Jawatankuasa Penggerak Masjid

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.

Alhamdulillah, as of last Tuesday, I have officially been appointed as a member of Jawatankuasa Penggerak Masjid (JPM) UiTM Lendu, under Biro Publisiti.

The story starts a long, long time ago, back in 2013. Sometime during Ramadhan, the seniors were recruiting new Badan Dakwah dan Rohani (BADAR) members. I had a slight urge to sign up because I was slowly falling in love with Islam, but I felt horribly unworthy. Plus, I had some event that clashed with the meeting with possible new recruits. But that event finished early, and I noticed that the meeting was still going on inside the surau. But the girls yang pergi semua baik-baik, berilmu, tutup aurat dengan sempurna. Aku ni siapa je. What if there was a hafazan test or something? Nanti aku tergagap-gagap.

Plus… some so-called alim people were nice enough to give doubtful comments such as, ‘Kau nak join BADAR?’.

One thing I hope to never do, is to make a ‘bad person’ feel like a bad person. It’s not like I’m a good person.

It was that night or the night after that when there was an announcement from Surau An-Nur, calling everyone who had represented the school in any competitions this year to assemble in the surau because apparently we could get $$$ or something.

Since I entered Spell-It-Right two months ago, I went with a friend. But nothing seemed to be happening – other than another BADAR recruit meeting. My friend gave up, cursed the seniors and went back to the hostel. I followed her. But somehow, Allah gave me the hidayah to make a 180-degree turn and go back to the surau. I, being an extremely curious being, wanted to at least hear what the existing BADAR members had to say, even if it meant getting judgemental and sceptical looks from the so-called alim people. Just one look at them, and I just knew they were asking themselves, “Why is she here?”.

Luckily I possessed the strength to fight all of that.

That night we were given a briefing about how important sincerity is. And I remember until today that Abang Z said, if you really want to be a BADAR member, you are a BADAR member.

So I became a BADAR member. Despite not wearing handsocks. Despite not memorizing doa selepas azan and Ayat Kursi. Despite being a timid, insecure person. Despite not knowing if I knew how to give dakwah to others. Despite my infinite number of flaws.

But joining BADAR pushed me to become a better person. Handled events, cleaned the surau, learned the meaning of teamwork, gained confidence to invite others to do good, became imam a few times for Zohor prayer on Fridays, memorized Ayat Kursi (terpaksa sebab kena baca kuat-kuat kat ampaian waktu malam hahahah). That Ramadhan was the best Ramadhan of my life so far. My Islamic knowledge was still very limited compared to other students then, but the spiritual high I felt was amazing.

Eventually I stepped down. Sat for SPM. Received SPM results. Entered university.

I believe it was the second night of Minggu Destini Siswa (MDS) when I decided to sit at the second saf. It was my first time performing solat Jemaah in UiTM because I was still ‘on leave’ the day before. There was this one akak, Kak C, who gave a tazkirah at the front. She told us to be active and join societies, particularly Islamic societies. Because in university you can do whatever you want and nobody will care. If you join an Islamic society, at least you have something keeping your feet flat on the ground.

And best of all, she, the imam with the tudung labuh, a PMDS and the one who just gave us a tazkirah, told us she was a Mass Comm student in her sixth semester.

Well, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was like, “NAK NUMBER AKAK!!!”. And she had to repeat her number many times, ‘cause apparently a lot of people wanted her number.

A week after that, I was horribly miserable and feeling the pain of being a Mass Comm student.

Why are my classmates like that? Why won’t my housemates do that? Why is my lecturer doing that?

So I put myself together and typed out a long message to Kak C. She gave me soothing words of advice and said that with Allah’s will, JPM might conduct regular usrahs at Kolej Tun Sabariah.

What you have to understand is that Kolej Tun Sabariah is the newest and the grandest hostel. With ten floors and A-class facilities, you can almost imagine it as a hotel. It’s on top of a hill, standing tall above the rest of UiTM Lendu. Not to mention that its residents gain the jealousy of not  only students from every other hostel in UiTM Lendu, but just about every other university in this country. Other Part 1 students are like “Fuyyo, budak Sabariah” while some  not-Part-1 students just outright dislike us because “baru Part 1, tak tahu apa-apa, dah dapat duduk Sabariah”.

It is also the loneliest hostel.

It’s far away from everything (other hostels, KPP1, KPP2, the mosque, the surau, the lake, ATM machines, etc). The only thing near to Sabariah is KPP3 (academic block for Mass Comm, TESL, Tourism and Pra-Diploma students). I guess Dewan Taming Sari is pretty near, too. Other than that, nothing. It’s difficult to socialize, and going to events at the bottom of the hill is tedious, especially at night.

Oh, and we have no history or traditions… YET. Other colleges have been established since… God knows when. From the last century also got one. So semangat kolej diorang ni sangat kuat. Terutamanya kolej siswa. Kolej Sabariah? Well, we’re working on it! J

Well, as they say, it’s lonely at the top.

But my point is, JPM usrahs are now conducted in two places, Surau al-Mawaddah and Kolej Sabby. Do you SEE how it’s like… there’s Kolej Tun Sabariah, and then there’s the rest of UiTM Lendu.

Anyway, the first JPM usrah was lovely. We had no idea where to conduct it, so Ayu and I invited the akaks to our house. 22 people gained Islamic knowledge and built ukhwah in our living room that night. Alhamdulillah there are still regular usrahs until today. (If you’re from reading this and you’re from, and want to join, please don’t hesitate to contact me!)

The akaks in the Whatsapp group always invite us to Islamic events and such. I sometimes go, with a few friends, and sometimes I don’t. But Alhamdulillah, I think it was because I showed up at that one event, that I was called for the (very sempoi) JPM interview. It was conducted in Masjid al-Hikmah on a Thursday. There were around fifteen Part 1 girls who were interviewed. Four were chosen. By some miracle, I was one of them. Alhamdulillah!

But as Kak A, our ex-NYDP said, those who aren’t chosen for committee membership are still a part of JPM. The only difference is whether you’re part of the leadership board or not. Plus, there’s always Part 2, 3, 4 and so on. Not to mention INSAN, the other Islamic society here.

Before I joined JPM… I thought, you know what, I really can do whatever I want. Tomorrow, I could take my hijab off. I could mess around with boys. I could go clubbing. Who would stop me?

But now that I am a JPM member, I can’t possibly do all those things. I’m not saying we should do good only to maintain our reputation in the eyes of other people. InsyaAllah I wouldn’t take my hijab off, mess around, or go clubbing even if I never became a JPM member. But… at least there is something keeping my feet flat on the ground.

The Annual Grand Meeting was held on Tuesday, the 11th of August. It was actually really sad saying goodbye to the JPM members in their last semester. Even Kak C stepped down. I may have only known them for a while, but I love them so. We love most of our friends because they get our jokes, or because we have the same taste in movies, but what is more pure than loving someone for the sake of Allah? I could’ve been an average Sabariah girl, making friends with only people my age, mostly from my own faculty, and probably two or three seniors. Instead, I have made connections from every semester, every course, and I have no doubt that they all love Allah.

I definitely do not want to be a Siswi 3K (Kelas, Kafe dan Katil).

Alhamdulillah, I went up on stage and received my membership. 45 JPM members this round. Tahniah dan takziah, they said. Siapa je tak takut nak jadi pemimpin? It is a heavy burden. And I am far from thinking I am better than other people.

Our first official meeting will be on Sunday, InsyaAllah.

May He guide us all to the straight path.

As long as you’re still alive, it’s never too late to start doing good.

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