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| Democracy, Islam and Malaysia’s ruling party Posted: 21 Jul 2011 05:26 PM PDT JULY 22 — I think the ruling party in Malaysia has become a little bit confused about how they should be governing the country in this day and age. We've all heard it mentioned that they fight for the rights of Malays and Islam . . . so much so that they are beginning to sound like a broken record. Now why do I say they're confused? Well, they seem to have this thinking whereby Islam rejects democracy when it is really the opposite. They seem to think that the people should not have a voice and that the majority is what they determine instead of what the people determines. By denying the people their right to express themselves and to determine how they are governed, as in the case of Bersih 2.0, they are really rejecting the Islamic way. But it's hard to blame them when many of the Islamic countries around the world reject democracy too and seem to embrace autocratic rule. They seem to think that if they build tall buildings and expensive highways, then Malaysia would be considered a progressive and modern Islamic country. But they failed to consider that by rejecting democracy and going for the all-popular autocratic route, they are really moving backwards and not being progressive at all. Let's go back to the early days of Islam when Prophet Muhammad was leading the Muslims all those hundreds of years ago. He made it a point not to select a successor and left it to the people to do so. Hence, the first four caliphs; Abu Bakar, Omar, Osman and Ali, were chosen by the people. It was only after all the fighting and wars fought that autocratic rule came to exist in Islam, with the Indian Mughals and the Baghdad Abbasids leading the way. Now why did these groups of people advocate autocratic rule? It was because they suffered from the delusion that they were all elitists and had a right to rule. So I would like to humbly remind the ruling party about the concept of Khilafat in Islam, whereby a state government needs to be ruled by the free choice of the people. Khilafat also promotes the fundamental rights of all human beings irrespective of gender or creed, the independence of a judiciary, and, in this context, Shura. Shura means the consultation of the people in a particular society by the people who are in that particular government. The Quran states, in Surah Al Shura: "Those who listen to their Lord, and establish regular prayer; who conduct their affairs by mutual consultation; who spend out of what we bestow on them for sustenance, [are praised]." "The blame is only against those who oppress men with wrong doing and insolently transgress beyond bounds through the land, defying right and justice: for such there will be a penalty grievous." And also in Surah Al Imran: "So by mercy from Allah , [O Muhammad], you were lenient with them. And if you had been rude [in speech] and harsh in heart, they would have disbanded from about you. So pardon them and ask forgiveness for them and consult them in the matter. And when you have decided, then rely upon Allah. Indeed, Allah loves those who rely [upon Him]." As it is so obvious, Islamic governance, at its core, pushes for full, neutral and unbiased participation among the people and the government. One of the factors that led to the fall of the great Abbasid empire was because their claim to rule was due to the fact that they were "born" to do it and it was hereditary. Funnily enough, they tried to control their huge empire by relegating authority to local rulers, who ironically, passed on their rule to their sons in a very feudal fashion. And so their empire crumbled. So my advice to the ruling party in Malaysia would be to be more Islamic and embrace true democracy. They may not realise it but what they are doing really will be the tipping point of when their empire will crumble. * The views expressed here are the personal opinion of the columnist. Full Feed Generated by Get Full RSS, sponsored by Used Car Search. |
| Posted: 21 Jul 2011 05:12 PM PDT JULY 22 — Once upon a time, there was a poor woodcutter who lived in a cottage at the edge of a big forest with his two children: a boy named Hansel and a girl called Gretel. He loved them very much, although God knows why he couldn't have given the kids better names.[1] Sadly, their mother, Chlotichilda,[2] died when they were very young. She accidentally stabbed herself in the neck with a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils while getting ready to go to the farm one morning. It was not a pretty sight. The woodcutter later remarried the daughter of a local butcher who was not only ugly, but also absolutely loathed the children. She nagged incessantly that they ate too much, that there was not enough food for anyone else. Times were hard and the economy was suffering from a recession not seen since The Great Depression. Recovery had been tepid at best, and everyone was struggling to put food on the table. "There are too many mouths to feed! We shall starve if this goes on, so we must get rid of the two brats," she declared one night. "We must take them into the forest and leave them there — far enough so that they won't find their way back." The woodcutter initially protested, but he didn't want to risk sleeping on the couch for an extended period. With the threat of a prolonged sex embargo looming large over his head, he reluctantly agreed. The children had heard them talking, and Gretel began to cry. "Be strong, Gretel," said Hansel calmly. "Crying can be perceived as weak, and this doesn't augur well for the government's policy to ensure that women make up at least 30 per cent of the board of public listed companies in this country," he added. "I'll think of something. I'm a man. By definition, I'm a problem solver and I fix things. Haven't you read the book 'Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus'?" added Hansel. Actually Hansel had no clue what to do but he figured it was important that he appeared in control. Otherwise, Gretel would have kept crying and that would have been very annoying. Hansel finally came up with an idea. He slipped quietly out of the back door, filled his pockets with little white pebbles, and went to bed. The next morning, the whole family set out into the forest to cut wood. As their stepmother led them deeper and deeper into the forest, Hansel secretly dropped the white pebbles, one by one as he went. They finally stopped for a spot of R&R, and the stepmother asked Hansel and Gretel to wait there while she and their father went to cut some wood. She promised to fetch them when they were ready to leave. The children waited and waited until it got dark, and it dawned upon them that they had been abandoned. "They've left us!" sobbed Gretel, stating the obvious. "And I am so cold and hungry." "Don't worry, Gretel," said Hansel. "Come along, let's find the way home." Ever the gentleman and protective brother, Hansel wrapped his coat around Gretel's shoulders as they set out for home. Soon it grew too dark to see, but the moon — rather conveniently — came out from behind the clouds. Suddenly, the children saw something glinting on the ground. Gretel — who by this time had started hallucinating — initially thought that it was a bunch of VVS1, D-colour diamonds from Antwerp, but Hansel instantly knew that they were the pebbles that he had dropped on the way into the forest. They followed the path and traced their way back home. The woodcutter was ecstatic — not to mention a little bit sheepish – to see his children safely home again. The stepmother was properly flummoxed and, naturally, not amused. Weeks passed and times grew even harder as a result of a double dip economic recession, which was further exacerbated by the strengthening euro which made export less competitive. Worse, the nation descended into chaos and anarchy as demonstrators3 took to the streets. The government was forced to work hard to convince investors that the country still had much to offer. It got to a point where the family was only left with half a loaf of bread, half a Kitkat, a bottle of Hillsburg non-alcoholic malt drink.[4] The stepmother told the husband in no uncertain terms that his time he must take the children into the forest and make sure they never come back. The woodcutter tried to protest again, but he was swiftly reminded of the impending sex embargo. Emotional blackmail is a powerful thing, you see,[5] and the poor sod was sent to bed without his supper. The children heard everything but this time Hansel could not find any white pebbles. Wah, what a predicament lah! Early the next morning, their stepmother gave the children each a slice of bread, and once again led them into the forest. As Hansel had no pebbles, he had to drop his slice of bread, crumb by crumb, to mark the route. In the very depths of the forest, the stepmother once again told the children to wait until she came to fetch them, and predictably, once again she did not return. Anxious to get home before it grew too dark, Hansel and Gretel set out to find the breadcrumbs that would show them the way back home. Much to their shock and consternation, they couldn't find any because the angry birds[6] of the forest had eaten them all! "Don't worry," said Hansel with the firm conviction of a non-governable organisation (NGO) leader, although he himself was petrified of the frightening shadows in the darkness. "We'll soon find the way." But they stumbled all night and of course they couldn't find a way. Being a guy, Hansel refused to ask for directions even though they were clearly lost. Google Maps and the GPS were not yet invented, so the situation was pretty hopeless. The two children huddled together all night for warmth and when dawn broke, they started to wander about the forest until they chanced upon a strange cottage. Much to their delight, they discovered that the house was entirely made of gingerbread, cakes, barley sugar, milk chocolate and all that fattening stuff. Starving but delighted, the children began to break lumps of the house wall and gobbled them whole, but not before reciting the doa makan. Hansel kept eating the roof, while Gretel thought the windowpanes were particularly tasty. Obviously this was not very healthy, as it will encourage kids to get high on sugar and, over time, become obese. More importantly, breaking off pieces of the cottage will affect its structural integrity as it is no longer faithful to the blueprint as designed and computed by a competent civil or structural engineer. "Well, well, well! Having an awfully grand feast, aren't we?" croaked an old woman who suddenly appeared from the doorway. "You two look famished. Come inside and I'll cook you a proper meal." Soon, Hansel and Gretel were tucking into the best meal they had eaten for a long time.[7] After a hefty dinner and scrumptious desserts, a mighty belch-fest ensued,[8] and the children — very full and tired — soon crashed in bed and snored the night away. Now, dear readers, you've probably realised[9] that this old woman was, in fact, a very evil witch whose modus operandi revolved around luring children to visit her delicious house, fattening them up, and cooking them in the oven. Sure enough, the next morning she seized Hansel and locked him in a cage, while Gretel was forced to do all the housework. "We must fatten the boy up," she cackled.[10] Thereafter, she cooked big meals for both children every day, and every night she told Hansel to poke his finger out of the cage to see how fat he was getting. Each time, Hansel poked a chicken bone out of the cage instead, and the very short-sighted witch thought he wasn't getting any fatter. This was pre-contact lenses and pre-LASIK,[11] you understand. The witch was baffled why Hansel didn't get fat despite all the food, and after a while, she lost all patience and decided to eat him anyway. "Fat or thin, I shall cook him now! Stoke up the oven, my dear," she commanded Gretel.[12] "I don't know how to," said Gretel. "I mean, it's not like this oven comes with an instruction manual. Can you show me then?" "It's easy, you daft git," snapped the witch. "Like this!" The wicked old woman turned so abruptly, and in a classic, slapstick Harold Lloyd[13] moment, she tripped and lost her balance, and fell headlong into the flames.[14] Gretel promptly opened Hansel's cage and he leapt out and embraced his sister. They went outside, ate pieces of the house a bit more, and stuffed some into their pockets before continuing on their way. They walked through the forest until it was too dark to see between the trees. Once again, they were hopelessly lost. They were about to give up hope when the moon rose above the clouds and something wonderful happened. "Look!" whispered Gretel, pointing to the ground in front of her, where something glinted in the moonlight. "It's one of my pebbles!" cried Hansel. "And look — there's another!" Joyfully, they began to run, following the trail of pebbles. They ran and they ran past Puduraya, Menara Maybank, Central Market, Dataran Merdeka, Stesen KTM and Masjid Negara until, at long last, they reached Stadium Merdeka. I mean, until they saw their home beyond the trees and their dear father. How they rejoiced and hugged each other! The woodcutter had never forgiven himself for abandoning his children in the forest, and his evil wife had left him soon after for a Gouda cheese maker from Eindhoven. In fact, since he had left the children in the forest, he had not had a single happy hour.[15] Now that his children have returned, he worked even harder than before and life began to get better. The local economy improved soon after, thanks to the stimulus package provided by the government and a better investment climate that jumpstarted many industries. Hansel and Gretel also helped out by starting a cupcakes business, and they soon had some money to invest in unit trusts, old and Tabung Haji, and they didn't have to rely solely on EPF. With all their troubles over, Hansel and Gretel and their father were happy at last, and I guess this is a nice way to end this ridiculous fairy tale. Notes: 1 But let's not go there. 2 Another unfortunate name. 3 All 6,000 of them. 4 Certified halal by the authorities. 5 Yes folks, it happens. 6 The feathered, winged, endothermic, vertebrate "live" variety. Not to be confused with the video game developed by Rovio Mobile. 7 Although to be fair, the kids were poor and didn't always have much to eat. So that was not very hard to top, really. 8 Kids, this is not very polite. Don't forget to say "Excuse me" when this happens. 9 Unless you're really, really silly. 10 These old witches always cackled – they never learned to speak properly, did they? 11 We recommend the Eye & LASIK Centre at Prince Court Medical Centre, Kuala Lumpur, which employs the latest VisuMax Femtosecond Laser and MEL 80 Excimer Laser. Prices for this premium bladeless procedure start at RM6,990.00. 12 You know you're in big trouble when an evil witch addresses you as "my dear". 13 Harold Clayton Lloyd, Sr. (April 20, 1893 – March 8, 1971), American film actor and producer who ranks alongside Charlie Chaplin as one of the most popular and influential film comedians of the silent film era. 14 Being wicked, you probably expect her to have died a more brutal death e.g. a flying broom accident, but we didn't have time for all that here. 15 No, not THAT Happy Hour, you idiot! * Excerpt from a work in progress: "Updated Fairy Tales". Copyright Mohd Suhaimy Kamaruddin, July 2011. * The views expressed here are the personal opinion of the columnist. Full Feed Generated by Get Full RSS, sponsored by Used Car Search. |
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