[Akidah Injection]: (Bahagian 3): Islam, Iman, Ihsan dan Akal

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

In sha Allah, pada ruangan kali ini kita akan membincangkan apa pengertian Iman, Islam dan Ihsan. Musonnif kitab Zahratul Murid dan Minhajus Salam menegaskan bahawa tidak sah Islamnya seseorang jika tidak mengetahui pengertian tiga perkara ini..:)

    Islam

Mengikut dan menrerima apa sahaja yang dibawa oleh Nabi SAW tentang perkara-perkara yang wajib diketahui seseorang mukalaf tentang agamanya. Rukun Islam ada 5 perkara;

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            1.Mengucap dua kalimah syahadah

·         2.Mendirikan solat lima waktu

·        3. Mengeluarkan zakat

·         4.Puasa pada bulan Ramadhan

·         5.Mengerjakan haji di Baitullah bagi yang berkemampuan

2        Iman

Membenarkan dengan hati tentang apa yang dibawa oleh Nabi Muhammad SAW tentang perkara-perkara yang maklum (diketahui). Rukun Iman ada 6 perkara;

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          .1. Percaya kepada Allah

·         2.Percaya kepada malaikat

·         3.Percaya kepada semua kitab

·         4.Percaya kepada Rasul

·         5.Percaya kepada Hari Akhirat

·         6.Percaya kepad Qadha dan Qadar

        Ihsan

Seseorang itu berbuat baik  dengan ikhlas pada semua ketaatan. Ertinya kita beribadat kepada Allah taala seolah-olah kita melihatNya.

(Diperolehi daripada kitab Faridah al-Faraid fi ‘Ilm Aqaid)

HUKUM AKAL

Penting di dalam ilmu Akidah untuk kita mengetahui hokum akal kerana akal merupakan satu anugerah yang amat berharga yang dikurniakan kepada manusia. Ia membedakan kita daripada makhluk selainnya dan juga berguna membezakan hak dan batil. Akal juga menjadi neraca atau medium terbaik dalam mengukur atau mempelajari sesuatu perkara. Maka wajib bagi setiap mukallaf untuk mengetahui hokum-hukum akal sebelum mengenal sifat-sifat Allah.

INFO: Apakah itu Mukallaf?

Menurut kitab Jauharul Tauhid, mukallaf itu ialah mereka yang mncapai beberapa perkara, tidak mengira lelaki atau perempuan;

1.        Baligh

2.       Berakal

3.       Sampai dakwah

4.      Sempurna pancaindera.

Maka, mereka yang belum baligh, gila, atau buta dan pekak sejak lahir tidak dikira mukallaf. Mereka yang terasing daripada sampainya dakwah seperti duduk di puncak gunung yang asing tidak dikira sebagai mukallaf dan terbebas daripada taklif (tuntutan).

Mereka yang tinggal di antara perutusan zaman Rasul dikira sebagai Ahli Fitrah dan dimasukkan ke dalam syurga. Contohnya, zaman di antara perutusan Nabi Isa dan Nabi Muhammad, penghuni bumi ketika itu dikira sebagai Ahli Fatrah, termasuk juga ibu bapa Nabi Muhammad. Maka, ibu bapa Nabi Muhammad dan lain-lain dimasukkan ke dalam syurga. Wallahualam.

PENGERTIAN HUKUM AKAL

Hukum akal ialah satu metod untuk membenarkan atau menafikan sesuatu perkara. Ia terbahagi kepada tiga iaitu Wajib Akli, Mustahil Akli, Harus Akli.

WAJIB AKLI

Wajib pada akal ialah sesuatu perkara yang tidak dapat terbayang dek akal akan ketiadaannya. Dalam bahasa moden, satu perkara yang confirm  ada dan macam tak masuk akal kalau benda itu tiada. Contohnya, 1 separuh daripada 2. Confirm 1 tu separuh daripada 2. Kita rasa tak munsabaha kalau ada orang kata 1 tu bukan separuh daripada 2.

Wajib Akli terbahagi kepada 2 bahagian iaitu;

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      1.Wajib Dhoruri iaitu perkara senang yang dapat kita simpulkn dengan akal. Contoh, 1 itu separuh daripada 2. Dengan mudah kita fahami perkara ini.

      2.Wajib Nazhori iaitu perkara yang wajib ada tetapi susah kita nak terangkan tanpa dalil. Erti lain, kita kena kaji dan kemukakan dalil untuk support perkara wajib ini. Contohnya, Allah itu sifatnya Maha Berkuasa. Allah memang berkuasa tetapi kita kena berikan hujah-hujah dan kita kena fikir dalam-dalam tentang perkara ni.

MUSTAHIL AKLI

Mustahil pada akal ialah sesuatu yang tidak terbayang dek akal akan adanya perkara tu. Memang mengarut dan tak munasabah kalau perkara itu ada.

Mustahil Akli juga terbahagi kepada 2 bahagian iaitu;

  1. Mustahil Dhoruri. Konsepnya sama, benda remeh temeh yang memang mustahil yang kita tahu tanpa piker panjang-panjang. Contohnya, 2 separuh daripada 3. Confirm mustahil

2.   Mustahil Nazhori. Perkara yang mustahil tetapi kita kena fikir panjang-panjang dan cari dalil tentang perkara ini. Contohnya, Allah ada kawan dalam menjadikan alam ini. Pada akal kita, mustahil Allah ada sekutu/kawan kerana Dia Maha Berkuasa tetapi kita kena kaji dan kemukakan dalil untuk mensahihkan kemustahilannya.

HARUS AKLI

Harus pada akal ini ialah perkara yang kita dapat terima ketiadannya dan adanya. Maknanya, kalau benda itu tidak berlaku, kita dapat terima pada akal. Kalau ia berlaku pun kita dapat terima juga. Contoh, manusia kadang-kala bergerak dan kadang-kala tak bergerak.

Kalau orang kata manusia itu kadang-kala bergerak, kita dapat terima. Kalau orang kata manusia kadang-kala duduk diam contohnya ketika tidur, kita dapat terima juga..:)

Harus Akli ini pung terbahagi kepada 2 bahagian;

1)       Harus Dhoruri. Iaitu perkara yang mudah yang dapat terima oleh akal. Contohnya, objek kadangkala bergerak kadangkala tak bergerak

2)      Harus Nazhori. Perkara yang boleh berlaku tetapi kena piker dalam-dalam dan berikan dalil. Contohnya, Allah harus masukkan seorang ahlu maksiat di dalam syurga dan masukkan ahli ibadah di dalam neraka. Benda ni boleh berlaku kerana mungkin ahlu maksiat itu bertaubat pada akhirnya dan ahli ibadah itu riyak dalam ibadatnya. Tetapi, still perlukan pikiran dalam-dalam tentang perkara ini.

(Disadur daripada Risalah Tauhid)

Maka, inilah secara ringkas tentang pengertian Islam, Iman, Ihsan dan Hukum Akal. Pada episode seterusnya, kita akan membincangkan tentang Mukadimah Mengenal Allah..:)

Jangan rasa berat dehh, belajar Ilmu Akidah ini seronok tak perlukan hafalan macam Ilmu Feqah. Gunakan dalil naqli dan aqli ja dalam Ilmu Akidah..Peace yoo..Wassalam..:D

[Akidah Injection]: 73 Millah, Di manakah kita?

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh..

Pejam celik, pejam celik. Dah nak masuk Universiti dah kita semua. Tetapi, ingat walau dimana pun anda berpeluang dan ditawarkan untuk melanjutkan pelajaran, zaman ini zaman akhir. Akhir zaman. Pelbagai ujian dan tribulasi yang mendatang.

Kadang kala, ianya akan menjadi terlalu berat sehinggakan anda merasakan lehermu tercekik walaupun bebas menghela nafas, panas walaupun disapa angin lembut an gelisah walau ditemani taulan. Zina dan lafaz ‘Aku cintakan dikau” semakin murah dan nikah menjadi semakin mahal pula. Kejahatan dianggap sebagai satu norma dan orang yang tidak melakukannya menjadi seseorang yang dicap sebagai pelik. Rona kejahatan dan kebaikan bercampur baur menjadikan ia seakan satu warna yang tidak dapat dibezakan oleh orang biasa, seraya menjerat jutaan manusia.

Kita lihat di dada akhbar.

Di televisyen.

Bahkan di depan mata atau di rumah sendiri.

Akan kerosakan dunia. Ingat, 1400 tahun dahulu ketika peristiwa Israk Mikraj, Nabi disapa oleh seorang wanita tua yang bongkok sehingga hidungnya hampir mencecah tanah. Tetapi, umat akhir zaman berlumba-lumba untuk mendapatkan harta dari si tua yang tenat ini.

Punca? Tidak usah berbalah, puncanya jelas. Manusia tidak mengenali Tuhannya.

Maka, inilah menjadi tujuan ambo mencoret siri ini untuk memberikan barang apa yang ambo pelajari tentang ilmu Tauhid. Ilmu akidah. Jika tidak tersemat di dalam hati sebaik mungkin, terkandas separuh jalan.

Di dalam masa yang suntuk ini ambo cuba untuk berkongsikan sebanyak mungkin apa yang dipelajari di Pondok Pasir Tumboh. Ambo condensekan input-input yang dipelajari daripada beberapa kitab-kitab Turath seperti Minhajus Salam, Risalah Tauhid, Faridah al-Faraid, Iktikad Ahli Sunnah wal Jamaah, Pati Faridah al-Faraid, Kifayatul Awam dan lain-lain.

In sha Allah, pada penghujung siri ini ambo akan berkongsikan sebuah risalah padat tentang apa yang kita pelajari sepanjang siri ini, iaitu Risalah Alfiyah fi Ilmil Aqaid,  di mana anda akan berpluang untuk membuat rujukan pantas di situ.

Maka, pada post yang pertama ini ambo ingin memberikan sebuah hadith nabi yang menunjukkan betapa pentingnya dan kritikalnya untuk kita memplejari ilmu Akidah ini, terutama di zaman yang penuh cabaran ini.

Nabi Muhammad telah bersabda,

“Bahawasanya Bani Israil telah berpecah kepada 72 millah (pegangann) dan umatku akan berpecah kepada 73 pecahaan, smeuanya akan masuk neraka melainkan satu”. Sahabat-sahabat bertanya,”Siapakah yang satu itu ya Rasulullah?” Nabi menjawab,”Orang yang berpegang dengan peganganku dan pegangan sahabt-sahabatku”. (Imam Tirmizi, juzuk X, halaman 109)

Disebut di dalam kitab Bughyatul Mustarsydin karangan Mufti Syeikh Sayyid Abdurrahman bin Muhammad bin Hussein bin Umar, yang mahsyur dengan gelaran Ba’Alawi, pada halaman 398, 72 firqah ini berpokok kepada 7 bahagian.

1.        Kaum Syiah iaitu kaum yang berlebih-lebihan di dalm memuj Saidina Ali dan tidak mengakui kekhalifahan Abu Bakr, Umar dan Uthman radhiyallahuanhum. Mereka berpecah kepada 22 aliran.

2.      Kaum Khawarij iaitu kaum yang berlebih-lebihan dalam membenci Saidina Ali bahkan ada yang mngkafirkan Saidina Ali. Mereka berpecah kepada 20 aliran.

3.       Kaum Muktazilah kaum yang berfahaman bahawa Tuhan tidak mmpunyai sifa, manusia mengerjakan pekerjaannya sendiri, Tuhan tidak dapat dilihat di dalam syurga, mikraj Nabi hanya melalui roh dan lain-lain lagi. Mereka berpecah kepada 20 aliran.

4.      Kaum Murjiah, kaum yang berpandanan bahawa membuat maksiat tidak mengundang keburukan kalau suah beriman dan sebaaliknya.

5.      Kaum Najariyah kaum yang berpandangan bahawa perbuatan manusia dijadikan Tuhan tetapi Tuhan tidak mempunyai sifat. Mereka berpecah kepada 3 aliran.

6.      Kaum Jabariyah iaitu kaum yang berpndangan bahawa manusia tidak berdaya apa-apa.

7.      Kaum Mutasyabbihah iaitu kaumm yang berpandangan bahawaTuhan itu serupa dengan makhluk.

Maka umat akhir zaman akan berpecah kepada 73 bahagian, dan 1 sahaja yang terselamat!! Di manakah kita dan di puak yang manakah terletaknya diri yang kecil ini.

Mulut bisa berkata, “Tentulah aku Ahli Sunnah wal Jamaah” tetapi tahukah kita apakah yang dikehendaki dalam Ahli Sunnah wal Jamaah. Atau apakah itu Ahli Sunnah wal Jamaah?

Definisi Ahli Sunnah wal Jamaah memerlukan perdebatan yang panjang, yang in sha Allah akan dihuraikan di dalam post akan datang. Tetapi, keseluruhan Ahli Sunnah wal Jamaah bersepakat dalam mewajibkan dalam mempelajari Ilmu Akidah.

Kata Tuan Guru Abdul Rahim al-Singakala,

“ Ilmu Akidah itu untuk mnsahihkan akidah kita. Ilmu Feqah itu untuk mensahihkan ibadat kita. Dan ilmu Tasawwuf itu untuk mengesahkan penerimaan ibadat kita”.

Maka apakah yang wajib dipelajari di dalam Ilmu Akidah ini? Inilah yang akan kita kongsikan di dalam bahagian yang mendatang. In sha Allah. Sekian.

p.s: Alhamdulillah, ramai kawan-kawan dapat lanjutkan pelajaran ke bahagian persediaan ke luar Negara. Ambo takda rezeki, permohonan ditolak. Terdetik juga rasa sedih haha.. Tetapi nenek ambo selalu pesan bahawa kejayaan itu tidak pernah dalam satu jalan, ada banyak jalan ke arah kejayaan.

Ambo mungkin tidak dapat memijak tanah luar Negara, but this is not the end of my story.  I will rise again, higher and further. In sha Allah..:)

[Munakaht]: Hanya Untuk Lelaki :)

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..Assalamualaikumwarahmatullahi wabarakatuh..:)

* Sori sebab takde gambo untuk post ni..Sebab rase awkward lak..haha..:D

Berikut ialah sebahagian daripada nasihat Syeikh Abdullah bin Abdul Rahim al-Fathoni di dalam kitab Muhimmah. Kitab Muhimmah ini sarat dengan nasihat-nasihat kepada wanita-wanita dan juga lelaki sebagai persediaan sebelum menuju ke gerbang perkahwinan.

Jadi, untuk rakan-rakan yang hendak kahwin, mungkin boleh baca post ini sebentar. Ini bukanlah satu tulisan yang semata-mata untuk permainan dan gurauan..:)

Kata mushonnif rahimahullahu taala,

"Maka seyogianya engkau (wahai para lelaki) mengamat-mengamati dan engkau bersungguh-sungguh hai saudaraku dalam mencari sifat perempuan yang sunat dipilihnya yang wanita itu akan berkekalan taulan (kasih sayangnya) dan sampai boleh bersama-sama dengannya (bermesra) dengannya. Carilah ia dalam 7 perkara;

[PPertama]: Hendaklah engkau pilih perempuan yang sholehah yang takut akan Allah taala lagi yang kekal dalam ibadat lagi yang menjauhi faripada segala yang diharamkan oleh Allah. Telah bersabda Nabi Muhammad SAW,

" Berkahwinlah kamu akan perempuan itu atas beberapa perkara, kerana hartanya, kerana elok rupanya, kerana bangsanya, dan kerana agamanya. Lazimkan olehmu berkahwin dengan perempuan yang mempunyai agama"

Sabda Nabi lagi,

" Barangsiapa berkahwin berkehendak akan permpuan itu akan hartanya dan kerana elok rupanya nescaya diharamkan akan hartanya dan eloknya yakni ditegahkan akan hartanya dan elok rupanya dan barangsiapa berkahwin akan dia kerana agama perempuan itu nescaya diberi rezeki oleh Allah taala akan dia dan juga harta dan elok rupanya".

Dan dapat difahami daripada dua hadith ini bahawasanya seyogianya ersungguh-sungguh memilih akan perempuan yang mempunyai agama kerana berkahwin dengan wanita itu menolongi dalam berbuat ibadat dan lagi menolongi akan mendirikan agama.

[Kedua]: Sunat memilih akan perempuan yang baik perangainya kerana yang demikian itu menolongi akan menyekesakan (menyukakan) dalam berbuat ibadat kerana perempuan yang jahat perangai itu dan jahat lidahnya adalah mudarat bagi lelaki itu lebih banyak dari manfaatnya. Dan, para lelaki tidak akan mampu bersabar dari lidah wanita melainkan orang yang dianugerahkan Allah taal kesabaran seperti para ulama dan solihin.

Dan telah berkata ulama' Arab, "Jangan kau berkahwin dengan perempuan yang mempunyai 6 perkara;

1) al-Inanah, iaitu perempuan yang banyak keluh-kesah dan banyak mengadu akan keadaannya padahal dia sentiasa menghiasi dirinya melebihi keperluan. Berkahwin dengan perempuan sebegini hanya akan menyakitkan hati dan tidak ada di dalamnya kebaikan.

2) al-Mananah, iaitu perempuan yang banyak menngungkit-ungkit jasanya kepada suaminya

3) al-Hinanah, iaitu perempuan yang ingin bersuami yang lain dan anak-anak yang lain. Maknanya, dia sering berkhayal akan lelaki yang lain.

4) al-Hidafah, iaitu perempuan yang gemar akan tiap-tiap sesuatu maka ingin ia akan segala-galanya dan memberatkan suaminya untuk membeli kesmua itu.

5) al-Biroqah ada dua makna. Pertama, perempuan yang seharian menghiasi mukanya melebihi keperluan dan makna kesdua ialah perempuan yang banyak memarahi suaminya di atas makanan dan nafkah yang diberikan kepadanya.

6) al-Siloqah, iaitu perempuan yang banyak perkataannya melebihi keperluan.

Dan kata Saidina Ali, 3 sifat yang buruk ada pada diri seorang lelaki, tetapi baik bagi seorang perempuan memilikinya ialah;

1) al-Bukhul, iaitu kikir. Apabila seorang perempuan memiliki sifat kikir (yang tidak berlebih-lebih) maka dia akan bijak memelihara harta suaminya.

2) al-Zahwu iaitu besar diri. Apabila seorang wanita itu suka membesarkan dirinya (tidak melebi-lebih) maka enggan dia berkata-kata dengan semua orang dengan perkataan lemah lembut dan lenggok maka demikian tidaklah kita berasa cemburu dan marah kepadanya.

3) al-Jubn, iaitu penakut. Apabila seorang perempuan itu penakut (bukan penakut yang negatif) naja takutlah ia kepada tiap-tiap perkara tanpa suaminya maka tidaklah dia keluar dari rumah tanpa keperluan.

[Ketiga] Sunat memilih perempuan yang elok mukanya yaki baik rupanya kerana dengan dialah terpelihara akan daripada ingin kepada perempuan yang lain. Dan jangan pula berkahwin dengan perempuan yang baik rupanya tetapi tiada agamanya. Dan barangsiapa menngkehendaki denganberkahwin itu, sunat berniat untuk menghasilkan anak atau untuk mentadbir keluarganya.

[Keempat] Sunat memilih akan perempuan yang ringan mas kahwinnya keran sabda Nabi;

"Yang terlebih baik perempuan itu iaitu yang terlbih baik mukanya dan yang terlebih murah mas kahwinnya'

Sabda Nabi lagi;

"Sesetengah daripada keberkata seseorang perempuan itu segera dia bersuami dan segera rahinnya memperanakkan dan murah pula emas kahwinnya"

[Kelima] Sunat memilih perempuan yang banyak beranak kerana sabda Nabi,

"Lazimkan atas kamu berkahwin dengan perempuan yang banyak beranak dan banyak pula kasih sayangnya kepada suaminya"

[Keenam] Sunat memilih perempuan yang dara kerana sabda Nabi kpeda Jabir radhiallahu anhu yang hendak mengahwini seorang janda,

"Mengapa tidak engkau berkahwin akan perempuan yang dara sehingga dia bermain-main dengan kau dan engkau bermain-main dengan dia" (bermesra dehh)

 [Ketujuh] Sunat memilih akan perempuan yang mempunyai bangsa yang baik iaitu perempuan itu daripada cucu orang yang mempunyai agama dan anak cucu yang soleh dan alim.


Maka, inilah 7 sifat yang sunat memilih wanita dengan sifat-sifat ini. Tidak semestinya memerlukan ketujuh-tujuh sifatnya, jikalau ada yangkurang, tugas kitalah sebagai suami untuk menggilapnya. :)

p.s: Rindu nak ngaji kitab ini setiap Khamis lepas Asar bersama TG Abdul Halim..:D Sekian wassalam..:D

[Chronicle]: End of A Mamluk

**A Fable About Salvation and Hope**

 

-A fable is a non-truth story which are designed and plotted to deliver the writer's thoughts and feelings. It is reminded that this story does not associated whether with the living nor the dear

In the dark, I lurked. Even under the light of a scorching day, I can feel that my face was painted black. With sin. Whenever I saw my reflections in the mirror, my face somehow disfigured. My sins were countless, as many as the stars in the sky and the sands in the desert. Yet, somehow people has a respectable view of me. I started to think myself as hypocrite, as I was praised and rewarded handsomely but in reality, I am not even close of what they had described you.

Every day, the sun spit blazing saffron in my face like it was trying to vaporized me so my hypocrisy will be ended, and after that maybe God will be appeased with man. Every dawn, I woke up with a choked feeling, troubled and trembling of yesterdays sins. How I became too addicted of it, unable to break apart from its bind, and the sins is killing me slowly. Like an anaconda wrapping its sleek reptilian body to a helpless goat. A black goat, I am. I was devastated of the lessening feel of guilt as I committed the sin and started to wonder if God started to leave me. Alone. Forsaken.

Sun was scorching me high above, and the Earth was tripping me with its rocks and boulders. Its seem like every single cell in me despised me and decayed, shrinking me to an abomination. No food relieve my famish, no drink quench my thirst and no games can sate my needs.

And then, a single ray of hope enlightened my eternal darkness abyss in my heart.

I have a personal mentor, my religious teacher or commonly known as Ustazah in our community. She seemed to know everything about me, my miserable life and the dark side of me. I succumbed to her piercing yet gentle eyes and told her the truth. I thought she would pretend I did not exist after discovering the truth but no. She said, everyone has hope and salvation. Proof? Allah still give you another day after the yesterday stained full with sins. I f He hates you or abandon you, He would take your life immediately. Try to think that every breath is a chance of salvation from him.

True. But not for me.

One day, she invited me to her house. Her charming husband welcomed me warmly into their house. In that special space, I learned the serenity of peace with family which I did not have an exact definition of it. I studied quantum physics, metaphysics and other mind-boggling science to find a true meaning of  life but I found nil. At her house, I find the meaning of life in a baby girl.

How ironic is life. I studied hundreds of books  but a mere child gave me this lifetime lesson.

Surprisingly, my mentor and her husband offered me to tahnik their newborn baby. According to Islamic traditions, a newborn baby is encouraged to let their mouth smeared with sweet items such as the tamar or dried raisins or even the sacred water of Zamzam. This ritual usually done by a pious man or a prominent community symbol. And, I was not included in both categories yet the happy couple offered me to do so.

I cradled the baby in my arms and saw her eyes shone. For the first time, a living creature looked at me with pure and innocent eyes, differ from the rest of the world who see me as a parasite. My dark heart immediately streamed with warm feelings alien to me. What was this feelings? The baby's eyes flickered with hope like a mini star,  full of anticipation towards her holder. Tears might rolled down my cheeks if the ustazah did not arrived with a plate of Zamzam water.

"We ran out of dried raisins. Zamzam water should be suffice", her husband said gently.

"Go on. May your touch will make our daughter as great as you," the Ustazah said with a smile. That's not true. I might aced in my exams but I am a sinner. You were making a grave mistake. This baby might be cursed with my forsaken touch, but it was too late. Her husband took my hand, dipped my index finger into the cold Zamzam water and insert the finger into her daughter's mouth. Three times the sacred water dripped into her throat. And the baby smiled.

Spontaneously, I ran my right hand to her head and prayed silently. Ya Allah, make this baby a better person than me. Please, I beg you. Don't let my accursed hand infecter her pure feelings and she ended up a scum like me! I beg you!

Journey back home seemed like the longest in my life. i recalled the baby's parents smiles of approval and their endless streams of appreciation to me. Deep in my hear, it felt like someone dropped a heavy anvil inside my thoracic cavity, filling it with burden and responsibilities. I have to change. I must not let my viruses cursed her life. My life is gone and her life was full of hope.

20 years later.

I was walking in a bustling sideroad of a city. Our soceite has disintegrate to a concoction of shameless and sick people, making the dark alleys crammed with criminals and prostitutes. Alcoholic drinks and prostitution has been legalized as an effect of legalized gambling by our leaders since the dawn of the country. No one is safe here. Not even in the house. Televisions in electronic stores showed brutal cases from mass man-slaughter to random shooting by madman in a street full of civilians.

What the Prophet has prophecied 1400 years ago, that there will be a time when a young man kneeled by a grave saying "You are very lucky for not living in this living hell". The time has arrived.

At the sideroda, I recognized a familiar silhoutte of a women. She was wearing a tight scarlet clothing that made men stopped to admire the curves. My heart raced. I braved myself, and shouted, "Who are you? Do I know you?". The women turned back, with heavy plumes of smoke puffing from her mouth," Don't recognized me? I was the child you cursed. If it not because of you sins infected to me, I would never end up like this. But it is too late now, right? Besides, this life seemed to suit me as it suit yours". Then, she barked with laughter. I fell to my knees, hand on my ears. her banshee-like clanged in my head and the world was black.

The world materialized back and loud beeping of machines again clanged in my mind. The sickening sterile odor pierced my nose and my body were full of wires, makin me like a real-life cyborg. I was drenched in sweat. Thunders of footsteps echoed in the hospital corridor and a team of doctors and nurses entered my room. They checked my stats in the machines and tried to calm me.

I wailed loudly, "It was my fault!!God, spare her!! Let me go to hell but please spare her. I gave you my life and my soul...Pleeeaseee"My saliva oozed down to my bare chest but I did not care. I want to rip off these wires binding and choking me alive, runaway form this sick place and find the child. I must find the lovely couple and said sorry as I ruined her child with my cursed touch. The doctors responded by injecting me with a high dosed tranquilizer. The world was black again and I was bored of it.

Everything was misty. I barely heard the doctors said something like " He...don't have a chance..We..cannot..anything" Then the voice ended.

I opened my eyes, and was shocked as I am not in the deathbed anymore. I was in a white plain, some vista that resembled Jack Sparrow's exile in the Davy Jones Locker. There was nothing except white sands.

"Do you know where are we?," a familiar voice spoke. I turned back and the man was wearing a white robe. I did not know him but is face strangely familiar to me.

"We are in between the-worlds. This is the place you say the final goodbye before you going to Illiyin or Sijjin"

What is Illiyin and Sijjin.
  
"Busy with science book instead of the Quran. eh? Illiyin and Sijjin is something like list, good people write their name in Illiyin and the bad ones, in the fires of Sijjin".

So, where do I belong? Funny. I think I can guess the answer.

"Long story, lad. I also don't know this will end like this. Take a seat". And, a white chaired materialized behind me. I sat on the chair with eyes rivetted to the man.

"18 years ago, you received a phone call. From the couple. With their exasperated call saying that their daughter are somehow different from others. Which I don't think it is necessary to elaborate on that. You, a coward as you are. Fled from your homeland and settle somewhere else. Thinking you can hide from them. From me. From Him."

Cold sweat dripped from my forehead.

"But, somehow you changed. People usually prayed for money, power, heaven but your are unique. You asked for a bargain. I believe no other people prayed like that for some 500 years, after the ast of the Sufistics great teachers has died. You asked Allah to spare her. You pray more. You give more. Days and nights. Quite incredible for a sinner".

Gulp.

"But, you get this wrong. Actually, in Islam there is no curse. No suwey, bad luck or anything else created by humans. There is only you and God. If you do God, He will reward you handsomely, regardless of age, background or sins. Remember Fudhail bin Iyadh? That man was a thief boss, nasty one but one day he begged Allah for forgiveness and we erased all of his faults. Like a newborn baby".

So?

"So, the girl actually grew up fine. Your prayers for her are granted by Allah. Pure and unconditional. A true love it is. Such beauty in these dark days. You have never know about love but you have performed a great act of love. When you was diagnosed with cancer, I knew that I will come to you in your last days with my eerie costumes and nasty weapons and dragged you to pits of Sijjin". His eyes flickered.

At least she is safe.

"Yupp, full pardon for you, sir. A sinner you might be, but your spent your last days with hope to Allah that He will spare her and forgive you too. Like the Quran said, Ask and you shall be granted. Come on now, we have lots to do. Immigrations in Illiyin quite busy now as the hundreds of martyrs in Syria and Egypt arrived there daily."

I succumbed to her piercing yet gentle eyes and told her the truth. I thought she would pretend I did not exist after discovering the truth but no. She said, everyone has hope and salvation. Proof? Allah still give you another day after the yesterday stained full with sins. I f He hates you or abandon you, He would take your life immediately. Try to think that every breath is a chance of salvation from him.
   
Thank you Allah, and I will watch the girl from above.

[Chronicle]: What Is Love

*A Fable About Definition of Love*


Peace yo!

My name is..Forget it. You wouldn't want to know either. Enough picturing me as the shortest and unpopular boy in the school. Nobody know me or bother themselves to know me, and I have no girls who giggling when they walked in front of me; because they didn't realize my existence. So, I literally spend my days in a boarding school in the southern state of my country under my Invincibility Cloak which I borrowed from harry Potter..Urghh..This is my problem.

When I talked with people, I started to relate emotions with nervous systems sending impulses to the hypothalamus and constantly talked about Einstein and physics theory during eating with them. Then, everybody would rolled their eyes, threw a polite smile and left me. And, I am all alone. Again. Except it happens all the time. I am just trying to show them how I see the world, but they didn't care. All they cared is a bunch of bashful girls winking at them or winning useless gold medals in sports events.

I don't care. I can live all by myself. Without companions. Without girlfriends. Without family. I am all fine here. I think.

You see, if we see something that attracts us, our brain will secrete high dose of endorphine which will fill our body with tingling sense of excitement. Adrenaline gushed in the body, make the heart pump faster and our pupils dilate. This will lead to extreme nervous and stammering to some people. That is what I feel when I see her. Yes, her. 

Easily said, she was an angel with beautiful brown eyes. And, she is shorter than me which is good as nowadays all the girls are rocketing high. On top of the list, she is a very shyful person which is a bit like me, the most shyful lad in the school, or abandoned. Whatever. Aside from that, she loves Vochelle chocolate, love English love novels and she mended her headscarf every 5 minutes. Yes, I am very good in spying.

One day, I saw her in the corridor. It was just after the recess and the corridor are packed with people. Immediately, my heart paced like a wild horse, my palms are sweating and my legs turned jelly. I took a deep breath, lift my head and skinny chest up and walked. Out of the blue, she bumped into a group of massive boys who seem didn't mind to bump into girls and touch here and there for an instant.Idiots. And, her books and paper were scattered in the floor. People resumed their walk and I knew this was my chance. Huurah!

When I helped her, it seemed to me that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within me. When I looked into her actually dark brown eyes, and saw that her lips poised between a laugh and silence, I learned that all the world spoke-the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the world.

Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had ours here at the corridor. She smiled, and that was what I was waiting.

It was school holiday. For the first time in my life, my holiday was not in the library but in my room, chatting with her. I started our conversation three times a day, precisely on 9.00 am, 2.00 pm and 10.00 pm. I would ask her anything that crossed in my mind, do you like rabbits? What is the difference between bawal and akel headscarf?

And, there were also embarrassing pickup lines I learned online. I want to impress her and show her that I too can play with words. I said to her that I want to be a thief. And she replied with "Ouh". I waited for any surprised reaction or something like that, but it was not there. So, I continued my typing with shaky hands; "So I can steal your heart". She didn't reply. I drank few mugs of coffee waiting for any reply but nope, she didn't reply. Worst pickup line ever. I was thinking to sue that web. Sigh.

Time flew and she seemed to not took interest in our conversations. It took 5 minutes for her to reply my inquiries and the replies were strangely short. I read in the Web (again) that if women did not act crazy or reply late during conversations, it clearly indicates that she did not take interest in you. But, I shrugged the facts off and pray for miracles. Maybe, what I need is a proof. Yes, a proof! A sound proof that I loved her and I will do anything for her!!

Months were spent and I starved to save money for a special gift I will give her. My grades are horrible and I flunked in my exams. I can't focus in my study as when I read History textbook, it seemed that her name appeared in every page. When I was eating, her face was in the yolk of the egg. Yupp, I was drunk in love. Confirmed.

I sent her poems of love in colourful papers. Every time we came across in the corridor, she would looked down and walked fast. I was puzzled but a friend of mine assured me that she was responding of my love call. She never replied any of my writings and again I took it as a sign of acceptance by her.

When the holidays dawned, I worked as a barista in the city. My shift was 12 hours daily, and I took no leaves. Sometimes, I would work overtime for an exhausting shift of 17 hours. By the end of the month, I collected enough money in my coffer to buy her a gold ring. My heart fluttered. I imagined her happy face, her dark brown eyes misted b tears of approval and gratitude to me. She is mine now.

She reply my invitation for a day out in the city with the usual reply, but this time with a doubt tone; "Ermm..okay?". We promised to see each other in a bench in the park. The time set was 9.00 am in the weekends.

I spent the last of my coffers by buying a designer's outfit. I never wore flashy outfits before as my family were poor, but I wanted to look the best in this day. I walked with confidence into my destination of happiness.

I took a bus to the city, and headed to the only exclusive florist in the city. They can make plastics engraving of your lover's name plus a bouquet of fresh flowers, you know. It cost me a leg but I know, love is a sacrifice. Then, I resumed my journey by walking in the bustling street of the city.

I was walking in a lonely alley, as a shortcut when I saw a dirty figure by the large garbage container. I walked faster as whatever the figure was, I don't know and I don't want to know. But, I accidentally kicked a can and the whole lonely alley echoed with the noise. The figure moved and a snot covered women lifted her head. Her condition was pathetic and her eyes were dreadfully red due to tears. I gulped and quickened my pace. Just when I was about to pass her, she extended a dirty hand and grabbed me by the belt. I was jolted by the touch and retaliate spontaneously by shoving the hand away with force. The women fall back to the ground. She weeped.


"Do you see my boy? My sad little boy? Her daddy was short of money to buy cracks and took him away from me? Do you see him? Do you SEE HIM?"

She jumped again towards me trying to grab me by the necktie, but her dirty hands stained my new shirt instead. I yelped in annoyance.

"No one know about your son, crazy lady! I don;t give a damn about you forsaken family and the drug addict husband of yours!!". I cursed and left the place immediately. I peeked to my watch and time is slipping away. I might be late. I ran to the park. I don't care about my dirty and wet shirt. All I cared is her. If this feeling of us is true, then she would still accept me.

But, when I reached the park ontime, she was there. But with someone else. With a rugby player who bumped into her in the corridor. No, it can't be. I was the one who helped her and that jerk is the one who caused difficulties to her My vision was shrouded with tears and the sky is crying with me too. The rugby player looked into the sky and smiled triumphantly. He bought a small sized umbrella in the nearby vendor and offered her company. What's more, he extended his massive arms and wrapped around her body as to shield her from the heavy rain. And, their eyes met. Like any Korean dramas, they froze and gazing to each other eyes for a long time. Longer than me gazing into her eyes. It is over. My life is over.

I was at the rooftop of a building, weeping for my fate. I sacrificed everything, my time, my grades and my pride. And, it was all for nothing!!! I punched the hard cement floor until my palms cracked open and the pool of water turns read. It was raining cats and dog and I was thinking to end my life. All this time, I fough for love. Now, it was gone. So did my life.

"What are you doing?". A hoarse voice hooted from  my back.

"If you are another damned homeless seeking to spoil my day, please leave!!"

"You are not thinking to end your life, isn't it?"

I was driven by rage and turned. I will kill this guy! I charged to him, but with a single movement, he grabbed my chin and my body froze. His electric blue eyes scanned my sorry face..

'So young. But, already spoiled by so-called love. You are weak and young, you did not anything about love, boy". And he released his grip. All hell broke loose and I fall to my knees.

"What is love, boy? Hmm?". I don't care.

"You should know. Or else, you will be spending your life to be turned down like this".

"Then what should I do! I give everything to her!! And, she just walked away!!"

"That is not love boy. That is obsession. You follow blindly and close all your senses to it. Your "love" now evolved into obsession and no one liked an obsessed cum psychotic man"

I weep.

"Don't weep like a girl. If you want to know the true meaning of love, you should find it at "the damned homeless". That is the purest form of love. A pure love clean from sensual feelings and innecessary sacrifices. A love from a mother to her child require no cost and that is true love. Tell me how much you lose in winning this girl's heart?"

"Feelings that binded by worth of faces and gold are obselete. When you were old and wrinkled, that feelings will just faded away. When the economics failed, and you are now a beggar she would walked away from you." Now, I lifted my face to see him.

He has a very majestic beard, snowy white in colour. His piercing electric blue eyes were very ancient. He dressed in robes like the old philsophers and sages of ancient times.

"True love did not need conditions. You love somebody not on the condition she must love you back".

That sounds familiar.

He barked in laughter. "Sounds familiar, eh. I quoted it from Mohabbatein. Such a splendid movie it is, put aside the dancing and kissing part."

"Now, you must rise. Soon or later, love will come. But, life must move on.". He winked and walked away.

"Sir, what is your name?" I said.

"My name? I already forgotten my true name. But, people called me Mamluk Aiedail. Aidil Shah al-Ajami, the Morning Star."

I was stunned. Then, he walked ut of sight. I felt like I just awake from a long slumber. My encounter with that mysterious mind was boggling, as my pseudonym is, Mamluk Qayser.

My life has just started. I felt like an adventure is coming and I will met this guy again.

[Motivation]: Dreams. Possibility. Love. Defeats. Fear

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh..:)

Believe it or not, most people are inches away from their dreams. Too near. But they gave up. Everyone has dreams and it doesn't have to be logical or must physical-based. I am a dwarf but I have a giant's dream. I seek adventure, so I am worthy to be called as a men and from then I will promote peace and wisdom to the world. Sound impossible, right? But, there is no one has the right to say that your dreams are rubbish.

Still, even staunch in my dreams, I have ups and downs. Sometimes I am very spirited, on the cloud nine but sometimes my emotions are at the bottom of the Earth with Titanic shipwreck. I seek inspiration. Then, according to Allah's supreme and complete design, I came across with a book entitled "The Alchemist". The paperback cover illustrated a pyramid background with a silver caption; "A Fable Following Your Dreams". Without further delay, I bought the book.

Is it wrong for us to learn from a non-Muslim? I believe no. Inspiration is something very hard to find in Muslim literature nowadays. In Malaysia, you can see heaps of romance and erotic novels that portrays the charming of a men and the striking women that did not exist at all in real world! Those complete figures in the novel planted severe false image inside youngster's mind. They seek their own perfect Prince Charming and Cinderella, which never exists. Many failed to understand this, and life is a black void for them. Pathetic.

Paulo Coelho's introduction-the author of the book-gives us a useful hint why most of humans quit in pursuing their dreams. Word written in Italics are taken wholly from the text, in normal font is my own elaboration. 

What is a personal calling? It is a God's blessing, it is the path that God chose for you here on Earth. Whenever we do something that fillls with enthusiasm, we are following or legend. However, we don't all have the courage to confront our own dream. Why?

There are four obstacles. 

First, we are told from childhood onwards that everything er want to do is impossible. We grow up with this idea, and as the years accumulate, so too do the layers of prejudice, fear and guilt. There comes a time when our personal calling is so deeply buried in our soul as to be invincible. But, it is still there.

Sound familiar? The world nowadays are so clinged into rationality and logic until finally they become normal. Eat, drink, reproduce and die. That's all. Is this why Allah created us? To be ordinary? Out of millions sperms (sorry), He destined that you are the chosen one to live in this world, just to be ordinary? Come on, Allah send us in this world to be extraordinary, to be SPECIAL.

Whether you are short, tall, handsome, ugly, smart, dim, don't care about this. Adjectives is relative, it is not absolute. When people say you are ugly, maybe in another eyes you are handsome and dashing. The pessimism of the world keep pulling us down. A few words, actually pulling us down. And, we do nothing just agree to a pessimist's narrowed view and let yourself to be ordinary. Pessimism is the new religion in the world. And, it is destroying mankind.

If we have the courage to disinter our dream, we are then faced by the second obstacle: love. We know what we want to do, but are afraid of hurting those around us by abandoning everything in order to pursue our dream. We do not realize that love is just a further impetus, a stimulus, not something that will prevent us going forward, and that those who genuinely wish us well want us to be happy and are prepared to accompany us on that journey.

Many people came to me and complaint, "I love him, but he did not love me". "Thinking of him/her, makes me unrest and unporductive". Dear brother and sister, that is not LOVE. That is obsession. Love is a sacred things that bind our parents together and produce a jewel of the world which is YOU.

Love is a beacon. When you are struck by a hurricane in the sea of live, that beacon will keep you alive and rejuvenated. And, love is not just a romantic relationship between two different gender. Love includes our feelings toward our parents, friends, society, the poor and disabled and to the world. Why, when a popular man did not even stare at you then you feel like the whole world has forsaken you? Why, my brothers and sisters?

I found my strength through love. A mentor of mine, Brother Shahrul Hafiz instilled a very loving figure to me that I too gained my strength  through visions of love and hope. When I was down, I wrote the names of my future sons; Sidi Umar Mukhtar, Sidi Shah Zaidani. They will exist or not, it is a second matter, as all of us do not know about the future. But, please fight for it. Fight for a brighter future.

Once we have accepted that love is a stimulus, we come up against the third obstacle; fear of the defense we will meet in the path. We who fight for our dream suffer far more when it doesn't work out, because we cannot fall back on the old excuse, "Oh, well, I did not really want it anyway". We do want it and know that we have staked everything on it  and that the path of the personal calling is no easier than any other path, except that our whole heart is in the journey.

Then we warriors of light must be prepared to have patience in difficult times and to know that the Universe is conspiring in our favor, even tough we may not understand how.

Do you want to know a secret? The secret is Allah is not deaf. He is All-Hearing but He really wants to make sure if you are worthy for your prayers to be granted. Some people they get anything easily, did not appreciate it and they were backlashed. Destroyed. Condemned. Such the likes of Pharaoh. Qarun and Nimrod.

If you have prayed, and it seemed to be ungranted, patience. Nova Roma is not built in a day. Your life, also is not ended in SPM, your love story or any failures in your life. 

I ask myself: are defeats necessary? well, necessary or not, they happen. When we first begin fighting for our dream, we have no experience and make many mistakes. The secret of life, though, is to fall 7 times and to get up 8 times.

So, why it is so important to live our personal calling if we are only going to suffer more than other people? Because once we have overcome the defers-and we always do- we are filled with a greater sense of euphoria and confidence. In the silence of our hearts, we know that we are proving ourselves worthy of the miracle of life. 

Having disinterred our dream, having used the power of love to nurture ut and spent many years living with the scars, we suddenly notice that we always wanted is there, waiting for us, perhaps the next day. Then comes the fourth obstacle; the fear of realizing the dream for which we have been fighting all our lives.

Oscar Wilde said, "Each man kills he thing he love". And it is true.

The mere possibility of getting what we want fills the soul of the ordinary person with guilt. We look around at all those who have failed to get what they want and feel that we do not deserve to get what we want either. We forget about all all the obstacles we overcame, all the suffering we endured, all the things we had to give up in order to get this far.

This is the path towards realizing your dream.

Heeding the call to dreams.

Everything seemed impossible. But, you endured.

Then, love came. It confused you, seduced you with its beauty and charming. BUt, you know what true love means.

As you progressed through you path, you meet with defeats. You lose your loved ones, your belongings and trust. But, you know that's how Allah do His work. By, giving his believer trials and tribulations so they will be a stronger man.

You have reached your destination. You started to feel cozy, drunk in its indulgences. You started to forget and commit grave. Then, everything seemed to playback.

You suffer more and more defeats. It became unbearable.

More love and seduction came. You are desperate in the struggle, accepts all the lavicious smile that you considered id "love". No, it is not love. They are snakes.

Everything seemed impossible now.

You are at the bottom of the world. You read back the words above and all is left is, regret.

This is destiny of a human if he forgets his creator. Beware, that all of us is from Allah and to Allah we will return..:)

[Ntah bawah kategori ape]: Momento..

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh..

*note: Gelaran Wan digunakan untuk Nenek di Negeri Sembilan.

Along masih ingat, ayah dengan ibu cerita yang perkara pertama Wan cakap bila Dr Jemilah Mahmood (Pengerusi PEACE) sambut Along ialah, "Masya-Allah, besarnya kaki baby ini. Mesti jadi orang besar nanti!!". Tapi, bila Along membesar..tapak kaki Amir Khalis lebih besar sebab itu beliau sangat berkarisma dari Along..

Along masih ingat apabila tiap-tiap kali kita balik kampung, Wan akan belikan Along satu komik Doraemon. Wan tak suka tengok Along termenung dan melagha semasa di atas bas. Wan tak reti baca Rumi dan selalu tanya "Siapa Doraemon?". Along akan jawab, "Hahaha..Dia kucing botak". Minat Along terhadap Doraemon sebati dengan diri Along sebab itu rambut Along pun botak. Macam Doraemon.

Along masih ingat Along selalu tanya kenapa Wan ada tiga baju saja. Baju tulis Pangkor Island, baju hitam dan baju biru. Kenapa Wan tak minta anak-anak Wan belikan baju untuk Wan? Wan kata, "Takpa, Wan tak nak sesiapapun gaduh-gaduh lepas Wan meninggal".

Along masih ingat rumah Wan besar..Tiga tingkat, Along selalu nampak hantu kat rumah Wan. Sebab itu, Wan beri Along tidur sebelah Wan. Tapi, tetap Along tidak boleh tidur.Macam ada sahaja lembaga putih berdiri di penjuru bilik. Jadi, Along akan tanya macam-macam soalan supaya Wan jawab dan hilang takut Along itu.

"Bintang itu apa?"

"Macam mana alam ini terjadi?"

"Kenapa ada orang pendek, ada orang tinggi".

Wan akan menjawab perlahan, "Tidak tahu". Wan sudah mengantuk. Tapi, hantu tu tak nak gerak dari penjuru bilik. Along takut. Wan pun belai rambut Along. Inilah yang Along nak. Tangan Wan akan halang hantu itu dari dekat dengan Along.

Along masih ingat Wan bayar pak cik teksi untuk hantar Along ke sekolah. RM 25 sehari. Wan tak habis duit ke? "Ada, Wan ada duit," Wan jawab. 

Along tengok Wan bayar Uncle Van RM100 untuk hantar Along ke tuisyen. Duit Wan tak habis ke? "Tak, takkan hais unutk Along".

Along tengok Wan bayar Teacher Ong untuk tuisyen Along. Teacher Ong baik, beliau kata telinga besar Along "bawa ong". Teacher Ong beri diskaun. Duit Wan tidak habis ke? "Ada lagi". Wan senyum.

Along selalu dapat nombor semasa peperiksaan. Wan akan masak pulut kuning dan jem durian. Along tak suka makan durian, tapi jem durian Wan memang terbaik. Along tanya kepada Wan kenapa kita tak makan KFC, McDonald's macam orang lain? Wan diam, kemudian Wan kata pulut kuning buat Along semakin handsome. Wan, apabila Along dah besar, perkara itu macam tak benar je. Tapi, Along sekarang faham kenapa Wan kata sedemikian. Along harap Along tidak pernah tanya.

Along selalu buat Wan nangis. Wan tidak cukup duit nak beli buku di Pasar Cina Taman Saraya. Wan lumpuh separuh badan, jadi Along yang tolong bawakan dompet Wan. Along marah, Along tinggalkan Wan macam tu ja. Along menyorok di gerai ikan masin. Bila Along dah puas, Along pergi jumpa Wan balik. Wan nangis. Muka Wan merah. Wan guna tudung lusuh Wan untuk lap air mata Wan. Akhirnya, Wan beli juga buku Along. Tapi, kenapa Wan tak nak borak dengan Along?

Masa dapat result UPSR, Along dapat 5A. Along berlari dengan badan Along yang gendut itu ke arah Wan. Along tunjuk slip itu pada Wan. Kenapa Wan nangis? Bukan ini ke yang Wan nak? Along akan duduk asrama, Along takkan minta Wan bayar tuisyen dan duit pada Uncle Van. Along tidak akan susahkan Wan lagi. Kenapa Wan menangis?

Semasa Along dah masuk Tingkatan, Along dah jadi kurus. Wan selalu tanya, kenapa tak makan? Along diam. Dulu Along banyak tanya Wan, sekarang Wan pula yang selalu tanya. Dulu Along selalu jumpa Wan, sekarang jumpa kadang-kadang saja.

Wan kata, rumah Wan sunyi. Tiada sesiapa. Wan kemas rumah kemudian Wan tidur. Esok pun sama. Wan tiada orang nak diajak berborak. Wan tiada orang hendak diajak ke pasar. Along senyap.

Wan kata, nanti bila Along dah ada anak, bawalah ke rumah Wan. Wan akan jaga mereka macam Wan jaga Along.

Wan kata, nanti bila Along dah berjaya jangan lupa lawat Wan.

Apa yang Wan kata, semua jadi benar. Along dapat 5A, masuk asrama. Semua terjadi. Tapi, sayangnya Along tak dapat bawa anak-anak Along jumpa Wan. Along pun tidak dapat lawat Wan ke rumah. Kerana sudah tiada sesiapa ada di rumah dah. Wan tak tinggal sana lagi...

Kini, Along dah dapat keputusan SPM. Ironinya, Wan pun dah beritahu Along pasal ini.

Tapak kaki yang besar, pulut kuning yang membuatkan Along handsome mungkin tidak benar, tetapi cerita-cerita itu yang membentuk Along sehingga jadi seperti hari ini..

Semoga Wan aman damai di rumah baru Wan. Eh, lupa pulak. Ada lagi satu Wan janji, tapi Wan tak buat.

Wan kata Wan nak datang masa ambil result SPM macam UPSR, tapi Along datang seorang diri saja ke sekolah. Tidak mengapa, Wan tidak pernah tinggalkan Along... Wan sentiasa hidup di dalam diri Along.

Al-Fatihah ke atas Hajah Fadillah binti Mahat.

*Kalau anda perasan, gambar-gambar di entri ini menunjukkan waktu pagi, tengah hari dan akhirnya malam. Hari mempunyai kitaran. Sama juga seperti kita. Pasti, akan kembali ke permulaan kita, iaitu tiada. Malam yang dipenuhi bayangan beliau di dalam mimpi membuatkan ambo terfikir, bila pula giliran ambo ke rumah Wan? :)