Jumauah Mubarak

Assalaam u Alaikum Wa ragmatullah hi wa barakatu 

Peace and blessings upon you all... 

AN THE OSCAR GOES TO ...  [ i shall reveal later in this email ]

i remember when i was younger ... MNET was just making its presence felt in my home. Sunday night movies... KTV ... supersport ... what else did a youngling need!!!

and of course that last sunday of February/ first sunday of March ... how we all waited with bated breath to watch the crem de la crem of the award ceremonies... the OSCARS... wew were made to believe that this was the night the stars came out to play ... it was billed as if it was the most important event of the year .. the glitz the glamour the phtographer gather... the perfect smiles and the long winded speeches were the winner always runs out of time... thanking everyone including GOD ALMIGHTY. 

... for me i was entranced by the grandure of it all . . . the scale of the operation ... and i am sure we were all anticipating will your favourite win? would thier be an upset? 

and of course the hosts... the MC's who steal the show with the witty one liners and comedic talent... Billy Crystal... Chris Rock ... Elle De Generes ... the list goes on ... the commonality is that they were comedians ... they would make you laugh whilst the movie of the year made you cry and the lifetime achievement award made ppl nostalgic... everything rolled into one.What the movie connoisseurship told me is that the movies are their to inspire and transport you to another world. to escape and let your imagination run free. 

i dont watch the oscars any more. i dont really have the time.

 i hardly watch a movie at the cinema nowadays. except the on the odd occasion when we find a baby sitter:-)

but i rather do enjoy life...

I did however watch a fantastic movie the other day: " the son is rising " and it got me thinking about life ... priorities and GOD almighty. 

and i thought to myself ... wow!! wot a movie ... 

as i stood thier watching this movie unravel before my very eyes i thought gosh this movie has it all ... drama, intrigue, action, comedy ... 

it started off quietly ... somewhat quaint as if it was mimicking a silent movie of the days gone by ... however quietly it woke up ... mellowing along into a hearty gut wrenching family flick tugging at your heart strings. Then out of nowhere ... a TSunami hits ... and the once docile movie bursts into life ...  full of action and colour ... and with its spralling adventure... the scenes unfold to wreak havoc and leaving trial of devastation in its wake ... [ Of course it was great that i was watching it in HD smart TV] ... eventually as the movie winded down  realised that this was no ordinary movie... it was a love story ... dramatically interpreting life and the lessons it holds ... 

it inspired me and still does ... to live life full of energy and strive to live life from cradle to the grave.

of course ... the above is my metaphorical illustration of observing my son from the time he wakes up to the time he falls asleep... and all the emotions that goes with it.

and to answer my earlier question : An the OSCAR goes to ... My parents. to All Parents out there.

Since becoming a parent myself ... i have come to realise that children are certainly precious sprouts ... but parents are beautiful diamonds ... to be cherished and revered. just imagine what life was /is/ would be without them ... and be grateful that you have them and for those whose parents have passed on remember the only thing that can benefit your parents in the afterlife is a childs dua { and Allah swt knows best}

i ashamedly ... must confess that no matter how much i may think that i respect my parents ... i have this feeling that i can never really thank my parents enough for what they did and still do for me... I remember the day my son was born 14:01:11 ... 

the first few thoughts that ran through my head whislt holding my son aloft was ...  

1. Allah hu akbar !!! ... All praise is to Allah (swt) Glory be to him and salutations upon his noble messenger Muhammed (SAW) 

2. I Love My parents... i love them even more ... 

3. Gosh my wife is beautiful ...

as i stood in that theatre holding my baby for the first time i know my love and appreciation towards my parents grew exponentially by a thousand times... and my shame also .. coz even though i never meant to hurt them i know that at times i could have ... and probably did. That very thought irks me ... and i ask that you pray for my forgiveness.

A year and 1 and a half months later ... i realise that the above still holds true. 

Today i felt the need to express my thoughts ... and Make a special dua/ pray for my parents ... and all parents out there... and i invite you all to take a minute and do the same. 

the thing is that we would do well to remember that the manner in which we talk and interact with our parents can either make us or break us... whether they are wrong or right is not really the point and we would do well to remember that our ... PARENTS and CHILDREN ... combined with the Remembrance of Allah SWT are a means to attain the pleasure and MERCY of ALLAH swt ... and if we tread correctly it may just pave the way to JANNAH [ Paradise] and Allah swt knows best ...

Throughout the Quraan Allah speaks to us about the High regard one must have for their parents and thus i leave you with a few examples found in the tafsir ibn kathir ... to reflect upon and as a reminder to me first and if you draw benefit from them then know all good is from Allah swt and Allah swt knows best. 

(And your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him. And that you be dutiful to your parents) (17:23). These two things are often mentioned together in the Qur'an. Allah says here:

﴿وَوَصَّيْنَا الإِنْسَـنَ بِوَلِدَيْهِ حَمَلَتْهُ أُمُّهُ وَهْناً عَلَى وَهْنٍ﴾

(And We have enjoined on man (to be dutiful and good) to his parents. His mother bore him in weakness and hardship upon weakness and hardship,) Mujahid said: "The hardship of bearing the child.'' Qatadah said: "Exhaustion upon exhaustion.'' `Ata' Al-Khurasani said: "Weakness upon weakness.''

﴿وَفِصَالُهُ فِى عَامَيْنِ﴾

(and his weaning is in two years) means, after he is born, he is breastfed and weaned within two years. This is like the Ayah,

﴿وَالْوَلِدَتُ يُرْضِعْنَ أَوْلَـدَهُنَّ حَوْلَيْنِ كَامِلَيْنِ لِمَنْ أَرَادَ أَن يُتِمَّ الرَّضَاعَةَ﴾

(The mothers shall give suck to their children for two whole years, for those who desire to complete the term of suckling)(2:233). On this basis, Ibn `Abbas and other Imams understood that the shortest possible period of pregnancy was six months, because Allah says elsewhere:

﴿وَحَمْلُهُ وَفِصَـلُهُ ثَلاَثُونَ شَهْراً﴾

(and the bearing of him, and the weaning of him is thirty months) (46:15). Allah mentions how the mother brings the child up, and how she gets tired and suffers stress from staying up with the child night and day, to remind the son of her previous kind treatment of him. This is like the Ayah,

﴿وَقُل رَّبِّ ارْحَمْهُمَا كَمَا رَبَّيَانِى صَغِيرًا﴾

(and say: "My Lord! Bestow on them Your mercy as they did bring me up when I was young.'') (17:24). Allah says here:

﴿أَنِ اشْكُرْ لِى وَلِوَلِدَيْكَ إِلَىَّ الْمَصِيرُ﴾

(give thanks to Me and to your parents. Unto Me is the final destination.) means, `I will reward you most generously for that.'

﴿وَإِن جَـهَدَاكَ عَلَى أَن تُشْرِكَ بِى مَا لَيْسَ لَكَ بِهِ عِلْمٌ فَلاَ تُطِعْهُمَا﴾

(But if they strive with you to make you join in worship with Me others that of which you have no knowledge, then obey them not;) means, if they try hard to make you follow them in their religion, then do not accept that from them, but do not let that stop you from behaving with them in the world kindly, i.e. treating them with respect.

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