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Lets go back in time. It was in the early 80s, around 83, or maybe 84. The was someone sick at the hospital, I didnt remember whether he/she was a visitor or resident Muslim. A local Muslim sister visited that sick person at the hospital wearing hijab. Not many Muslim ladies wearing hijab in those days. A student doctor at the hospital asked her, “Are you a Muslim?” “Yes. Alhamdulillah” she said. That doctor was Dr Saleh Al Samahi from Saudi Arabia and he was introduced to the Christchurch Muslim community by the end of that week, joining Friday prayer and weekend community gathering. Someone did explained to Dr Saleh Al Samahi about the plan of building a masjid and how we needed more funds to continue building. One winter day, we set up a tent on the site of the masjid to receive visitors from Saudi Arabia, and we received a grant of $460,000 from Saudi Arabian Government. Beside that there were few other large donations came in. We had a breaking ground ceremony that year. During this ceremony, there was a protest gathering by some group. Some people didnt like us building a masjid. (Dr Saleh is in the picture above, 2nd from right. 1st from right was Dr Razzaq Khan, MAC president 1986-88) So the masjid building continue in earnest in 1985. Our architect was Rashid Wallen who worked for architectural firm Endel Lust. Sometime in August 85, the masjid was completed. We invited Dr Jamal Badawi from USA to deliver speech on Islam and Christianity and explained the difference and similarity between Islam and Christianity. At the end of the speech, during question time, one man got up and objected to Dr Jamal Badawi saying that to say that “there is only ONE GOD and not THREE” is a blasphemy. “I am only explaining the difference between Christian belief and Muslim belief, you have the freedom to believe.” Dr Jamal Badawi said. The prayer hall was full. Everyone was invited that night, and there were no chairs, everyone had to sit on the carpet. As I remember, the carpet was green with cream lines, New Zealand made carpet. The architect also explained to us that the artwork on the glass windows were also done locally. That woodwork near the imam alcove is made of local totara wood, so is the mimbar. If you look up where the wall meet the ceiling you would see the word “La ilaha illallah” written in arabic script. the picture above was probably taken one afternoon after Friday prayer.

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It was in April 1982. A property on Deans Avenue, Riccarton, Christchurch was for sale. The land area was roughly 3600 sqm. It was a piece of land housing a horse stable smack bang in the middle of the property. The second photo was the stable building. The land was not even, with small hillocks, consistent with the previous use as a horse training ground. There were not many Muslims in Christchurch back then, most of us were students from as far away as Sudan, Iraq, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Malaysia. One Muslim brother turn up at the real estate office that day when the property was for sale. No one else. A large piece of land, so close to the city a very suitable site for masjid. No one else turn up, cant blame them, because they are young students at the university. They wouldnt know what to do. The real estate agent told this Muslim man, that there is also an interest from a church group. "I cant make decision, the other guys hasnt turn up yet." Time was ticking. The real estate agent said, "You have to sign on these dotted line by 12 noon, then I can say that the property is sold. There is also another church group interested in this property, they are willing to pay $110,000." " Can I ring my lawyer first?" He hurriedly walked to the phone booth at the end of the street. In those days, there was a red phone booth near the corner of Brockworth Pl and Deans Ave. His lawyer told him that settlement date is in 3 months time, and it shouldnt be a problem. "Just in case you cant pay, we can always resell the property at a profit." "I am buying this property to build a masjid, not to make profit!" So he came back to meet the real estate agent and signed on the dotted line. All in, it cost $100,000. We didnt have much money back then. Our account only had a few hundreds. So we save money among ourselves, fundraise by organizing ethnic food fetes, participating in ethnic food market, selling our food to raise funds. Slowly the money start to come in. The first thing we built was the fence. Yes the cinder block wall. We built them on our side of property, so the neighbours has no right to paint or attach anything to it. That fence is our property. "Yes we are being kind to our neighbours by letting them attach postboxes to our wall." Right next door to us, at number 107, at the back, there was a veterinary clinic. When we were building the wall, this vet couldnt use his garage because the entrance was too narrow now that we build the wall. So we gave away that sliver of land to him for free. Love thy neighbour. "If your neighbour is hungry, you shouldnt eat either, feed your neighbour first." He was happy. "You can do whatever with your land, I wouldnt raise any objection." We couldnt do anything for 4 years while we were raising the funds. In the weekends we organised working bees to level the land ready for building the masjid. And when there was enough money to lay the foundation, we got it done, and then wait some more for more funds to continue building.

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Back in Jan 1985, when I arrived in Christchurch to attend Canterbury Uni, the mosque was being built, at the raft stage. A few workmen were onsite, the foundation has been laid, but the concrete raft floor has just been laid. It was still wet. We performed Friday prayet in a small room in the stable building behind the mosque. There were less than 15 of us, including 2 ladies for the first Friday prayer that I attended. We were close back then. Our first imam was Br Osman Gaafar, a post grad student from Sudan. Some of us, including me, still in contact with his family. Later in the year, in August, the construction of the mosque was finished. It was the southernmost mosque in the world back then, and the size was comparably bigger than the Ponsonby mosque in Auckland. The late Dr Saleh AlSamahi, was instrumental in getting a large donation from Saudi royal family. Let me remind you, that our first Islamic Centre was at 534 Tuam Street. A 2-bedroom house with a small lounge that we used as prayer hall. Our Muslim Community raise money by selling ethnic foods at markets and collecting donations. Why am I writing all these? I have been part of Christchurch Muslim Community for a long time. I know most of the old timers who have been the pillars of our community since the 70s. Quite a few of them have passed away. May Allah grant them Jannah. Now is the election time to choose the office bearers who will continue the legacy of our pioneers back in the 70s and 80s. What are the qualities of people do we want to lead us in the next 2 years? I would start with: 1.Integrity. 2.Transparency; clear communication, yes please be transparent to all our community members. Dont set up cliques and decide among your cliques on important issues, and then buldoze that decision without agreement from other committee members. And please write down the minutes of your committee meeting and publish them. 3.Communicate with us, our Muslim community. Write us email and newsletter, please. As well as publishing in website and facebook. Not all of us have access to facebook, so printed newsletter is still relevant. 4.Ability to write. May sound basic, but it is essential that our leaders knows how to put pen on paper, and be able to communicate with ease. We dont want people who is all talk and no action, do we? 5. Knowledge. Let's give the job to people who have the right talent and knowledge. 6. Able to devise a strategy to achieve goals. 7. Organisational skill. This is not just relevant to the president, but also to everyone else in the committee. 8. Team work. Everyone must be a team player, regardless of their background. 9. Delegation. Please divide your workload. What I would like to see in the future: The basic.congregational/jamaat prayer for all 5 daily prayers in the mosque without fail. I dont have to quote hadith on this, every Muslim knows the importance of this. I am not saying if there is anything wrong as of the past 3 years, but there are room for improvement. Transparency, clear communication. No hush hush. I want to see newsletter again. Tell us what is happening. Not everyone is on facebook. The website is also dead. Some of us are not computer literate, you know. The financials; I would like to see how we are doing. How much is coming in, where it was spent, etc.If you gave some money to a member of our community who was in need, that's good, but put it on record. Many years ago we put the financial statement on the noticeboard. You see, I dont have high expectations. I am not asking you to set up a school, community gathering for Eids or conferences etc. .

I havent posted anything for years..

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I arrived at the courthouse early, about 830am, considering that the proceeding doesnt start until 9am. Media people were waiting on the street in front of the courthouse. Entry was controlled, there were 4 security personnel at the door, and I was asked if I were among the victims and surivors, which I acknowledged. There were more security officers inside, and a few policemen. Handbags, wallets, cellphones have to be scanned, just like at the boarding gate at the airport. At the bottom of the escalator, I was met by two ladies ushers, and one of them accompany me to the courtroom 12. The main court was alrady filled up, only a few seats left. I chose a seat at the back by the wall. I want to be invisible. There was a Muslim court officer, probably from Auckland, Arif Rashid, who explained what was happening and court process to us. He wore purple kopiah on his head, and baggy pants Pakistani style and tailored suit top. I saw Rashid, Ashraf and Rosemary in front of me. I also recognised Alison and Becky from Victim Support, whom I met the first time yesterday afternoon. It was a while before the court officers and lawyers started to come in to take their places in front of the judge bench. Judge; Justice Manders. The hearing starts and the defendant appears on screen. A short stature white man, wearing grey sweatshirt. Short black hair, with noticeable receding hairline. The judge orders the media that they can only write on the proceeding, and not recording. The judge also said “no electronic filing” The case is formally known as, Crown vs Brendon Harrison Tarrant Prosecutor: Mr Zarifeh apply to amend charges, adding charges of Terrorism Suppression Act. Defending counsel: Mr Tait, on behalf of the defendant plead not guilty to all charges, and also not guilty to terrorism charge. Suppression order to the 51st charge of murder has been lifted Interim order of suppression of name has been lifted. For victims under the age of 18 years, the name suppression to continue. 2 lines here that cannot be written because of order of suppression. Trial date is tentatively to start on 4th May 2020, estimated between 6 weeks and 3 months. Mental health assessment of the defendant completed, deemed fit to stand trial. Suppression order for name of Mr Tuiyan lifted. 16 August 2019 is the next appearance in court. Formal written statement has to be given to the court on this date. Concern has been raised by members of Muslim community that the trial will be in Ramadan next year.

Nabi SAW Suruh Berkahwin Banyak Untuk Tambahkan Rezeki?

copy and paste dari blog asal http://bin-sahak.blogspot.co.nz/2014/08/benarkah-nabi-saw-suruh-berkahwin.html Benarkah Nabi SAW Suruh Berkahwin Banyak Untuk Tambahkan Rezeki? Soalan: Mohon kepastian daripada Ustaz. APakah kisah ini benar dari Rasulullah SAW?: Pada suatu hari, Rasulullah S.A.W. didatangi oleh seorang lelaki. Lelaki ini mengaku dirinya seorang yg miskin. Kemudian, ia meminta jalan keluar agar terlepas daripada belenggu kemiskinan. Rasulullah S.A.W. menyuruh lelaki itu berkahwin. Lelaki itu sangat senang dengan saranan yg diberikan Rasulullah S.A.W. Setelah sekian lama berkahwin, lelaki itu datang lagi kepada Rasulullah dan mengadu nasibnya yang tetap miskin. Rasulullah menyuruh dia berkahwin lagi, Si lelaki terlalu yakin tidak mungkin Rasulullah mahu menipu umatnya. Akhirnya lelaki itu berkahwin lagi. Namun beberapa waktu kemudian, lelaki itu datang lagi kepada Rasulullah S.A.W. "Kahwin lagi," jawab Rasulullah S.A.W. singkat. Kemudian dia berkahwin buat kali ketiga. Namun setelah beberapa lama, keadaan tetap juga belum berubah. Mulanya dia malu untuk mengaku lagi kepada Rasulullah S.A.W., tapi apakan daya dia masih tetap miskin. Dengan berat hati, beliau mendatangi Rasulullah dan menyampaikan masalahnya. "Ya Rasulullah, engkau telah menyuruhku menikah untuk ketiga kalinya, tapi aku tetap miskin. Sekarang apa yg harus aku lakukan?," adu lelaki itu. Rasulullah tetap menyuruh berkahwin lagi. Sabda Rasulullah S.A.W. "Carilah rezeki dengan menikah," (Riwayat Ibn Abbas) Jawapan: Wallau a'lam, riwayat yang paling hampir ialah yang diriwayatkan oleh al-Khatib al-Baghdadi daripada Jabir bin ‘Abdillah RA yang berkata: جاء رجل إلى النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم يشكو إليه الفاقة ، فأمره أن يتزوج Maksudnya: “Seorang lelaki datang kepada Nabi SAW mengadu tentang kefakirannya. Lalu baginda mengarahkan dia berkahwin.” (HR al-Khatib al-Baghdadi di dalam Tarikh Baghdad 1/365) Namun hadis ini sanadnya tidak sahih seperti yang dinyatakan oleh al-Zahabi di dalam al-Mizan dan Ibn Hajar di dalam al-Lisan disebabkan ada seorang periwayat bernama Ibrahim bin al-Munzir. Kata Ibn Hibban: “Tidak boleh berhujjah dengannya.” Sekalipun demikian riwayat ini mengandungi maksud yang benar berdasarkan beberapa athar dari sebahagian sahabat seperti ‘Umar, ‘Aisyah, Ibn Mas’ud, Ibn ‘Abbas dan lain-lain yang sebahagiannya sahih secara mauquf atau sanadnya sahih sehingga sahabat. Demikian juga maksudnya terkandung di dalam firman Allah SWT: وَأَنْكِحُوا الْأَيَامَى[1] مِنْكُمْ وَالصَّالِحِينَ مِنْ عِبَادِكُمْ وَإِمَائِكُمْ إِنْ يَكُونُوا فُقَرَاءَ يُغْنِهِمُ اللَّهُ مِنْ فَضْلِهِ وَاللَّهُ وَاسِعٌ عَلِيمٌ Maksudnya: “Dan kahwinilah orang-orang yang bujang lelaki dan perempuan diantara kamu dan orang-orang yang layak dari kalangan hamba sahaya lelaki mahupun perempuan. Jika mereka miskin Allah akan cukupkan mereka dengan kurniaanNya. Dan Allah Maha Luas (pemberiannNya) lagi Maha Mengetahui.” (al-Nur: 32) Ketika menafsirkan ayat ini al-Imam Ibn Kahir berkata: “ Dan firman Allah Taala: “Jika mereka miskin, Allah akan cukupkan mereka dengan kurniaanNya. Dan Allah Maha Luas (pemberiannNya) lagi Maha Mengetahui” ‘Ali bin Abi Tolhah berkata: “daripada Ibn ‘Abbas: “Allah menggalakkan berkahwin, dan DIa mengarahkannya kepada yang merdeka mahupun yang hamba. Dan DIa juga berjanji kepada mereka semua dengan kekayaan dengan firmannya: “Jika mereka miskin Allah akan cukupkan mereka dengan kurniaanNya”. Ibn Abi Hatim berkata: “Menceritakan kepada kami Mahmud bin Khalid al-Azraq, menceritakan kepada kami ‘Umar bin ‘ABd al-Wahid, daripada Sa'ied iaitulah Ibn ‘Abd al-‘Aziz katanya: “Telah sampai kepadaku bahawa Abu Bakr al-Siddiq RA berkata: “Taatilah Allah dalam apa yang diperintahkanNya kepada kamu semua dalam urusan perkahwinan. Dia akan kurniakan kepada kamu semua apa-apa yang dijanjikanNya dari kekayaan. DIa berfirman: Jika mereka miskin Allah akan cukupkan mereka dengan kurniaanNya.” Daripada Ibn Mas’ud yang berkata: الْتَمِسُوا الْغِنَى فِي النِّكَاحِ “Carilah kekayaan pada perkahwinan, Allah SWT berfirman: "Jika mereka miskin Allah akan cukupkan mereka dengan kurniaanNya.” Diriwayatkan oleh Ibn Jarir, dan disebut oleh al-Baghawi daripada ‘Umar riwayat yang seumpama ini.” Wallahu a’lam. [1] Al-Ayama ialah kalimah plural untuk al-Ayyim الأيِّم. Dikatakan ia memaksudkan kepada wanita yang tiada suami dan lelaki yang tiada isteri sama ada yang bujang mahupun anak dara, duda mahupun janda. Lihat Tafsir Ibn Kathir.

The Girl from the Coast 2.

Gadis Pantai - Pramoedya Anantha Toer; I have been referring to this literary work a couple of times, but i have never had a chance of reading it. Not even once. I really like the title and the story. So I am reusing this title to tell the story of my late grandmother, Mariam binti Joyowarso, a 7 year old girl, whose mother died, and her father remarried. Shen then was adopted by her cousin and her sisters. They then migrated to Selangor fron Pekalongan. http://nooryahaya.blogspot.co.nz/2005/11/girl-fron-coast.html In the past week, my bother Basiron has set up a group through Whatsapp chat of the grandchildren and great grandchildren of our ancestor Haji Daud Marhakim/ Mat Karmin and Mariam Joyowarso. I am surprised that the extended family lives all over the country. Seeing names that are familiar from those old days, and new names of nieces and second and third cousins is overwhelming. Some of the asked, what was my grandfather Haji Daud look like. Well, he was tallish, even when he was ld as I remember him. He look like Uncle Rukimin Haji Daud. I was about 10 yrs old whe he died. One or two months before he died, me and my older sister visited him and grandmother Mariam. I remember him telling my sister Kak Salmiah to take care of herself, be good etc. That was basically his last sermon to my sister. A year or so before that my grandfather was hit my a car while crossing the road to the masjid at Batu Enam. He was hospitalised for a few days at Tg Karang. I remember this because I also visited him after school. He has never been healthy after that accident. As for my grandmother, Mariam, she was shortish, about 4.5 foot tall, dark complexion. She look like Auntie Nik, Rukinem Haji Daud. Last week, my brother met our cousin Asbiran bin Sarbini who lives in Kg Pandan, Kuala Lumpur. He is one of those whom we have heard of his name, but has never met in real life family cousin. When I was 6 years old, my parents took me on a bus trip to Parit Tiga, Sungai Burung Tanjong Karang. That was the first bus trip that I remember. My mother told me that Kang Yan (Asbiran) get married. It was an exciting trip, my uncle Rukimin, Auntie Normah, grandmother, Nasir and Saring, Kak Sal, Kak Salmah also came along. Uncle Sisar (Sarbini) house was a cute malay style house, painted pastel green within view from the main road. To this day I dont remember what Uncle Sisar look like, I probably have met him, but then I probably not, So I dont remember. I probably didnt pay much attention to the elders. The marriage reception was conducted that mid morning. I remember Kang Yan 'bersanding' in the front yard, close to the front stair of the house. He wore white tunic military style uniforn, just like you see one of the officer's uniform of the British Navy. Kang Yan was a robust size man, and by todays estimation about 80-90kg size, about 6 foot tall. His bride was skinnish, with skin complexion like a Chinese girl. The bride and groom also 'bersanding' inside the house, and peek through the open window. We were serve food afterward, rice and chicken curry, which was a luxury in those days. While we were eating, there was a bit of ruckus, a local boy had stepped on chicken shit (tahi lencong). I think I remember that local boy face, he was speaking Malay, skinny. Years later he was my friend in high school, Sekolah Dato Harun and Sekolah Teknik Kuala Lumpur. His name is Abdul Mutalib Ismail. Here it is, excerpt from "The Girl from the Coast" Title: The Girl from the Coast Sorry Bapak Pramoedya Anantha Toer, this is just the title, as you wrote about your grandmother. I also want to write stories told by my late maternal grandmother Mariam, and yes I don’t even remember my great grandfather’s name. She didn’t know how old she was, maybe about 6 year old, maybe older. She couldn’t tell me much about her family, only that she and my paternal grandmother, Rosni binti Mustapha are cousins. She told me that she came from town called Kalengan, by the coast of Jawa Tengah. (Later talking to Indonesian friends, they said its Pekalongan, a town on the northern coast of Jawa Tengah, I cross checked with her Ponorogo dialect, spoken by people in the vicinity). Her village was about 7 miles from town, in her own words, “from here (Batu 7) to Parit Tiga (Batu 12)”. In those days, probably circa 1925, there was weekly market in town, so her parents used to bring village produce to town. She used to tag along her parents on foot to town, starting at 1am; her parents sold village produce like tapioca etc. to buy rice and other stuff. Poverty was rife in those times, parents married off their young daughters, simply because they couldn’t afford to feed them. That year my paternal grandmother was about 16, she was married off to my paternal grandfather Kusni. (I do not know my great grandfather’s name). Another one of her cousins, Suci was married off as well. Mariam was given off to her cousin Rosni, to be taken care off by her two cousins who just got married. The bridegrooms and their young brides sailed to Port Klang on a kapal layar, sailing ship maybe about 20metres. During the voyage the two cousins, my grandmothers resign to the fact that they were leaving their homeland for good. Suci cried day and night, ruing the fact that she will never see her parents, family or her homeland ever again. It took about a week to arrive in Singapore, where they stopped for a day or so for provisions before continuing to Port Klang. From Port Klang to Tanjong Karang might have taken 2 days on kereta lembu. In those times, the government opened tracts of land in Tanjong Karang for padi and coconut. When Mariam was old enough, about 13, she was married off to my maternal grandfather, Daud bin Marhakim. Life couldn’t be better in Selangor, padi land to grow rice and coconut land for cash crop of coconut and bananas. The river also teemed with freshwater fish like sepat, keli, puyu, haruan and udang galah in those days, replenished with annual monsoon floods. According to Auntie Mariah, my grandfather used to grow tapioca and keladi on road reserve land near their house. There were a few fruit trees around their house, jambu, breadfruit and ciku among them, some of them survived until my childhood in the seventies. My paternal grandfather Kusni died when my father was 2 years old, leaving grandmother Rosni with two young children to feed, my father and Auntie Mariah, relying on the goodwill of her fellow immigrant neighbours. Presumably they were just 5 years in Selangor back then. If I could turn back time, I could have taken my grand mother Mariam on a tour back to her homeland. THE ORAL STORY kata mak, embah mariem di ambil adik angkat olih tiga beradik embah esti. embah suchi dan embah rosni. dia kecik lagi, telah ditinggal mati olih ibunya. bapaknya kawin lain. sebab itu dia merantau ikut embah esti tiga beradik. kata pakgendu bapaknya bernama joyowarso. emak kata, embah mariem tak tau nama bapaknya sendiri sebab tu masa nak buat kad pengenalan di ambil nama mustafa sebagai nama bapanya. kata pakmin embah daud bapanya matkarmin , ibunya taktau sebab neneknya mati dia masih kecil. embah daud ada empat beradik. abangnya bernama samsi. duduk di batu 9. kahwin dengan mbah esti. embah mariem tolong jaga anak embah esti. lepas tu dijodohkan dengan embah daud.lepas tu emak dan bapak dijodohkan sebab embah rosni tu adik embah esti. embah daud adik embah samsi. adik embah daud namanya embah sarmi. dulu duduk dekat rumah arbangi/ sidek/rahman. bolih jadi kalau di korek siapa joyowarso tu bolih dapat info dari sana. juga matkarmin, mustafa . bolih jadi kampung dia orang berdekatan di pekalongan. kalau ada tugu kerana ternama di pekalongan , maka bolih di selidik. tapi kalau cuma rakyat biasa . susah le. dulu pernah terdengar cerita, embah daud yang pengkor kena gigit ular tu , dan abangnya, katanya lari ke tanah melayu setelah membunuh penyamun yangmenceroboh rumah mereka. penyamun tu cuba naik ikut lubang di lantai yang bila terjongol saja kepala , arwah embah tu cekik dengan menolak tampah pada batang leher penyamun tu. sampai mati. lepas tu dia orang takut ada orang balas dendam , dia orang cabut lari. Hj Basiron says: anak embah daud. rukiah.rukimin. rukinem. kamsaton.kembarnya. lupa tanya.rukinah. saringah. supingat. abd razak. misilah. pak sarbini kawin dengan rukiah dan rukinah . yang pertama dpt kasbiran dan asmuni. yg kedua dpt asraf dan rahimah. one day i nak cari kang kasbiran. duk kg pandan.. taktau alamat.i pun tak dapat imagine rupa dia. rukinah adalah adik mak. kembar mak taktau nama. kalau taksilap dia mati kena timpa buah kelapa masa umurnya 12 tahun . atau sembilan tahun. itu pun i tak tanya dengan wak min, lupa.rukinah mati kena langgar lori masa ambil jemuran pandan kat tepi jalan besar.