CHAPTER 10 - MUHABALAH
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Once upon a time in an island far far away.
So the prince adopted the strategy which had been practiced by men from his kingdom since ages ago. As the men would wait until the wives falls asleep before watching DVD porn in the dead of the night, the prince too will wait for the dragon to snore before sneaking his way out from the dragon's watchful eyes.
The prince summons his magic stone and tells his stone to wake him up before dawn while the dragon is still asleep. However, when the magic stone sang a tune (which sounded like Nokia alarm), the prince mistakenly pressed the "snooze" button before dozing off for another 30 minutes.
Hence, by the time when the prince was tip toeing like a thief moving across the hall towards the exit stair, the dragon was already awaken. To make things most unfortunate, while the prince was creeping towards the stair, suddenly the magic stone sang the stupid Nokia tune again.
‘ting tung tiing tuung ting tung ting tung’ (this is how Nokia tune sounded in novel)
I reversed myself two steps backwards and stood facing her. She was wearing her praying robe, clearly she is a devout Muslim and was about to perform her fajr (dawn) prayer.
"I was just about to go for something to drink" I lied.
"At this hour in the morning?" It was still pitch black outside.
"I'm thirsty" I lied again.
"and bringing that..?" She pointed to my bag back strapped to my shoulder.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"and that?" she pointed to car keys in my hand
I shrugged my shoulders again.
"and wearing that?" she was pointing to the rest of me.
I look down to see if there was anything wrong with my attire - a long sleeves white shirt with black neck tie and a long black trouser to match my shiny black leather shoes.
This time I made a face like Mr.Bean, pretending not knowing what she was getting at.
"So what's your point?" I asked her.
"You know, if you wants to ditch me then at least you should have left a million ringgit behind for my basic expenses going home."
"A million? Why so much?" I bargained.
"Because I'll be depressed and when women are depressed they either eat or go shopping., and I heard its a sale in Penang this time of year"
"Hmmmmm.. Men don't do that.." I contemplated.
"No, when men depressed they usually invade another country.." She responded.
I began back tracking my steps all the way returning to my room while she watch. I did not have a million ringgit cash in my backpack to pay my getaway ransom. So I guess I will have to stay imprisoned for another day until I can figure something else out.
Later at 10 a.m we were both standing on a side of a road facing a terrace house at Juru, Penang. This is where my first interview with Mr Lam would take place.
Because of the presence of Syafiqah in this investigation, I have no choice but to shift my tactic until the time I manage to escape from her evil clutches. This witness - Mr Lam Si Kiong - was not amongst the three person I was planning to bribe because I considered him to be insignificant. He had never met Fatimah and thus could not possibly know how she died. But I needed to show Syafiqah that I was doing my best investigating her sister's death and hopefully once she saw that then she will fulfills her promise this morning during breakfast and went back to Kuala Ketil leaving me alone.
It took her a while to think it over. After two and a half plates of fried mee and several refills of chocolate ice cream, she finally agreed to sign the agreement but not before she placed her own condition. I told her that I did not have time to amend and to print a new copies of agreement but she told me that all she wanted is for me to swear. She did not want to sign a new agreement with the hotel I was representing. She wanted an personal undertakings from me - bound by an oath of another Muhabalah.
Whoever taught her about muhabalah will be slapped silly by me if I ever found out who he is. My gut feeling told me that Cacamerba is the guy who had made such a suggestion. If my hunches turned out to be right, some proper kicking on his arse was on its way. If however it turned out to be Imam Ali or Mojo who taught her about this, then some proper kicking on thier arse was also on its way.
Mubahala literally meaning 'mutual prayer' (Arabic: مباهلة Cursing) or Li’an (Arabic: لعان) the parties jointly pray Allah to cast His curse on whichever of the two parties is false. In the Watchers group the muhabalah was performed as part of the Bayat (loyalty oath). For reasons which I shall kept for my own, I will not reveal the full content of our group’s Bayat here. However, it’s sufficient to say that the Muslim members of the group had pledged to support the cause of jihad against they who seek to extinguish the light of Allah with their words or swords.
Our group's muhabalah contains two parts of oath of allegiance or 'bayat'. The first oath started out with “Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim” (In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Compassionate) and ended with Shahada “La ilaha Ila l-Lah, Muḥammad rasulu l-Lah” (There is no god but Allah, and Muhammad is the messenger of God). It was the second bayat that started out with Muhabalah “Wallahi, Wabillahi, Watallahi” (I swear to Allah, In Allah is success and guidance) and ended with "Allahhu Akhbar" (Allah is Great),
The idea behind performing the oath is based on religious and practical grounds. From the religious point of view, it is said by Ibnu Hajar that a person who takes part in Mubahala to support falsehood will not survive its first anniversary. I have witness such curse happened in one of my civil case when I represents a client who swore that that the defendant had indeed sold a piece of land to him. When testifying in the witness dock, my client said “Wallahi, memang dia jual tanah tu pada saya” (Wallahi, he did sell that land to me). The defendant - probably felt challenged by the oath - also went to the dock and testified “Dengan nama Allah, saya tak jual, cuma pinjam duit saja” (By the name of Allah, I did not sell, I just borrowed money from him). This case happened in September 2011 and my client lost his case due to lack of evidence to support the verbal contract. Then, in January 2012 I received a phone call saying that the defendant had been fatally run over by a car. Obviously, God did not permits him to enjoy the fruit of his lies.
Mirza Ghulam Ahmad was born 13 February 1835 as a son to British loyalist Mirza Ghulam Murtaz. The British government did lots of favors for his family so they were loyal to the British. Even during Indian Rebellion of 1857, Mirza Ghulam Murtaz and his family sided with the British.
Mirza Ghulam Ahmad was later chosen for the role of a so-called prophet, so that the Muslims would gather around him and he would distract them from waging jihaad against the English colonialists. He traveled extensively across the subcontinent of India preaching his false ideas and ideals and won a sizable following within his lifetime.
Among those who confronted him and his evil da’wah was Shaykh Abu’l-Wafa’ Thana’ al- Amritsari, the leader of Jama’iyyat Ahl al-Hadeeth fi ‘Umoom al-Hind (The All-India Society of Ahl al-Hadeeth). It started out with Mirza Ghulam inviting The Shaykh to his place at Qaidiniyah to engage in a debate. But when The Shaykh sent his letter of agreement, Mirza Ghulam retracted the invitation. Probably unable to justify his decision to refuse a visit from the Shaykh, Mirza Ghulam paid a newspaper to publish his written muhabalah against the Shaykh. Mirza Ghulam's muhabalah was straigforward - that the one who lie would die by a plague or cholera in the lifetime of the one who was telling the truth.
The printed muhabalah was published on 5th April 1907.
This is where thing get interesting. On 26th May 1908 Mirza Ghulam Ahmad fell ill when in Lahore at the home of Dr. Syed Muhammad Hussain (who was also his physician). He had suddenly developed diarrhea and vomiting (Cholera!). Mir Nasir Nawab, father-in-law of Mirza Ghulam was at his bedside and had wrote that when he went to his side, Mirza Ghulam said: 'MIR SAHEB. I HAVE DEVELOPED EPIDEMIC CHOLERA'. After that Mirza did not say anything clear till he died next day at 10 am in a toilet with his beard yellow covered by his own feces.
Sad ending for a guy who claimed to be a prophet.
From a practical point of view, a Bismillah, a Shahada and Muhabalah was performed during bayat as a filter against any Satanist who might tried to infiltrate the Muslims in the Watchers Group. Imam Ali was quite convinced that no Satanist can recite all three holy recitals.
From a scientific point of view this is not ridicoulous idea because Satan, I believe, is an energy based life form (God created Djin from fire = thermal energy). Human and other biology on earth - on the other hand - are carbon based life form. It is said also that Lucifer (Lucifer is previously an angel = Light Energy) built his throne on water (liquid energy) and Satan enters our body through blood flow (blood = liquid energy / blood flow generate heat = thermal energy ). Now, if it is true (and I think I am) that extra dimensional beings are energy based life form, then they are certainly bound by the laws of thermodynamics (laws of energy). If we take into consideration that energy is highly affected by wave (as energy transport phenomenon), internal energy release by human, and electromagnetic energy mass produced by our earth, then we have a good thing to discuss in the later chapter of this book
(This science thing made my head spin, and I hate to think that I might have to refer to some nerdy theory previously posted in the Watchers Group Forum just so I can write about it in this book.. Damn those four eye nerds!)
Based on this basic belief, Imam Ali argues that because extra-dimensional beings are physically affected by the Holy verses, then people possessed by demon also displays similar inhibition when facing a situation where they themselves are expected to recite the verses.
Still not following me? Allow me use an analogy to demonstrate Imam Ali's point.
Now let say there was a male demon called Demon-X. According to Imam Ali, Demon-X would be literally affected by Al-Quran verses that were read to him. This is actually a common knowledge to all Malay traditional healer. For example, one of the most frequent verse in use is "sum'mum buk'mun um'yun fahum la yarjioon" (صُمٌّ بُكْمٌ عُمْيٌ فَهُمْ لا يَرْجِعُونَ) (meaning: They are deaf, dumb, and blind , so they return not to the right path). Recite this during exorcism and Demon-X would be literally turned deaf, dumb and blind.
Following me now?
Now, lets say that a there is a guy named Mr.A who happens to be a black magic practitioner, then it is a matter of general knowledge that those who dwell in black magic are opening themselves to demonic possession (whether such possession took placed knowingly or unknowingly). Therefore Mr. A as the 'host' would not be able to do anything that the demon inside him refuses or unable to do.
(P/S: I was told that there's one Mr.A politician in Malaysia who learned black magic in Indonesia so that he can mesmerize his listeners whenever he speaks to them in gathering. Hmm..)
Now, lets say.. Hypothetically.. that Mr. A was unfortunate enough to be accused of committing a very serious crime of sodomising someone and the victim was willing to swear under muhabalah that Mr. A had indeed sodomise him, then according to Imam Ali, Mr.A will not be able to perform muhabalah because the demons (there are probably more than one demon inside Mr. A) will not be able to lie if their host performed an oath under God's name. So the most likely scenario we will see is Mr. A making all sorts of bullshits on why he should be excuse from performing muhabalah himself.
At the time I write this story, the newspapers in my country Malaysia is filled with news on verbal attacks launched by three parties against each other. It started out with a guy by the name Raja Petra Kamaruddin who claimed that his former 'boss' Anwar Ibrahim had cowardly instructed WikiLeaks to dropped Raja Petra's name from a dialogue session to be held between Jullian Assigne and Anwar Ibrahim. Later, Malaysian PM Najib described Anwar's refusal to debate with Raja Petra as 'inconsistent with his actions' (it means that Anwar is a coward).
So, on 21 March 2012 WikiLeaks in a press release via Twitter have formally invited Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Razak to a debate with Opposition leader Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim and blogger Raja Petra Kamarudin either together, or in isolation. WikiLeaks also said that the debate will be filmed and "seen by up to 600 million followers" of the controversial website.
Unfortunately I'm not one of Najib's advisers. Otherwise I would advise my boss (Najib) to grab the opportunity to challenge Anwar Ibrahim to perform Muhabalah in front of 600 million people via online. Of course this also means that Najib and Raja Petra will have to be the one who first performing muhabalah too. If my profiling is correct, Anwar will either staged a walk out or simply mumbled something stupid on why refused to perform the same. I simply couldn't imagine what Jullian Assigne's facial expressions will be upon seeing two of his guests suddenly performed a religious curse against his third guest.
That definitely would worth a ticket for pay-per-view.. Haha..
It is interesting to know that one of the necessary item needed to carry a satanic black mass is a stolen 'holy water' from the church. All over the world, holy water is being stolen on daily basis by satanists who wishes to perform Satanic rituals. In fact, the holy water from churches in Vatican, Rome and from Turin is considered the most sought after by Satanist and had been repeatedly stolen by professional thieves. In 2009, The Santa Maria Stella Maris church at Fiumicino, near Rome, has stopped offering holy water to worshipers due to fear that it might be used for satanic rituals. In 2008 Satanists have struck at one of Turin's most famous churches - Chiesa della Gran Madre di Dio, or Church of the Great Mother of God - stealing a vial of holy water and a missal (prayer book).
The fact that 'holy water' is being used in satanic rituals has boggled the mind of priests because it made no any sense whatsoever. I mean, if a holy water will destroy satan, then why would satan wants it badly? Needless to say that such thing never happened to us Muslims. No 'zam-zam water', 'Yaasin water' or 'zafran water' had ever been used by practitioners of black magic because no satanist would be able to use it in any way. For me, the fact that holy water is being sought by satanists should speaks for itself of the true nature of this water.
It is a fact that some of the Jesuits now operating in in this world also carries with them a vial of holy water all the time. In some cases, former apostates have described the change of heart they experienced upon drinking this water. The effect is similar to being fed with 'air pengasih' or 'air pembenci'. Some began to lost all memory about Islam and what it was being a Muslim. Some hated Islam so much for no apparent reason. Some could not even remember how to recite Shahada. In some apostasy cases, it even caused the tongue to turned black upon death.
Upon hearing Syafiqah's request to have me perform another muhabalah, I have no choice but to reject her request. I have already performed muhabalah yesterday when I needed to proof my identity. That was easy because I was telling the truth and have nothing to hide. But today she asked me to promise her that I will do anything to bring the people responsible for her sister's death to justice. That is impossible for me to do considering that I was paid RM5,000,000 to perform exactly the opposites.
But since she has no leverage against me, I threaten her by saying that muhabalah or no muhabalah, I will leave her tomorrow and there is nothing she can do about it. It does not matter to me if she sign the contract or not because the contract was just a matter of convenience. If she signed it then my work has been significantly reduced and I can head back home tomorrow. If she did not sign it then I will have to stay a bit longer and I did not mind on that. I also told her that by the time she received the compensation for her sister's death, the compensation will significantly be reduced to RM360,000.00 which is the amount strictly based on dependency claim under the Malaysian Civil Law Act.
Probably realizing that I was at the winning end of the bargain, she conceded and signed the agreement for RM1 million ringgit (Hurrah!). To make the evidence more solid, I ran to the nearby book store to buy a stamp pad and later told her to affix her thumb print next to her signature. She did that and my job is done.
Now, you probably thought that the story ends here.
Unfortunately for me.. it was not.
During our journey together to this Island, I had lied to her by saying that there was only one person who I wish to interview about her sister's death. Because of this, Syafiqah's only condition before she signed the contract was for me to bring her to meet this witness who might shed a light on what happened to her sister.
Fortunately for me I have in my list Mr. Lam Si Kiong and because of that I agreed to Syafiqah's request. Mr.Lam has no role in Fatimah's death but Miss Pang had mentioned his name as a contractor who restored the old wooden house which later become one of Pang's property at Jerejak Island. According to record, this is where Fatimah stayed with Robert for their 'honeymoon'.
"Just follow me and shut up" I said to Syafiqah as I knocked the door. She nodded.
A middle age Chinese guy wearing a khaki pant and a white shirt opened the door. He was holding a cup of tea in his hand and was probably enjoying his Sunday day-off when we disturbed him.
"Mr. Lam Si Kiong, I presumed?"
What was she doing?
"Yes.. May I help you?" The guy replied to Syafiqah.
"My name is Syafiqah and this is my partner Mohammad. We are wondering if you would be kind to have a minute with us?"
"How can I help you both?" asked Mr.Lam.
For a moment there was silence. Syafiqah did not say anything because she actually has no idea why we were there. I on the other hand was waiting for the loud mouth to say something again without my permission. Then I felt someone stepped on my shoe. Ouch! I guess that was her way of telling me to take the lead.
"I'm representing the owner of a piece of land in Jerejak Island. If you remember, my employer hired you to restore a small house in Jerejak Island a few months ago?"
"Yes, so?" He was sipping his tea now.
"We just need to ask a few question about the restoration process.. If you don't mind?"
Based on how limited his knowledge on the house, this won't take long. Just 30 minutes top and I can wrapped this up and send Syafiqah on her way back to Kedah.
"Why? Someone die in that haunted house, right?"
There was a long paused that followed. Syafiqah was doing her eyebrow thing watching intently on Mr Lam sipping his tea. For me it was like an evil cupid with fangs has just shot an arrow through my head causing me a sudden dizziness.
"Yes, I believe my sister died due to that house..." Syafiqah replied. Her voice turned sharp.
Mr.Lam sipped his tea, still relaxing. "I told that guy that the place is full of ghosts. He wouldn't listen... Come in pretty lady, bring your partner along.. Let's have a tea and I'll tell you everything..."
He opened the door wide for us, beckoning us to come in. Syafiqah went inside the house but when she realized I was not following, she came out again and dragged me in with her.
I wonder if our host has a panadol inside his house for my coming headache?
Ihsan : http://afterdarkwrites.blogspot.com