“Why are you not teaching your children agama?” I could sense how concern she was. It was in her eyes and her face.
“Make me a promise, that you will get an ustaz to teach them. I know you will not be able to teach them”.
“Look at B and look at D, look at their children. How pious they are! Look at adam, look at S, look at A and look at N.”
“Emak, I teach my children religion”.
“mananya?” sarcasm in the most subtle form as only emak can administer
“I teach religion everyday, every minute. I teach them that all promises are to be honored, i teach them to care for parents, I demonstrate to them to be fair in business dealing and in measurement, I showed them the kambings and ayam that practice free sex, I tell them about jenahak and senohong and gelama and ikan duri, “mula-mula cakap bohong lama-lama mencuri”, i teach them to value life, play hard work hard, i demonstrate to them to care for the less fortunate, to protect their kin”
” I admit though that their Solat have been lax. Do you want to communicate directly with God? Why don’t you invoke that super power? Go and speak to God? that’s how I get them excited about solat. Little success so far, but I am sure they will need to have that access to God.”
” I admit though I have not been teaching them much adat or traditions or rituals”
” Look at PM, when he died the children could not even recite the Quran for him” she pounded further
Ouch…
“but emak, I teach them how to find the One God. Go observe and feel the power and presence of God around you. Go and travel the world to find God”
I agree they need to discover the Quran, the Book, the Revelations. They need to know to read the Compass.
Ustaz? mmmmmm
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