Taking notes

Last weekend MISG held a Tamrin Nuqaba for the graduating seniors. Students from Vanderbilt U, Minnesota, and Wisconsin among others came. I met some wonderful Malaysian sisters Masyaallah.

They had invited our local ex-MSA president to give two talks. Afraid that B might feel left out among the Malaysians, hubby decided to attend the talk. We all tagged along. The first talk he gave, we left the kids. The second one, the kids were all hyped up to see and hear Ammu B.

When B started giving the talk, S and N sat with me, and H sat with hubby with the rest of the brothers. I had told the kids that they could take notes when Ammu B gave the lecture. They nodded enthusiastically. H complained of not having any paper. I made sure he had some.

As for the girls, they were a tad distracted by a family friend's daughter during the talk. However, I noticed H sitting seriously next to hubby, taking down notes. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. This boy who was running all over the place before, was now seated quietly with a serious expression, taking down notes.

When the talk was over, we left for home, and I saw H's notes:

A jeboa is a animal

The munaqfikin pertend to be a muslim

a lie is bad even if its small

if you say your goig to come somewhere and you dont its a sin

peopole want to show of your deeds (to which he said "Their deeds I mean.")

if some body dosent want to be a muslim than thats becaus bad stuff

if peopole think that their goig to hurt someones feelings and say something else then thats not lying


B's talk was about the Munafeeqoon. I was really impressed by his notes, and more impressed by the fact that he had sat there quietly throughout the whole talk. I had repeatedly commended him whenever hubby brought him to the Friday prayers. Everytime he came home I asked,

"So what was the khutbah about today?"

"Was it interesting?"

"Yeah. I like the sto-wees," he said, eyes widening.

He retold the khutbah in his own way. One was about a cat who was left inside a room with no food and water. However he did complain about one thing when I asked him if he liked the one at the masjid of the one on campus better. When he answered, I asked him why, and he replied,

"Because the man didn't speak good English."

So, am I to understand that my son is able to discern accents in one's speech? No wonder these kids have been correcting our grammar lately!