Your Child is You

Contemplation August 15th, 2011

Children Reading the Qur'an

Young children reading the Qur'an.

Yesterday, we spent almost the whole day at my in laws’ place. Mok Zai, a relative of ours, was also there with her children. Having lost her husband a while back, she has spent her days thriving for her children’s well-being and reliving her demised husband’s sacred wish and obligation to bring up their children as hafizahs (one who knows the Qur’an by heart).

Subhaanallah. I was just amazed at how well they have raised them. In this age of mere deceptions and chaos, their way of upbringing can easily be misunderstood as extremism but I do not see anything extreme in their practice. The eldest, Aisyah, has already learnt the Qur’an by heart. She did it in only one year, masya-Allah. Her younger sisters are well on the way to reach her level soon.

In life, there are few things which trigger my conscience into contemplation. One of them is upon observing people who do things differently; people who are willing to take the risk when there are already traditional ways of doing it. Mok Zai do not send her children to normal schools like we all do. When asked why, she persisted that there were things she’d rather want her children to focus more on than the syllabus taught at schools. To her and her husband, it would be a waste of money. They would rather want their own children to be exposed to the Qur’an first, then would come others. It was a strong belief and I had no doubt in believing in their success since their daughters were already the living proof of their vision.

In order to succeed, one must desire for it, make necessary sacrifices for (strive to achieve) it, and of course, pray to Allah for it. This was Mok Zai’s comment regarding the how-to’s of successfully educating her children. Parents play a major role in the upbringing of their children. To have good children, you yourself must be good. You must be what you want your child to be.

When we were leaving for home, Mok Zai was trying to leave a ‘message’ for Sakeenah. A message which I believe was indirectly hinted at me and my wife. With her right hand, she gestured the hand depicting ‘one’ whilst singing to Sakeenah: “Allah Esa, Allah Berkuasa …. Allah Esa, Allah Berkuasa … Allah Esa, Allah Berkuasa. (Allah is One, Allah is Almighty).” Sakeenah merely smiled, not knowing what to do. However, I believe she will – if only my wife and I repeat it to her many times so that she would eventually absorb it and believe in it, insya-Allah.