In the name of Allah,
Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
Balqis is still sleeping and i have a little bit extra time to write.
Recently, the topic of shia has come to my attention especially when i found out that a friend of mine is one. i asked my dad about their presence and he said there’s nothing wrong with it as long as their basis of believe do agree that God is God and Prophet Muhammad is His Messenger regardless their ‘plus-plus’.
i asked my husband and he totally rejects that idea. in the hadith, any slightest even the slightest as a mustard seed of deviation can lead you to a different path. and Islam is at its simplest when you just follow the Quran and Sunnah.
Allah knows best.
So, after all the asking, i brought it upon myself and ask, why then am i an ahli-sunnah wal Jamaah and not Shia? why do i still choose what i choose? if you don’t know me enough, i have the tendency to question people’s ways in order to question my ways(Which leads to frustrating people thinking that i’m out to pin them down). i think it’s part of my blood as an educator to inculcate the attidue of “Practice what you preach”.
Regardless their belief on Ali and Husayn (may peace be upon them) ( i name these two because these two are the always the centre of topic), whenever i think of shia, i think of mourn and grieve for the loved ones.
As a human, when i had to go through my most most depressing phase of my life (God is Great), i felt so broken inside and weak, i just wanted to stay on the floor and not to move a limb. the fear that any move i make makes a negative impact and have a bad consequences, and i couldnt afford to have anymore bad news. irony that time, my work became my first home and i didn’t even want to smell my house. now, i think that it’s the virtue and a curse of a woman to forget past. so, i forgot but only remember the essence. i’ll always remember that murderer and her family of angst and jealousy. of all the things i can forget, these are the ones that i’ll remember. so does my husband.( while i remind my husband, i too am reminded that emotions aren’t from us ,but a borrowed thing from God. and the emotions that we have must be controlled)
I can explain in detail what these emotions made me become, made me feel and made me do. but here, it’s enough for you to see and understand that these grief, anger, sorrow and all these emotions of the past did not make me stronger. it actually, held me behind from doing what i do best; to take care of my charges.
I don’t see the value of looking at the past so much that mourns you.
I believe in the unity of brotherhood. and i also believe that the sets of trials are to their own. between God and themselves. how one had to go through their tests, go through birth and death, how death came to them, is part of human being existence for God. i don’t feel sorry for another because one is placed in such situation. it is his own time and own test insyaAllah, With pain, there’s relief. surely with pain, there’s relief. in the name of God, you too cannot feel sorry or sad for the animal that is to be sacrificed for rezeki.
so, why am i not a shia? because i dont believe in grief and mourn for too long that it becomes a ritual and part of remembrance. i am an ahli sunnah because i follow hadith and quran , insyaAllah.
my relationship with history is mecca and madinah. and that too it out of appreciation of the series of events and hikmah, to learn and understand, to miss and love. because its these two places that revelations are sent down and wars for justice and truth are set out and celebrated. all in the name of God, to be close to Him , at the end of the day, don’t we all strive to be near Him in Jannah?
Allah knows best.
