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  • Hari Raya Tahun Ini Yang Terakhir Di Dakota Crescent Bagi Penduduk Islam

    Hari Raya Tahun Ini Yang Terakhir Di Dakota Crescent Bagi Penduduk Islam

    Hari Raya tahun ini adalah yang terakhir di Dakota Crescent bagi para penduduk Islam di kawasan itu.

    Flat-flat yang dibina pada 1958 itu bakal dirobohkan untuk memberi laluan kepada projek pembangunan semula.

    Meskipun akur dengan keputusan tersebut, sebahagian penduduk berasa keberatan untuk berpindah kerana mempunyai kemudahan serta jiran-jiran yang baik.

    Bagi seorang penduduk, Cik Rohani Mahmood, keriangan Syawal tahun ini bercampur-baur dengan rasa sedih.

    Setelah 14 tahun mendiami flat 2 bilik di Blok 6 Dakota Crescent, beliau terpaksa berpindah pada Disember nanti.

    Sambutan Hari Raya di Dakota Crescent mungkin tidak semeriah di rumah lamanya di Pasir Ris dan Yishun kerana kebanyakan penduduk di sini merupakan warga senja. Namun lebih utama bagi Cik Rohani adalah kemudahan pengangkutan yang baik di kawasan itu.

    “Baru-baru kakak pindah di sini agak susah sikit sebab MRT belum siap, masih kotor, nyamuk banyak. Kami buka almari, nyamuk terbang-terbang, banyak air di longkang-longkang.

    “Tetapi selepas dua tahun kakak tinggal di sini, MRT pun dah siap, Alhamdulillah, sangat bagus. Cuma kakak kadang-kadang tidak mahu fikirkan yang ini adalah hari raya terakhir di sini sebab kalau difikirkan memang sedih,” kata Cik Rohani.

    Cik Rohani, seorang ibu tunggal, tinggal di flat itu bersama salah seorang daripada empat anaknya. Dua anaknya sudah berhijrah ke luar negara.

    Rumah itulah tempat anggota keluarganya berkunjung dari rantauan sempena Syawal.

    Anak Cik Rohani, Rifqi Mohd Kamil, berkata: “Memori yang paling manis adalah tahun lepas, bila kakak saya dari Amerika Syarikat semua turun, berkumpul bersama di sini. Saya rasa itulah yang membuat saya dan keluarga saya gembira.”

    Seperti Cik Rohani, Cik Wahidah Said juga akan berpindah dari Dakota Crescent ke sebuah flat sewa yang dibina berhampiran di Cassia Link.

    Cik Wahidah, 87 tahun, sudah tinggal di kawasan itu sekitar 40 tahun. Menurut salah seorang anaknya, para penduduk di situ, tidak kira kaum atau agama, sangat rapat dan mengambil berat antara satu sama lain, terutama terhadap mereka yang uzur dan lanjut usia.

    “Mengapa nenek suka tinggal di sini? Kawan-kawan datang menjenguk nenek, tanya khabar, bagus,” kata Cik Wahidah.

    Semangat kejiranan yang kuat itu membentuk identiti unik estet perumahan di Dakota Crescent.

    Kesemua 17 blok flat di Dakota Crescent yang merupakan antara yang tertua di Singapura, akan dirobohkan di bawah pelan pembaharuan estet Mountbatten.

    Source: Berita MediaCorp

  • Dilema Seorang Ayah – Jika Anak Dibuli, Nasihat Apa Yang Patut Diberi?

    Dilema Seorang Ayah – Jika Anak Dibuli, Nasihat Apa Yang Patut Diberi?

    Saya dapat tahu yang anak saya dibuli seorang pelajar lain di tadikanya.

    Saya tanya dia kenapa tidak laporkan kepada guru.

    Dia mungkin seorang yang pemalu.

    Saya sarankan agar beliau melawan balik apabila ditolak dan dipukul hingga jatuh.

    Namun si ibu membangkang dan mengatakan saya tidak seharusnya mengajar dia sedemikian.

    Saya menyuruh anak lelaki saya untuk membuat aduan kepada gurunya. Memang watak anak lelaki saya ini tidak suka mengadu walaupun di rumah apabila bergaduh dengan kakaknya.

    Namun, “bermain” dan “bergurau” itu perlu setimpal. Saya tidak ingin si pemukul meneruskan penindasan itu.

    Saya mahu anak lelaki saya “bergurau” kembali.

    “What If he is rougher?” Tanya si Boy.

    Saya menyuruh beliau untuk “bergurau” lebih ganas daripada dia. Kerana dengan pukulan yang dibalas akan mengingatkan si pemukul bahawa sakit rasanya apabila dipukul dan jatuh ke lantai.

    Saya tidak mahu anak saya berlaku ganas terhadap orang lain namun biar dia dapat mempertahankan dirinya daripada terus menerus dianiaya orang lain.

    Maka kini saya sudah tahu kenapa dia sering ada lebam-lebam di badan dan kakinya.

    Adakah saya seorang ayah yang jahat?

     

    Source: Zan Sofiyan Original

  • A Story On The First Day Of Syawal

    A Story On The First Day Of Syawal

    A CONVERSATION ON THE FIRST OF SHAWWAL

    ISYAK: They came for me at the Masjid every night in Ramadhan… every night! I really thought they came for me. And I only realised I was wrong when our guest Mr Tarawih told me that they came for him and not me. I mean.. come on.. Im wajib and he’s sunnat..

    MAGHRIB: Me too bro… they were anxiously waiting for me to come every evening! They actually memorised my arrival time man! I was so happy until Mr Iftar told me they were waiting for him and not me.

    SUBUH: You guys should be thankful… They only came for me in the Masjid in the last 10 nights of Ramadhan. I thought they came for me but realised I was wrong when Mr Laylatul Qadr told me they came for him. And the saddest part was yesterday on 1st Shawwal. So many came although they were late. So many of them came. It was more than the numbers who came for Mr Jumaat. And then I realised they came for Mr Eid. Not me.

    LAYLATUL QADR: And those who knew my story, they only came on 5 of the odd nights, not 10. Imagine if Allah had revealed to them my actual date!

    ZUHUR & ASAR: [Silent, not understanding a single thing]

     

    Source: Aydarus Alhabshi

  • Eid As A Struggling Single Twenty Something

    Eid As A Struggling Single Twenty Something

    As a child, I used to love celebrating Eid. I dreaded the fasting month of Ramadhan but I looked forward to new clothes, eating scrumptious rendang and ketupat, and of course, for many Asian kids – the collection of green packets filled with dollar dollar bills. Apart from visiting close relatives on the first day of Eid, you get to spend another day in Syawal with your closest friends from school visiting their houses.

    It was kinda cool to bring your friends over when you were ten years old, dressed in the traditional baju kurung going around the neighbourhood and coming home at the end of the day with your bag bursting with green packets. You would know which house gave the envelope, and if you get at least $5 from that house, you’re definitely going back there again the year after.

    As I grew older, however, the enjoyment of Eid started to fade away. At fifteen, I despised celebrating Eidulfitri. Eidulftri would be torturous for me since I had to appeased my newly divorced parents – I couldn’t spend more than 2 hours at my dad’s place or I’ll never hear the end of my mum’s wrath. My sisters were busy with their own families, making sure they visit the in-laws before making their way to my mum’s. And for some reason, you start not liking your relatives. I remember bursting out at my sister for coming so late int the afternoon and my make up was already ruined from the frustration of waiting around. The first day of Eid as a hormonal teenager was basically me playing the waiting game.

    Eid started to change as I entered my twenties. While it was still as boring as when I was a teenager, I began to prepare the house the house willingly. I bought flowers, new cushion covers, and occasionally curtains to slowly make the house into a home. I volunteered help in the kitchen, making sure I picked up my mum’s recipes to her signature Eid dishes and perfecting them. I made cookies and sweet treats to offer to the guests coming over to my place and made sure there were all sorts of drinks available for them.

    As much as I wish Eid is better now as I enter my mid-twenties, I realised that an awkward Eid is a common predicament between peers of my age. Perhaps it’s the having to part with copious amounts of money during the festive period – spending for the house and family, green packets for the little ones, awkward conversations with aunts and uncles who seem to nitpick on every aspect of your life. Or maybe it has got to do with spending Eid as a single woman, wondering when you’d be able to prepare for Eid excitedly for your kids and husband. Whatever the reason is, Eid as a struggling single twenty something is just plain boring.

    I make do with baking cookies, cakes and occasionally help my mum prepare the traditional dishes we feast on the morning of Eid. House chores like literally scrubbing the floors get my mind off the fact that each Eid is the same as before – lonesome and boring. I try getting away from celebrating Eid by going to work, but I feel bad for my mum. Though to be honest, I’m quite happy working while everyone else celebrates.

    One day, I’ll wake up on the morning of Eid excited to head to the mosque, dress my family up and head out for the rounds of visiting. One day, I’ll learn to appreciate the merry-making and spamming of family photos on Facebook and Instagram. One day, I’ll teach my daughter how to prepare the raya dishes and get my son to wash the windows and fix the curtains up. One day, I’ll be on my knees on the morning of Eid, with my head buried in my husband’s hand, asking for forgiveness and perhaps shedding a tear or two.

    One day, that happy family portrait of mine will be hung on my wall just in time for Eid.

    For now, I’ll be contented with spending the morning of Eid at home, with a cup of coffee and a bowl of lontong, watching reruns of Bujang Lapok on the telly with my three cats.

    Eid Mubarak everyone.

     

    Source: https://sharmeee.com

  • SG Chinese Girl: Everyone Should Experience Celebrating Aidilftri For The First Time

    SG Chinese Girl: Everyone Should Experience Celebrating Aidilftri For The First Time

    TOO BEAUTIFUL!!!

    Here is an account from an “SG Muslims for Eid” participant who identifies as a non-religious Chinese Singaporean celebrating Eid for the first time!!!

    “I saw a very pretty poster on Facebook inviting non-Muslims into Muslim homes during Eid. I signed up out of curiosity, a desire to eat good food and be amongst joyful people in celebration.

    Soon I was warmly welcomed into the home of a young couple Dhaniah and Haider. About 160 friends and relatives from both sides were expected that day, some of them even they themselves have never met before. The spectrum of their friends and relatives range wide, from lawyer types to makciks who practice yoga to media types to pakciks who have done the full Haj 4 times (and Umra countless times) to a young wife who is fully clothed from head to toe. Dhaniah’s side of the family look very Chinese and are musically talented. They were actually jamming and recording music as the celebrations went on. And then there’s me, a non-religious Chinese blonde-dyed short-haired woman from the arts and media. Everyone is gentle and accepting of each other.

    Despite the sheer number of relatives and friends who came pouring in and out of their home, Dhaniah and Haider managed to make me feel just at home. They introduced me to everyone who came, and everyone happily answered any questions I had about their customs and practices, particularly about the Haj. I’m most curious and fascinated with this epic pilgrimage. A lot of them went way out of their way to make me feel appreciated for my curiosity.

    I was most touched by their devotion towards their personal faith, and also their close-knittedness within their families and community. One of the boys kissed my hand even though he was super shy. That’s just the cutest thing ever! I didn’t tell him, but I was blushing inside too 😛

    I don’t belong to any particular faith but most of my friends do. Now is as good a time as any to learn and appreciate the part of them that I’m not familiar with. I find it timely for such interfaith learning and appreciation especially in such times of conflicts and misunderstanding around the world. Only when we feel connected will we remember that our core similarities outweigh superficial differences.

    The curiosity isn’t one way. Dhaniah and Haider had a lot of questions about my secular meditation practice and they’re very eager to try it out. They’re eager to visit my home even though I told them my home is very boring. I don’t even have a TV! I’ve made some good friends and had a lovely afternoon in a house full of warmth and love (not to mention 2 very cute rabbits). I thank all the organizers of SG Muslims for Eid and especially Dhaniah and Haider for their warm hospitality. I would highly recommend this experience to anyone who is interested. ”

    ❤❤❤‪#‎SGME2016‬‪#‎InterfaithYouthCircle‬‪#‎Singapore‬

     

    Source: Noor Mastura

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