Bismillah. 

Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, dear family, teachers, and friends.

From the bottom of our hearts, from my mother and my siblings, nieces and nephews, we thank you for the support. It has been a week plus since our father, Ustaz Cikgu Yusuf Zuhri has departed. Alhamdulillah we are pleased with Allah ta'ala's decree, and we pray that He grant us gracious patience for this loss.  I remember a narration where the Prophet sallallahu 'alayhi wa sallam expressed sadness on the passing of his son, Ibrahim.

When 'Abdur Rahman bin 'Auf said, "O Allah's Apostle, even you are weeping!" He said, "O Ibn 'Auf, this is mercy." Then he wept more and said, "The eyes are shedding tears and the heart is grieved, and we will not say except what pleases our Lord, O Ibrahim! Indeed we are grieved by your separation." - Sahih Bukhari"

The family is immersing in this, and we hope that Allah ta'ala accepts our grief in following the footsteps of His beloved.

It has been a rollercoaster week. It has been busy full of visitors, it felt like Eid, but our father's Eid, celebrating meeting his Lord. We thank you for your continuous du'as, charities under our late father's names, tahlil and solatul janazah from Baghdad to Yemen, from Makkah and Madinah, even in Malaysia, Indonesia and Australia.

Once again, thank you and please send an Al-Fatihah to our father, and founder of WANs Education 21, Ustaz Cikgu Mohamed Yusuf Zuhri.

#yusufzuhri

Muhammad is a man but not like any men.

He is like ruby, a gem from paradise,

while we are pebbles, fake gems in disguise.

He had physical attributes like other human beings,

but his was perfect while our sins were seen.

His blessed fingers had water gushing out,

while our hands sweat when we are being called out.

When our hand slaps, it hurts others deep,

but a tap of his, could produce milk from sheep.

When we slumber, we snore and we dream,

when his eyes are closed, his heart was with him.

People claim that the Prophet is a man like you and me,

therefore don't praise him so much,

don't turn him into a deity.

But his movements and walk are Divinely guided,

his breathing and talk are Divinely inspired.

We submit and obey to our base selves,

to our carnal desires, from the lower self.

We can't even turn away from evil actions,

and you say revering the perfect creation is an abomination?

If only we learn about him with the eyes of our heart,

we will realize, how much with him, we don't want to part.

So ignore what they say,  we'll salawat together,

with hopes on the Final Day, with him we will gather.

Ameen.

Alhamdulillah, with the grace of Allah ta'ala, we finally completed of the works of Imam Ghazali (ra). By we, I mean  my  Tijani  friends and I. Flipping back to the first page, I saw a scribble which noted the date we started: way back in 2021. The contents of the book do not only speak about the Sifat of Allah ta'ala; it offers positions, stances, arguments and points of views. 

It is a loaded book, it is not a light read. One cannot simply take it as a light read, especially if they are not students of knowledge. It could be misinterpreted if not read properly, if not unpacked fully, if not studied from teachers. I love the challenge though; the need to read and do my homework before going through the book with my brother and sisters.

The last few pages of the book, it concluded with two grounding points: firstly, on the the states of a believer: how to respond if someone asks if you are a believer or not. Do you say, 'Yes' or 'Insha Allah'? That itself is a long discussion.

Secondly, on traits of a hypocrite. 

After going through the paragraphs, I glanced at the screen and  I saw, all of them...all of them had their hands on a part of the head or face.

We were having lunch in a beautiful town called Sonamarg. My husband and I had finished earlier and decided to take a walk around the area.

Picturesque mountains at every turn, even at the backyard of the restaurant (which was where we ended up taking photos at). Along came two gentlemen who seemed to be locals, doing their business: selling Cashmere shawls. I had a feeling they will try to sell their shawls to us; and we have bought a lot. My husband has used up his money, left for emergency only. I on the other hand, had forgotten to bring my cash. In other words, we were certain there won't be any purchase.

The soft spoken gentlemen squatted on the ground as they opened their huge bindle and unfolded layers and layers of charming shawls from various fabric. One of them picked up one and walked up to my husband who was taking photos of his wife.