from a pious and devoted muslim family, i was exposed to Islam in the early days of my life. however, the cross road began during my mid-adolescent years, where i met ‘my brother’ and soon began to exhibit the curiosity of my faith.
dad was the ‘king of the pack’, who is a no-nonsense man. his strict demeanor, means no girlfriend while schooling, and making sure that i hanged out with the right group of children which he deems desirable etc. mum, who was then a religious teacher in a nearby mosque was my source of inspiration and knowledge. in other words, she was my role model. this does not implies any perfection, but rather the good traits which i’ve learn from them. lol, maybe some of the bad ones too…
apart from the secular academic which i attended everyday, it was a dreadful period as i was also balancing my time between madrasah classes and tuition. anyway, neither i took these lessons too seriously then. it was nothing more than an everyday activities. my attention was religiously making friends, catching fishes in the canal, trapping spiders, skipped classes etc whichever i distinctively term as fun. too soon, reality eclipses the fun-loving me.
