About the Author: Averroes is a tukang pembasmi, dispensed with the noble task of vanquishing all forms of heresy from the kebodohan, malaun, balachis, pengampu, penyogok, racist scoundrels, pala bana and penistaan. He will brandish his Keris and strike fear into their hearts until victory arrives at dawn. His endeavors shall not end until his blade becomes blunt from piercing the enemies' bowels. He may not be a vociferous vocalist, but a passionate writer and composer of literature and arts.
It seems to me that the customs of the Malays of patronizing and garnishing themselves with the best of Islamic garments and attire had gone unchecked. The Hypocrite starter pack is that you need a songkok or any other related gears, talk with husky Arabic and coarse accent, hold a tasbih and spurt unexpectedly. Islam places a sacrosanct position, though nowadays we see a corrupted and perverted version of Islam in our beloved, heterogeneous country.
I will not scrutinise the deep extents of how Islam had been molested by certain irresponsible individuals in the political battlefield, but though it is still a riveting topic to be unveiled soon.
I would like to call upon our attention to how our daily Malay customs where these bastards had inveigled us with their bewitching clothes and speeches, a clear yet crystalline imposter of Islam.
I recount the days as a student. My school wanted to produce Teknokrat Mutadayyin. I am unsure how they define that term, whether an extremist student is a Mutadayyin or alternatively a progressive one is depends on individual interpretation. I am grateful to be under the tutelage of that school, it has given me vast opportunities in debating, public speaking and finding who I was. I found passion in the Malay, English and Arabic Language. I was immersed by History, Arts and Geography subjects. Even if a school is styled with Arabic names and bestowed with Islamic terms, it does not mean they are immune from criticisms.
I wonder why some seniors and my batch mates are hypocrites. They wear songkok, post hadis on social media and everyone praise them whole-heartedly, when they give their sermon at the surau and among others. They call them bakal ustaz, PU, Imam Muda, Mufti, YB and other useless titles that does not matter in the after-life, nor even in this apparent world.
When I see them outside those confines, they behave somewhat akin to primates and act erratically. I see how they converse with me as if I lacked Islamic knowledge and told me that I was backward. Their level of understanding of Islam made them think that, "because I wear a songkok and read hadis at the surau, I am the almighty. I have descended from heavens to help these poor uncivilized people."
So wearing a songkok and reading a hadis on a day-by-day basis make you a superior human being and enables you to pick on the lesser people. Posting ceramah videos and using Arabic vocabulary in every sentence such as alhamdulillah, astaghfirullah, bertaubatlah and amin makes you a maksum, an angel with no flaws and fragility. Many of the students run amok and spit out verdicts that if I do this and that or do not conform to their silly wits, I will rot in hell, burn in the deep trenches of purgatory. Obviously, this is one of the forms that people had used Islam to gain fame and fortune, narcissistic personal interests.
Even my batch-mates during the weekends at the school's surau avoid Koran classes and play volleyball or futsal before SPM, because they feel forced to read it and felt , lazy-bored about it. It is quite stupid and ludicrous that after many sermons by the seniors, it never shaped how the juniors behaved. The juniors enjoyed the staged and scripted sermons, because they felt good for a moment and forget about it when they return home. There is a false belief of respecting the seniors, if they consume horse feces, they you must swallow the whole bowl too. The students of my previous school, regardless the juniors, my batch-mates and seniors resort to ostracism, psychological pressure and torrents of hate if anything opposes their stances, driven by barbaric emotions.
I was a naive and gullible boy back then and I began to realise how vulnerable I had been until now. I joined the Koran classes nevertheless and attempted to be the imam and do the sermons. What I received was backlash from the ustaz, seniors and fellow batch mates that discouraged what I did, stating that I was not Islamic enough, I did not do this properly or that I am not qualified, instead I would go to hell and accumulate these sins.
More convincingly, the root of this problem stems not from the seniors, the ustaz, my batch-mates and juniors who had gone astray. I actually pity these poor imbeciles. It has something to do more with the Malay customs in general. The customs of "If you do this, you go fucking die in hell!" has been passed down from generations upon generations. If we do not conform with the indulgences and salacity of theirs, then we will be looked down upon and harshly punished. The next generations will be paranoid and accursed with that custom and it will be a never-ending cycle, inherited and so forth unless we cease this cancer from plaguing the people.
What I strongly suggest it that, there should be compassion in our pursuits of knowledge and wisdom. There should be no senior and junior relationships, but everyone should be treated as equals. A person's mistake does not justify us to degrade or belittle them in whatsoever way. Everyone has their own weaknesses, we should not allow ourselves to be slaves or tie our necks to the pedestal awaiting our riders back from the damned brothels. We do not need praises or smooches from people, we have our own worth and we should learn to appreciate the person of who we are. Do not find happiness in pleasing hypocrites, because the true happiness is what you can find within yourself.
Patience, consensus, discussion, confabulations and compromises is what builds a mature society, especially among the struggling Malays. Look beyond the beacon, and the light is by the end of the road.
It seems to me that the customs of the Malays of patronizing and garnishing themselves with the best of Islamic garments and attire had gone unchecked. The Hypocrite starter pack is that you need a songkok or any other related gears, talk with husky Arabic and coarse accent, hold a tasbih and spurt unexpectedly. Islam places a sacrosanct position, though nowadays we see a corrupted and perverted version of Islam in our beloved, heterogeneous country.
I will not scrutinise the deep extents of how Islam had been molested by certain irresponsible individuals in the political battlefield, but though it is still a riveting topic to be unveiled soon.
I would like to call upon our attention to how our daily Malay customs where these bastards had inveigled us with their bewitching clothes and speeches, a clear yet crystalline imposter of Islam.
I recount the days as a student. My school wanted to produce Teknokrat Mutadayyin. I am unsure how they define that term, whether an extremist student is a Mutadayyin or alternatively a progressive one is depends on individual interpretation. I am grateful to be under the tutelage of that school, it has given me vast opportunities in debating, public speaking and finding who I was. I found passion in the Malay, English and Arabic Language. I was immersed by History, Arts and Geography subjects. Even if a school is styled with Arabic names and bestowed with Islamic terms, it does not mean they are immune from criticisms.
I wonder why some seniors and my batch mates are hypocrites. They wear songkok, post hadis on social media and everyone praise them whole-heartedly, when they give their sermon at the surau and among others. They call them bakal ustaz, PU, Imam Muda, Mufti, YB and other useless titles that does not matter in the after-life, nor even in this apparent world.
When I see them outside those confines, they behave somewhat akin to primates and act erratically. I see how they converse with me as if I lacked Islamic knowledge and told me that I was backward. Their level of understanding of Islam made them think that, "because I wear a songkok and read hadis at the surau, I am the almighty. I have descended from heavens to help these poor uncivilized people."
So wearing a songkok and reading a hadis on a day-by-day basis make you a superior human being and enables you to pick on the lesser people. Posting ceramah videos and using Arabic vocabulary in every sentence such as alhamdulillah, astaghfirullah, bertaubatlah and amin makes you a maksum, an angel with no flaws and fragility. Many of the students run amok and spit out verdicts that if I do this and that or do not conform to their silly wits, I will rot in hell, burn in the deep trenches of purgatory. Obviously, this is one of the forms that people had used Islam to gain fame and fortune, narcissistic personal interests.
Even my batch-mates during the weekends at the school's surau avoid Koran classes and play volleyball or futsal before SPM, because they feel forced to read it and felt , lazy-bored about it. It is quite stupid and ludicrous that after many sermons by the seniors, it never shaped how the juniors behaved. The juniors enjoyed the staged and scripted sermons, because they felt good for a moment and forget about it when they return home. There is a false belief of respecting the seniors, if they consume horse feces, they you must swallow the whole bowl too. The students of my previous school, regardless the juniors, my batch-mates and seniors resort to ostracism, psychological pressure and torrents of hate if anything opposes their stances, driven by barbaric emotions.
I was a naive and gullible boy back then and I began to realise how vulnerable I had been until now. I joined the Koran classes nevertheless and attempted to be the imam and do the sermons. What I received was backlash from the ustaz, seniors and fellow batch mates that discouraged what I did, stating that I was not Islamic enough, I did not do this properly or that I am not qualified, instead I would go to hell and accumulate these sins.
More convincingly, the root of this problem stems not from the seniors, the ustaz, my batch-mates and juniors who had gone astray. I actually pity these poor imbeciles. It has something to do more with the Malay customs in general. The customs of "If you do this, you go fucking die in hell!" has been passed down from generations upon generations. If we do not conform with the indulgences and salacity of theirs, then we will be looked down upon and harshly punished. The next generations will be paranoid and accursed with that custom and it will be a never-ending cycle, inherited and so forth unless we cease this cancer from plaguing the people.
What I strongly suggest it that, there should be compassion in our pursuits of knowledge and wisdom. There should be no senior and junior relationships, but everyone should be treated as equals. A person's mistake does not justify us to degrade or belittle them in whatsoever way. Everyone has their own weaknesses, we should not allow ourselves to be slaves or tie our necks to the pedestal awaiting our riders back from the damned brothels. We do not need praises or smooches from people, we have our own worth and we should learn to appreciate the person of who we are. Do not find happiness in pleasing hypocrites, because the true happiness is what you can find within yourself.
Patience, consensus, discussion, confabulations and compromises is what builds a mature society, especially among the struggling Malays. Look beyond the beacon, and the light is by the end of the road.
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