I was a true bookworm when I was little. Though things have slowed a little, my passion for reading is still very much alive. Excluding the academic books, I had lots of story books bought by Mak and Abah (Jazakillahukhoir Mak.. Jazakallahukhoir Abah..) or the presents I got from my school.
Amongst those are the books of the 25 Prophets (25 Rasul). My favorite Prophets at that time were Rasulullah s.a.w and Yusuff a.s. (Ibrahim a.s is in the list now~) Only Allah knew how excited I would get whenever their names were mentioned. My heart skipped a beat whenever Abah talked about any of them during ta’lim. “Nak jumpa. Nak jumpa. Nak jumpa~.” My superheroes~
I had read and learnt about sahabahs as well, but as much as I tried to recall, the only one sahaba that I can clearly picture is Khalid al Waleed. It was a thin story book with an illustrated picture of the brave Khalid elegantly riding his great black horse. I had a sense of flaming spirit and flowery feeling towards him. My superhero~
Over time, “thanks” to TV and comics, I was “introduced” to a variety of cartoons. I have 8 brothers in my family, hence their choice of channels and comics happened to be mine as well. My previous “saff” of superheroes were replaced with Thunder Cats, Transformers, Dragon Ball, and Batman. My superheroes~
As I grew older, I shifted to more mature cartoons, some I would define as more intelligent: Pedang Setiawan, Young Detective Hajime Kindaichi, and Detective Conan. My superheroes~
In my teenage years, I still watched cartoons and read comics, but not as much as I did during my childhood. Materials that were of interest consisted of real movies, novels, and magazines. I used to be a public speaker and debater, thus became an avid reader to enrich my vocabulary and knowledge. I opted for great icons like Albert Einstein, Napoleon Bonaparte, Mahatma Gandhi, etc.. Whilst my preferences were romance and battlefield- type of heavy movies like Romeo- and Juliet type of movie, 300, etc. So- called beautiful and sweet stories mixing up with epic kind of plots..
My heroes were not the artistes, singers, or boybands. They were real men, with characteristics that were impressive to say the least. They were people with brains and charm.. My superheroes~
Slowly, after a certain turning point in my life, I realized how empty and disenchanted I became with these ‘man-made’ heroes.. I was suddenly brought back to my early childhood superheroes.. Rasulullah s.a.w.. Sahaba.. Sahabiyah..
I felt pathetic. I adored and admired something that wasn’t real.. I let myself be dragged into an imaginary world created by man itself.
These are the real superheroes. The real Super Saiya. Real men. They existed for real. Living a real story in this world. Their stories were a splendid cocktail of intelligence, romance, and epic tales that left us in awe. Stories of great events, love, and ukhuwwah on the foundation of strong Aqidah; of outstanding scholars, whose studies have shaped the world today, their discoveries and knowledge that have influenced subjects such as Mathematics, engineering, medicine, astronomy, etc..
Khalid Al Walid, Ab Bara’ bin Malik, Sallehuddin Al Ayyubi, Muhammad Al Fateh, Ummu Sulaim, Khawlah binti Al-Azwa, Ibnu Sina, Al Biruni.. Huge numbers,I can hardly list them all
Real stories which cause significant goosebumps, tears, and flowery feelings.
The stories represent the people who are able to be the best of the best, setting a close to perfect example; as a caliph and Abid of Allah. These include the tabi’in and all the great true Muslims living in today’s world.
They were all great ambassadors of Allah in this world.
Not to mention all the things that can drag us away from our obligations as a muslim nowadays, just imagine if television or internet had already existed ever since the time of Rasulullah s.a.w..
Perhaps, there would be lesser doors opened for him to convey his teachings as families would prefer to gather around to watch the telly together. Or perhaps, people might not even heard him knocking the door, calling from outside as the volume of the telly was just too loud, or maybe because they were wearing headphones..
Perhaps, there won’t be such thing a where the children of Madina would be eagerly waiting for their admired Rasulullah to come, after hearing great and stories about him from their parents before. Children might not gather, climbing on the trees to peek for his arrival and ran keenly, happily to celebrate when he reached Madina with Abu Bakar r.a as they would be too busy watching their favorite cartoons, playing games, or surfing the internet..
Perhaps, there won’t be such a thing where all the muslims attended the mosque to pray together (solat berjemaah) when the adzan was made as people are bound to movies or surfing on the internet..
Those were the days in Rasulullah s.a.w era. A period where people held on tightly to the true Aqidah, Ibadah, and Akhlaq. Where there was a solid and clear wall separating right and wrong. A time where the great era of Khulafa ar Rasyidin ruled, then the empire of Umayyah, Abbasid (where Islam ruled two thirds of the whole world under the ruling of ONE CALIPH), and Uthmaniyyah.
See for ourselves where the so-called entertainments, imaginations and “unrealistic stories” had been dragging us to now.. How it
caused us to fall, regardless whether we realised it or not.. And how it led us to believe loving Rasulullah is something out-of-date or so-called Islamic..
WE PICK OUR SUPERHEROES.
WE PICK OUR IDOLS AND MODELS.
WE PICK THE STORIES TO TAKE THE LESSONS FROM.
OUR HISTORY, OUR GREAT HISTORY IS WAITING TO BE REPEATED.
LET’S PICK OUR HEROES BASED ON WHO WE REALLY ARE.
AS A MUSLIM. TRUE MUSLIM.
إِنَّ صَلاَتِي وَنُسُكِيْ وَمَحْيَايَ وَمَمَاتِي لِلَّهِ رَبِّ العَالَمِيْن
Surely my prayer, my worshiping, my life, and my death is ONLY for Allah, God of All Hosts.
“Sesungguhnya sembahyangku ibadatku , hidupku dan matiku hanya untuk Allah semesta alam .”
Where are we today? Have we been lulled into a so-called trance by all these worldly distractions?