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Almarhum Habib Munzir Almusawa

{mosimage}Mengutip sebuah hadits Rasululah shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam yang menjelaskan tentang peran dan dampak seorang teman dalam sabda beliau :

مَثَلُ الْجَلِيسِ
الصَّالِحِ وَالسَّوْءِ
كَحَامِلِ الْمِسْكِ
وَنَافِخِ الْكِيرِ ،
فَحَامِلُ الْمِسْكِ
إِمَّا أَنْ يُحْذِيَكَ ،
وَإِمَّا أَنْ تَبْتَاعَ
مِنْهُ ، وَإِمَّا أَنْ
تَجِدَ مِنْهُ رِيحًا
طَيِّبَةً ، وَنَافِخُ
الْكِيرِ إِمَّا أَنْ
يُحْرِقَ ثِيَابَكَ ،
وَإِمَّا أَنْ تَجِدَ
رِيحًا خَبِيثَة

“Permisalan teman yang baik dan teman yang buruk ibarat seorang penjual minyak wangi dan seorang pandai besi. Penjual minyak wangi mungkin akan memberimu
minyak wangi, atau engkau bisa membeli minyak wangi darinya, dan kalaupun tidak, engkau tetap mendapatkan bau harum darinya. Sedangkan pandai besi, bisa
jadi (percikan apinya) mengenai pakaianmu, dan kalaupun tidak engkau tetap mendapatkan bau asapnya yang tak sedap.” (HR. Bukhari 5534 dan Muslim 2628).

Maka marilah kita berkumpul dengan orang-orang alim dan berilmu agama, sehingga kita semua akan mendapatkan kebaikan.

(Berikut adalah artikel yang ditulis oleh Syekh Khalil, seorang warga negara AS yang masuk Islam, ta’lim di pesantren pimpinan Habib Umar bin Hafidz di
Hadramaut, Tarim, pernah hadir 2 x ke Indonesia dan mengikuti perjalanan dakwah Majelis Rasulullah. Meski baru memeluk agama Islam dan menemui banyak
rintangan dalam mendalami agama barunya, dan hanya beberapa kali bertemu dengan zlmarhum, ia begitu mengagumi dan banyak mendapatkan tauladan dari almarhum
Habib Munzir bin Fuad Almusawa.)

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim,

{mosimage}”​All praises due to Allah SWT, Lord of all creation. All praise and blessings upon our Master Muhammad SAWS, his family and companions.

​I remember the first time I laid my eyes upon Habib Munzir al-Musawa. It was around 3 years ago. I had just learned about the habaib from a friend,
and spent my time searching pictures of Habib Umar and Habib Kadhim on the internet. I recall seeing Habib Munzir. His radiant smile, holding a misbah. He
immediately struck me as a person of immense beauty and love. My heart yearned to meet him someday.

​In December 2012, Habib Umar invited me to go to Indonesia with him. As an American, I was having a rough time adjusting to my new life in Tarim and
I think Habib wanted me to see more of the Ummah and spend time with him. I was excited to see Indonesia and Jakarta. I wondered if maybe I may get to meet
Habib Munzir. The tripe to Indonesia would be a life altering experience.

​Upon my second day in Indonesia, I woke up to pray fajr in Sayyid Mohsin al-Hamid’s house. After fajr, some people stayed around. Among them was
Habib Munzir bin Fuad al-Musawa. My heart leaped with excitement. I ran up to him and greeted him and told him how happy I was to finally meet him. His
smile was larger than life itself. As I leaned forward to kiss his hand, he shocked me by grabbing my hand and kissing it first. I remember the smell of
his attar was so sweet. I knew he was special, I just didn’t know how truly special he was at that time….

​The montly mawlid of Rasulullah (SAWS) was that week, and I was in awe to see over a 100,000-200,000 people gathering for our beloved Prophet
Muhammad (SAWS). Back home in America, getting even 50-100 people was considered a large mawlid. My eyes were large with surprise and my heart was
overwhelmed. As I sat on the stage with the shuyukh and habaib, feeling completely out of place, my friend came up to me and said “Habib wants you to
speak.” I asked which habib, he said “both.” I assumed they meant a speech later in week after jummah, so I casually asked “when?” To my shock and fright,
my friend Khalid said “now, so you better think of something fast, your up in 5 minutes.” I was so nervous, I said “Are you sure!?” he then signalled with
his head down the row. I leaned forward and looked and saw Habib Umar and Habib Munzir with the largest smiles nodding their heads at me. I thought I was
going to pass out.

​When it came time for me to speak, Habib Munzir introduced me as Shaykh Khalil from America. I thought to myself “Oh no, he thinks I am a learned
person!” I was so embarassed. Seeing such a large crowd, them thinking I was a shaykh. I am only a beginning student of ilm. Back home, I was a school
teacher of World and American History, certainly not one to be accorded the title of shaykh. Speaking in front of 20 students in comparison to 100,000+
people was going to be a huge challenge I thought to myself.. I saw my face on the large viewing monitor and also that of Habib Umar and Habib Munzir,
smiling like proud fathers. I felt calm but it wasn’t before long that I began choking on my words, trying to express what was in my heart at the
overwhelming sensation of being in such a blessed gathering. I remember saying that Habib Umar, Habib Ali al-Jifri, and Habib Kadhim as-Saggaf had all
visited America and Canada and said that “InshAllah, Habib Munzir you will be visiting next.” The reaction of over 100,000 people rejoicing in me
commanding Habib Munzir to visit and make dawa in America made me smile because I saw the immense love they had for Habib Munzir. I remember Habib Umar’s
face at that moment. I remember Habib Munzir’s as well. How could I ever forget such a noble face.

​Later in the week after Habib Umar left, I still had three days left in Jakarta. I was excited to speak with Habib Munzir in his office. He told me
how happy he was I had come and wanted me to stay for 6 months and study at Majelis Rasulullah. He would call Habib Umar in Tarim for permisson. As Habib
Umar picked up, Habib Munzir kicked away his chair and fell to his knees with his hands in the air and said “Ya Mawlana, how can I serve you.” I was
stunned at the intensity of the adab of Habib Munzir. He called Habib Umar Mawlana, master. He was calling to ask permission but first asked how he could
serve Habib Umar. I will never forget that moment for as long as I live. I had never seen such love and devotion. That was Habib Munzir. A man of pure love
and devotion.

​Habib Umar said I may do so but I would miss learning arabic at darul mustafa. Habib Munzir immediately said I cannot miss learing Arabic and asked
permission if I can return in January for mawlid an-nabi. Permission was granted and I would be returning to tarim for a short ten days or so before
returning back to Jakarta. Those days in Tarim felt so long as I longed to be back in the company of Habib Munzir, Habib Muhammad al-Junayd and all those I
had met.

​Returning back to Jakarta for 5 weeks was only increasing my love for Habib Munzir. While I did not see him everyday, I felt his prescence
everywhere I went. I saw billboards and signs for Majelis Rasulullah, I saw his face everywhere I went. As we travelled I saw his face in my thoughts. He
was with me everywhere I went. When I was with him, he would always make me sit next to him. I was so embarrassed. Here I am, an American convert to Islam,
32 years of age, not a scholar, not a shaykh, but Habib Munzir demanded I sit next to him, and also to speak in the mawlids. I remember taking my imamah
off one day and Habib Munzir asked why I did so, and I told him that I felt I wasn’t deserving of wearing one, not being a shaykh and only a beginning
student. He said I must wear it, it’s a sunnah and when Indonesians see a westerner, especially an American, wearing the imamah, it is a reminder of
Muhammad (SAWS) and to follow his way, and not the way of the dunya. I put it back on for the remainder of my trip, and did so with a feeling of
representing our beloved Messenger (SAWS). I travelled to the Island of Sulawesi with Habib Muhammad al-Junayd and Sayyid Hilmi al-Kaf for dawa. I missed
Habib Munzir and wanted to be in Jakarta, but he wanted me to meet the people and call them back to Islam. That dawa trip was unique and wonderful in so
many ways.

​Finally, when it was time for me to leave back to Tarim, I met with him in his office. I remember the sadness in his face. Here was a man, a
grandson of the Prophet (SAWS), who carried not just Jakarta, but the weight of all Indonesia on his shoulders. While there are so many organizations and
habaib in Indonesia, none have had such an impact and influence like Habib Munzir, especially when it came to the youth. Seeing so many young men and
women, boys and girls gathered under the banner of Majelis Rasulullah, smiles and love on their faces. The once disenchanted youth of Jakarta were again
calling out to Allah and His Messenger (SAWS). Whereever Habib Munzir went, smiles and happiness were there. That was what Habib Munzir always brought with
him: smiles and love.

​Saying goodbye was extrmely difficult for me. I remember how he would always kiss my hand as I kissed his whenever we saw one another. I remember
the hugs he always gave me. I remember whenever I spoke he always looked at me with such joy, it was the look a father gives when he is proud of his son. I
watched how he was with the people. So gentle, so attentive. This hug was so much longer and intense. I remember our eyes watering, I remember not ever
wanting to ever let go. I looked to Habib Munzir with so much love and admiration. He was only 8 years older then me, and yet I saw him like a father
figure. It was how he carried himself, so much older, such wisdom and intelligence.

​The devotion the people had for him was so personal. Anywhere Habib went, the people honored and respected him. The way he carried the emotion of
the crowd, the power of his du’a as they called out for Allah. I have never felt such a powerful, positive force. It gave me hope for the Ummah. Men like
Habib Munzir is what this Ummah yearns for. The Indonesians have a unique and personal bond for the Habaib. They love the habaib in a way no one else in
the world does, but Habib Munzir was their Habib. Their native son, the reviver of Islam in Indonesia. Being around them, I felt that devotion to him. In
such a short time, my love for Habib Munzir was like that of the people of Jakarta and Indonesia. I felt like he was “my Habib.”

​Back in Tarim I felt stuck and lost. I had spent the previous year with no arabic classes as my level of Arabic was too low to be put into a class.
I had a tutor to prepare me for the upcoming year. But I had no drive, no ambition. I felt so lost and hopeless. The new schoolyear started only a few
weeks ago, and I felt isolated. My drive went from very little to absolutely zero. I had given up all hope on learning and studying. My himma was gone.
Yet, I always remembered Habib Munzir in all my du’a. Every night before I go to bed I would make du’a for Habib Munzir, for his success and healthy
recovery.

​When I was told of Habib Munzir’s passing, I just wouldn’t believe it, much like Hazrat Umar (RA) upon hearing the passing of Prophet Muhammad
(SAWS). I immediately text messaged Habib Munzir’s family and they called me back right away. As I heard them crying over the phone, I knew it was true. My
heart shattered into a million pieces. My world was crumbling around me. It was the same feeling I felt when my own father passed away many years ago when
I was 17 years old. I ran out of Dar al mustafa and collapsed against the wall crying uncontroablly. I didn’t know what to think or feel. Habib Munzir was
gone.

​As the hours past that day, my tears would only increase and I felt so lost. I couldn’t go to class. I couldn’t eat or drink. I was crying in salat.
I couldnt’tgo longer then a few minutes without the feeling of his loss entering my heart and thoughts. Friends comforted me but nothing could stop the
tears and pain.

​I am writing this the day after Habib Munzir (RA) left this world and returned to Allah SWT. As I said earlier, only a few weeks ago the schoolyear
started and I felt lost with no ambition to study or learn. I write this today with a renewed drive to study. It is because of the passing of Habib Munzir
that my himma has returned to me, my drive and ambition has come back. I believe Habib Munzir watches over me, and I want to make him happy. I intend in
the near future to fulfill his hopes of me studying at Majelis Rasulullah.

​Habib Munzir was my brother in Islam, as well as a fellow mureed of Habib Umar’s. He was my shaykh, and he was my friend. While dealing with his
death yesterday, a friend of mine told me of the hadith narrated by our mother Aisha (RA) of certain souls being connected intimately before creation. I
feel great comfort in learning of this hadith. While I only spent six weeks in Jakarta, I feel as if I had grown up under Habib Munzir’s loving gaze.

​Habib Munzir has a smile that is radiant, lighting up any room he entered. His deep voice was so powerful and anyone hearing him speak or make du’a
was captivated by him. He was kind hearted and soft with people. When it came to his grandfather Rasulullah (SAWS), he never hesitated in spreading his
message. Everything Habib Munzir did was for Allah and His Messenger (SAWS) and our shaykh. In mawlids Habib Munzir was so focused, so deeply moved. He
felt and saw the Messenger (SAWS) at every gathering. The people of Jakarta love him. They admire him, they’d die for him. I too feel deep admiration and
intense love for him, and I would die without hesitation for him. My mind always goes back to the thought of what if I had studied there for six months
instead of returning to Tarim. But Allah is the Best of Planners.

​We all have read stories of people who spend only a moment with a shaykh, and their heart is opened and they feel changes within, openings and
secrets. I always saw such stories as impossible in today’s age. It wasn’t until I met Habib Munzir al-Musawa that I realized how true such moments are.
Just a moment, that is all it takes. A gaze from one of the awliya changes everything. This gaze can happen in their lifetime, or in the hereafter. I felt
Habib Munzir’s gaze upon me and I feel it now and more intimately and intensely after his passing.

​I never thought I could love someone as much as Habib Umar bin Hafiz. I see Habib Umar as my adopted father. When I look at Habib Umar, I feel like
Hazrat Zayd (RA). I never thought anyone could have such an impact on my life like Habib Umar. When I met Habib Munzir, my whole world was changed. No one
could have such love and devotion for their shaykh the way Habib Munzir does for Habib Umar. I have never seen such submission and trust. It was as if I
was in the prescence of Rumi and Shams. That is the power and love behind the relationship between Habib Umar and Habib Munzir. Theres is a special bond
that no one could truly understand. Without question, Habib Munzir is one of the most beloved to Habib Umar, and to Allah SWT and the Prophet (SAWS).

​Since his passing, so many have come up to me asking me about Habib Munzir. What he was like, stories, memories. It has only been a day since he
left us, and yet it feels like years. I feel blessed to have known him. Despite the limited time I spent with him, I feel more connected to him then most.
I say that with no ostentation or arrogance. Allah SWT blessed me to be connected to Habib Munzir. I know my soul is connected to his. That is one of the
greatest gifts I have ever received. Habib Umar and Habib Munzir are one in the same to me, and one day I hope to walk in their shadows. InshAllah Rahman.

​Habib’s passing saved not only my faith in Allah and Islam, it saved my life. I pray Habib Munzir is granted jannat al-firdows and close association
with his grandfather Rasulullah (SAWS). I pray for all of us mourning the loss of someone we love so much and hold so dear. I pray for his children to be
the embodiment and the coolness of their mother and father’s eyes. I pray for his family and those who love him to carry on his legacy. I hope and I pray.

​I pray that I am granted Habib Munzir’s tawwasul on yawm al-qiyama. I pray for hope, for strong intentions and faith. Because of you, Ya Mawlana, I
hope…. ” ~ Syekh Khalil, Tarim

Raih pahala, sebarkan kebaikan..

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