, to be true even when you stumble a million times...stand up. just stand up.

even when tears came streaming, stand up and move forward. its not the materials that first makes a masjid, but rather the ruh. 

sounds scary...not 'bad 'scary, a 'good 'scary, I guess.. :")

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