[Thoughts] Not yet sincere


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When my uncle asked me what the film (Nur) that I made and won the mokhtar award was about, I just told her that it was a film about a Muslim girl that tried to dispel the stereotypes about Muslims. But it was not really the truth. Nur was made with the intention to glorify God and share my love for God with those feeling the same.

When my dad asked me what my research thesis was about, I said it was an examination of the ways Australia history textbooks taught Asian history. It was not a lie, but at the same time it was not particularly specific. My thesis was not just about Asian history in general; it had a focus, and that was Islamic civilisation.

When somebody asked me what the mokhtar was about, I replied: “it’s a film festival in France.” Again, it’s not a lie. But it’s not the exact depiction of this festival. Mokhtar is special because it’s a festival organised by Muslims with the intention to use visual arts, especially films, to discuss Islam. It’s one of a kind and comes from the sincere love for God of a group of young people in France.

As I reflected on the way I responded to questions about what I was doing, I felt upset at myself. There was nothing wrong with what I did, but for some reasons, I made deliberate attempts to conceal the fact that what I have been doing is often related to Islam or Muslims. It was as if my passion for Islam were a shame.

Why did I respond that way? Probably because I feared that my parents and relatives, who still did not fully accept my Islamic identity, would be enraged and depressed by the topic “Islam”. Probably because I did not want people to make judgement of me – that I’m a religious extremist/fanatic. After all, loving a religion – or living for the sake of God –  in a this secular age makes you sound like an idiot.

However, the truth is that my passion is really Islam and Muslims. I love reading books on Islam; I love contemplating on the teachings of prophet Muhammad (pbuh); I love exploring the long lost Muslim civilisations that I have never had the chance to study. My dream is also to make films about Islam and Muslims. As much as I want these films to be able to reach people’s heart, I want to create films because for me, that is how I consolidate and manifest what I have learned and be inspired by the Books of God, which include the Qu’ran, the Universe and prophet Muhammad (the living Qu’ran).

Yet, it’s disheartening to see myself trying to avoid sharing my passion with other people. It makes me realise how I still try to seek approval and acceptance from the world, and in doing so, I become apologetic and miserable. My religion, as a result, appears shameful, too.

It was not how prophet Muhammed talked about Islam when confronting adversities. It was also not how his Companions reacted to the unbelievers’ mockery of the Prophet and His message. Rather, regardless of whoever or whatever affronted them, they still expressed their pride in the fact that they were struggling for the sake of their faith and for God’s pleasures.

Not only their bravery touched my heart, but also their sincerity made me feel ashamed of my own self. How could I say I love God if I hesitate to express it? How could I say I love God when I treat Him and His beautiful message as something to be hidden? How could I say I love Islam when I even look down at myself?

I could make thousands of excuses about why I hesitated to tell people about my religion. But ultimately, the core reason was that I still crave for this world – the acceptance of people, the status and the security. And because of that love, i have done injustice to the most beautiful religion in the world.

In this modern world, many people laugh at the notion of “living for God’s pleasure”, while some use this notion for their ideological and political agendas. Ordinary Muslims also talk about it, even though several times it is limited to praying and attending mosques. But for me, living for God’s pleasures is the highest purpose of life and something I want to direct my heart to. Laugh at me if you’d like; call me stupid if you’d like, but I pray that I can taste that sincerity (Ikhlas)- the pure sincerity to do things for God and earn His pleasure.

For now, I know I am not sincere. My love for God is compromised by my attachment to this world although I know its transitory and fleeting nature. After all, knowing is one thing; understanding is another matter.

InshaAllah, one day, I can gain sincerity to proudly say to my parents and my friends: “I am a Muslim. I am making films and doing a thesis about Islam, because I love it. I hope you watch it and can see its beauty, too”.

Surely We have revealed to you the Book with the truth, therefore serve God, being sincere to Him in obedience. (Holy Qur’an, 39:2)




[Thoughts] Paradise


When I was a kid, I thought of paradise as a fantastical, cloudy land. It was where I could fly, swim in candies, and talk with my favorite fantasy characters like Doraemon. In short, paradise in my head was sort of like Disneyland.

Now, at the age of 22, paradise means …

  1. a place where things would be preserved in a much better form.  A place where everything beautiful in this world is resurrected and persists forever, where things and people that I loved, have loved and will love would return and never leave me again.
  2. A place where pain stops. A place where my heart can stop aching because of separation, betrayal and disappointment
  3. A place where justice is manifested. A place where oppression, corruption and hypocrisy no longer exists. A place where weak,  disaster-stricken and oppressed people are compensated, where oppressors and unjust people are justly  punished. A place where words like ‘war’, ‘refugee’, ‘crisis’ would become alien and obsolete
  4. A place where my heart can (fully) embrace the joy and happiness of God’s mercies without being disturbed by the pain of the past and the anxieties of the future.
  5. A place where I can continue to learn and be amazed by God’s Infinite Knowledge, Wisdom and Power.
  6. A place where veils are removed, and I can directly ‘see’ and ‘experience’ all the attributes of God.

I have read somewhere that this world gives us some glimpses of both Paradise and Hell.  Thus, Paradise is neither white limbo nor unnatural, unfamiliar place. It’s similar to this world, only thousands or millions or billions or zillions of times better. It’s infinite and always flourishing, just like the incessant blessings and artworks God has displayed in this world.

Even belief in Paradise brings sweetness. Thanks to this belief, I want to strive and stand up again no matter how many times I’ve failed. Thanks to this belief, my heart feels a sense of solace when feeling overwhelmed and despaired by the news. And because of this belief, I know that I need forgiveness more than anything.

The existence of Paradise (as well as Hell) makes known my Creator. I find it hard to even entertain the thought that there’s a God, but there’s no hereafter, no place for God to fully manifest His names of Mercy, Justice, and Power.


When it comes to the topic of the Hereafter, Said Nursi’s explanation of it in “A summary of the Eight Topic” (The Staff of Moses) is still my most favorite. Read it online here if you’re interested






[thoughts] negative



A few days ago I found a new female islamic discussion in a mosque close to my place. I was really happy. Partly because I wanted to listen and learn Islamic knowledge, but mainly because I want to find a community, somewhere to belong.

I’ve been a Muslim for four years. During these four years, I’ve wandered a lot around communities. First, I started with the Turkish Muslim community because they read the Risale-i Nur, the collection that I enjoy reading and reflecting on. It was fun at first; people welcomed and showed me a lot about the Turkish culture. I still remember that when I was 18, I was really fascinated with anything Turkish: the tea, the mosque, the baklava.. For me, it was a whole new world that I, who barely knew anything about the Islamic world, was curious to explore. However, soon that fascination died out. I still admire the Turkish culture, but ultimately it’s not what draws me to the group: I joined because I wanted to be with Muslims, because I wanted to become a part of a community that learned, worshipped and loved God. Yet, no matter what I do, I never feel being accepted as a part of the community simply because I am not Turkish. Yes, when I came to the meeting, they smiled and greeted me; they added me on Facebook. But that was all about it. When they hung out, they never thought of me. When they had a gathering, I was not informed.

Then I decided to be more active and be involved in other Islamic community. I started with my university’s islamic society by volunteering to be their media officer. Again, I knew more Muslims: Malay, Sri-Lankan, Arabic, Pakistani, Afghanistani, Syrian, Palestinian, and so forth. I came to most of the committee meetings and did all the works I was required. Yet, when I left the committee this year due to busy schedules, I also lost contact with all of them. They simply ‘removed’ me from the committee page and I didn’t hear anything from them. Only when we saw each other accidentally at university did we have a short chat, or only when they had weddings did they contact me to ask me to be their photographer for a cheap price.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful that they trusted my capacity to videograph/photograph their weddings, but it hurt me when I realised that I was never in the invitation list, that in their eyes, I was no more than a person who can take photos well.

I remember that one time when I complained about the ethnic division of the Muslim communities, a friend of mine argued that it was also a revert’s responsibility to be active in the community. I held her words deeply, and thus I decided to be more active: to actually get out there and be involved with Muslims. That’s why I joined my university’s Islamic society; that’s why I looked over the Internet to look for volunteering opportunities or group discussion around my areas. I didnt want to wait; I wanted to actively seek for my community.

Yet, despite the efforts, I am still here, crying and wondering who I should contact to talk and discuss. I have become used to doing things alone: reading alone, thinking alone, listening to podcasts alone.

Probably the problem is me: my cultural difference, my taste, my social awkwardness and my timidity in social settings. Probably I haven’t tried enough; probably I’ve not been friendly enough. But what can I do?

Whatever the reason was, my tears couldn’t help pouring out. I thought of Mum and Dad, but what came to mind was their long sighs and coldness because of my embrace of Islam. I thought of my two best friends in Vietnam, who became distant because each of us had our own life that no longer crossed. Then I thought of my few close friends in Australia, who have moved away either because of marriage and job. You know, it’s not healthy to be overwhelmed by these thoughts. You come to loath yourself so so much.

In the end, the remedy to all these negative thoughts is still God. It hurts to be lonely; it hurts to witness this transient world passing by like a wind. But there is a sense of solace when you know that God is there, and that everything perishes except Him. (What would I be like if I dont have faith?)

That’s why I continue my search for a community.  That’s why when I hear of a new Muslim project, a Muslim group discussion, or anything like that, my heart is filled with hope. When prophet Muhammad (pbuh) said we need communities, it demonstrates the importance of unity, brotherhood and sisterhood. Thus, I am willing to get involved again even if it means one day I might return to this state again – the lonely, confused, pessimistic state.

[Thoughts] 22


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Photos: Maira Nguyen.


At 22, I said goodbye to my undergraduate years. Although I still study for my masters, it’s different. The biggest change is perhaps how I see myself. During my undergraduate years, I was confident. I didn’t care how others perceive me and only focused on performing my best with my assignments. However, the master of teaching crushed me as it lay bare my weak speaking skill, my awkwardness in social conversations, and my insensitivity to the workplace politics. After all, I’ve always been an introvert, who prefers keeping thoughts to herself, who struggles in an alien environment and who hardly cares what people think. Yet,  suddenly I am placed in situations where I actually have to care about how I appear to other people, how I control my expression, how I act and behave. Suddenly I begin to ask myself: “Does this person like me?”; “Am I acting appropriately?”, “how can I fit in?”; “am i dumb?” The result is that I lost my confidence and began to hate myself, including my islamic identity. I became a slave of the world even without me realising it, and when I looked at my mirror asking myself who I am, I was at the state of loss. Therefore, at the age of 22, I understand why Bendiuzzaman Said Nurse said: “Know, O Friend, that we forget, and the worst kind of forgetting is forgetting one’s self.”

At 22, I said goodbye to some of my dear friends. Only when they departed did I comprehend why they were so important to me. To be honest, we are not so compatible in terms of our tastes and personalities. However, what connects us is our love for Islam. I miss those times when we read Quran, praised God, and learned Islam together. I miss those times when we shared our reflections on the universe, the Quran, and the prophets.  These discussions helped us to remind ourselves in the midst of assignments, work schedules and relationships  of why we embrace this beautiful religion and of why we have to be patient, sincere and compassionate. When they left, the discussion also stopped. I continued to read and study Islam myself, but still there was something missing, something that was irreplaceable. For the first time in my life, I felt thirsty of a community – or a group of Muslims learning Islam together. Thus, at the age of 22, I recognise Allah’s Mercy when He has given me so many sincere Muslim sisters to assist me throughout this journey. I also realise that nobody can be an island by him/herself, especially those follow Islam, because Islam is about collaboration and mutual assistance.

At 22, I learn to deal with solitude and free time. Being alone is not fun, and I have tried to distract myself with entertainment, social media and projects to make me avoid the ’time for myself’. However, yesterday I came to realise that i need to stop running around to avoid solitude. Most prophets at some point face solitude, and they use it effectively to reflect on God. That’s what I should do… I have always made excuses to NOT learn Arabic properly. Now it’s time to learn. I have always made excuses to NOT read the history, literature and Islamic books scattered on my bookshelves. Now it’s time to read them. It’s time to leave the world and focus on myself. It’s time to embrace solitude, struggle with the naifs and inshAllah employ it as a vehicle to reach closer to The Creator.

At 22, I know I have changed. I’m no longer the crazy, ambitious idealistic girl who were so fascinated with ideals and dreams.  I have become more practical, more vulnerable and more skeptical. Things that I used to believe are no longer what I hold true. Things that I find obvious  are no longer valid. I even wonder if my thoughts at the moment are ‘enlightenment’ or actually the whispers of my ego (naifs).  I get used to saying “I don’t know” more often.

At 22, amid the changes, losses and several ups and downs of my faith, there is one thing I still believe firmly. That there is a God who is Omnipresent, Merciful and Compassionate. That He wants me to grow up, strengthen my Faith, do righteous deeds and remain hopeful and patient. Thus, when Islam still touches my heart,  when difficulties are still present , I know that God is still giving me a chance. And for that, I want to say Alhamdulilah.

In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful

By (the Token of) Time (through the ages),
 Verily Man is in loss,
Except such as have Faith, and do righteous deeds,
and (join together) in the mutual teaching of Truth,
and of Patience and Constancy.


Sura Al-Asr. The Quran. Translation by Abdullah Yusuf Ali



[Thoughts] A confused being


Photo: Maira.

I just happened to bring my camera with me today. And when I saw this flower, I could not help relating to it. Yes, I am very confused now. I just keep asking myself why something like that happens, and if I am the wrong one. My ego claims no, but as usual, I don’t trust my ego much in this kind of matter, as ego usually colours your judgement (no matter how objective you want to be)

I guess that’s a part of growing up – to realise that there’s nothing black and white, and that not always you can find the answers. Well, that’s actually something I’ve learned through all these years of liberal arts education. But still, when it comes to my own life, I feel like I know nothing at all.

I kept asking why, and it got tiring. Now I just want to pray. Pray that everything will be fine for all of us, and that if I have made any mistake, may God forgive me.


[Photos] My friend’s wedding.


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A few weeks ago my friend asked me if I could take photographs of her nikah (Islamic wedding). Of course I agreed and felt deeply honored that she would trust me, an amateur photographer, to capture the precious moments of her wedding.

It was an enjoyable experience, although I was quite stressed and exhausted because of following people around to get good shots. But I loved watching my friend, her husband and their families at the moment they exchanged vows. There was a mix of emotions – happiness, sadness and even awkwardness, which then melt into laughter, smiles and tears.

To be honest, watching them made me feel a bit jealous. I bet they didn’t realise how lucky they were to have their parents being Muslims and fully supporting the marriage. I really wonder if my wedding (if I ever marry) would be this cheerful and moving. I mean, I can totally imagine my dad refusing to attend if I wear the headscarf, or my parents feeling annoyed because the guy I (will) choose is not accepted to their standard. Yes, that’s what happens when you are a Muslim revert: sometimes family gathering and reunions bring more anger, annoyance and arguments than laughter.

But still, my parents are awesome people, who love me dearly and whom I respect and cherish wholeheartedly. InshaAllah, they will get used to my faith and understand for me. InshaAllah I can wear hijab in front of them one day.

Anyway, I go off track again. Here are the photos of my friend’s wedding.





























[thoughts] Changes


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Some flowers near my apartment… How beautifully they have been made!

A lot of things have happened since the last time I wrote here. A lot of changes have happened to my life. I guess I will summarise them here in this post.


My niece, Ayah, was born and is already 3 months old. I still remember that the day she came into this world was a chilly day of Ramadan.  I still remember sitting my room, typing a letter to my unborn niece, and sincerely praying that she would come out safe and sound. I still remember bursting into tears when my niece was sent to a special unit due to some issues with her body, and I still remember how I fell in love with her right at first sight.

Now Ayah is already 3 months old – healthy and chubby. She has become the apple of my eyes, the source of my happiness, hope and love. When I see her smiling at me, my heart melts. When I watch her sleeping, my heart prays that I would be able to be with her when she grows up. I imagine myself teaching her about the world, playing with her and listening to her sweet and innocent voice. To be honest, I find these feelings strange because I never thought I loved babies, or was able to care for others. I considered myself self-centered, whose main worries revolved around myself. However, when I met Ayah, I discovered what it meant to place hope on someone else, to care about somebody’s future even more than my own one’s. Thus, with the birth of Ayah Nur and me becoming an aunty for the first time, I think I have understood a little more about the attributes of Compassion and Mercy, that is, the capacity to love and care for somebody else unconditionally.  This further increases my gratitude to God, because by ‘experiencing’ the names of God, I also understand (more) how Merciful and Compassionate God is to all creatures, how everything He does to us indeed is to facilitate us to reach our potentials, and how He would continue to assist us no matter how we respond to His provision and Mercy.


For the last few months, I also had to say goodbye to two of my housemates, who were also my friends. They moved out to begin their new life with their partners, and I was left with many memories. The new tenant has come, and although she’s super nice, sweet and amicable, I cannot help comparing the present with the ‘idealised’ past, when the apartment is not only a shared house, but a place of learning, sharing and laughters. This again shows me that no matter how life has prepared me, I am still slow in adapting to changes. It always takes me a while to get used to the new pace of life, and I am often in nostalgic mode for months. But as my experience has shown, I would eventually get used to the the new life, and everything would be fine (inshAllah).


I am doing a secondary teaching course and have finished placements at 2 high schools.

I still love the idea of teaching, but the course has really pushed me to confront many of my weaknesses. One of them is my stuttering, which is worsened by my accent and my soft voice. Although I know the content well, I never felt confident to speak in front of the local kids. My students, however, had been supportive, and they generally told me that they understood me. However, my mentor was frank: “Your soft voice and then the accent … can make it difficult to hear”. I really don’t know what to do. I cried a lot in the first semester, and in the second, I told myself everyday that I would improve with time and thus I must be patient.

Can I really improve, though? Can I really become a good teacher who inspires students, or will I become somebody who just lectures and the students just sleep off? Will somebody even hire me as a humanities teacher?

I don’t know. As usual, my future is uncertain and scary, and all I can do is striving and relying on God.  For now, ahamduilah that Allah gave me decent students who respected me despite my incompetence, that my mentors were supportive and kind, and that I had learned a lot of theories on education, some of which were beautiful and inspiring.


Although I tremble at the pace of changes and the arrival of new obstacles, I am also deeply grateful to God. I’m grateful because I know that all these changes are designed to help me learn, or to overcome my weakness and thereby grow up.

And thus, from the bottom of my heart, I want to say ‘alhamdulilah.’

“Your short and limited lifespan, which lasts only until the hour appointed for it, is neither antedated or postponed. So do not grieve for it, be anxious about it, or burden it with worldly ambitions that cannot be achieved while you are live” (Said Nursi, “The Sixth Treatise”, in Al-Mathnawi Al-Nursi: Seedbed of Light).

[thoughts] prayers for the heart


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Photo: Taken at Uni of Melbourne in August 2015.


Although I have faced separation several times in my life, it doesn’t mean I have become an expert in saying goodbye. Although I’m aware that this life is “nothing but a quick passing enjoyment” (Quran 40:39), it doesn’t mean my heart has fully accepted that fact. In contrast, it still cries bitterly when seeing the people it loves depart.

Many things have happened this year, and everyone around me seems to begin a new chapter of their life. Some get married; some go to another country; some welcome the birth of their new baby.

Suddenly when I go home, I realise that I am alone in the apartment. Suddenly I burst into tears when I don’t know who I should call and talk. Suddenly I realise that there’s only One Being who is listening to my cries, who is witnessing my tears, and who’s seeing through my ego and instinctual soul. That Being is nobody but Allah (God).

Oh Allah, please grant my heart peace and hope in this changing time of my life. Oh Allah, please make it understand the inevitability of separation and the transcience of life. Oh Allah, please make my ego accept that the world doesn’t revolve around me, and that nothing is owned by me.

Please enable me to say sincerely like Imam ash-Shafii: “My heart is at ease knowing that what was meant for me will never miss me, and that what misses me was never meant for me”

“There’s something amazing about this life. The very same worldly attribute that causes us pain is also what gives us relief: Nothing here lasts. What does that mean? It means that the breathtakingly beautiful rose in my vase will wither tomorrow. It means that my youth will neglect me. But it also means that the sadness I feel today will change tomorrow. My pain will die. My laughter won’t last forever but neither will my tears. We say this life isn’t perfect. And it isn’t. It isn’t perfectly good. But, it also isn’t perfectly bad, either.”
Yasmin Mogahed


[Thoughts] O my niece who has not yet been named


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(Photo: M.)

Dear my niece,

At this moment, my sister, or your mother, is struggling to give birth to you in the hospital. Your father is there, too, supporting her with his prayers and words.

I am here in my bedroom, unable to do anything except offering my supplication to God that both you and your mother will be safe and sound. I intended to go to the hospital, but was advised not to. I also think I don’t need to be there: I won’t be of much help. Thus, I stayed at home, did the taraweeh prayer, and had an Islamic discussion with my housemates. We ended our halaqa with a prayer, and I believe everyone was asking God that you would come to this world safe and sound.

O my niece who has not yet been named! I look forward to meeting you. I look forward to watching you enjoying the warmth of the sunlight, the chilliness of the breezes, and the wetness of a water droplet. I look forward to showing you my favorite things in the world – sunflowers, the blue sky, ice-cream, hot chocolate, books and so on. I look forward to watching you exploring this beautiful world, getting to know many Names/Attributes of God.

O my niece who has not yet been named! I can’t wait to tell you that your parents really love you and are willing to do anything for you. One day I will share with you your mum’s messages, which are filled with worry and anxiety about your health. I will tell you how she prays for you every night, how she follows every kind of diet recommended by the doctors to ensure that you will be born healthy and strong, and how she keeps talking about you when she’s with me. I want you to know that you are a blessed child, that you are the hope of your parents, and that you always have a home to return to.

O my niece who has not yet been named! I can’t wait to tell you that life is not always easy. There will be obstacles, difficulties and hardships; some people will oppose and hurt you; and for certain you will have to experience some sort of losses. But don’t be discouraged! Remember that you are a visitor in this guest house, Whose true owner is none but God. Thus, rely on Him, seek help from Him, and say “He is the Lord of the World, and to Him everything returns”.  By doing so, inshaAllah you will stay strong, determined, sincere and patient to overcome all the challenges of your life.

O my niece who has not yet been named! Remember that when you face challenges, pray to God and trust Him. When you are happy, pray to God and thank Him. When you despair, pray to God and ask for His Clemency.

O my niece who has not yet been named! I know that your parents must have a lot of expectations for you. But I also believe what they want most is that you will grow up as a devoted servant of God – a grateful, compassionate and courageous human being. We cannot decide your fate and your journey of faith, but we will try to give you all the knowledge that we have.

But for now, my niece, please come to this world, safe and sound.