Panjang pulak entry nih… T_T

Esok merupakan hari terakhir aku berkhidmat di Auspac Solutions.

Banyak kenangan indah daripada kenangan pahit selama aku bekerja dengan kawan-kawan kat sini, especially dengan Boss aku.

Aku harap semoga Auspac Solution menjadi salah satu company terulung kat Malaysia, insya-Allah. It is run by good people, cuma segelintir aje makhluk kat dalam admin yang macam haram jadah.

Boss, saya mintak maaf kalau saya ada buat salah semasa saya bertugas. Saya tak reti nak cakap depan2, taknak tengok awak sedih ke, atau awak tengok saya sedih ke. Jangan risau, saya sentiasa support awak, kalau awak nak mintak tolong saya buat kerja awak, awak msg je saya, bagi .exe baru, saya tolong mana yang saya mampu, insyaAllah.

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.

Akhirnya, Ramadhan meninggalkan kita.

Kita bersiap-siap untuk menyambut Hari Raya Aidilfitri.

“Hari Kemenangan!” kata salah seorang daripada sahabat saya.

“Kemenangan daripada apa, ya akhi?” saya bertanya kembali.

“Kemenangan mengalahkan hawa nafsu! Selama sebulan kita berperang dengan hawa nafsu tanpa ada campur tangan daripada pihak Iblis. Kita memenangi pertarungan tersebut dan Aidilfitri merupakan hari untuk kita menyambut kemenangan besar ini!”

Sungguh bersemangat dia.

Sunday is Gloomy.

Penipuan Terancang.

Hari ini cuaca sangat sejuk dan suram. Nak katakan hujan, takde pon air jatuh daripada langit, nak katakan tak hujan, takde pon kelihata sang suria menyinari bumi Tuhan ini.

Badan aku plak macam nak demam. Aku taknak demam, tapi badan aku yang nak hahahahahah *aper aku merepek nih*. Jadi skarang terpaksalah aku bekerja dalam keadaan demam + sakit tekak + selsema (itu tak kira lagi Encik kahak yang bermaharajalela di dalam tekak. Cis!)

Ada segelintir manusia yang konon-konon risau akan diriku ini, tapi sebenarnya tak pun. Orang-orang begini pura-pura ambil berat, pura-pura sayang walhal mereka cuma berpura-pura sebab taknak aku kecik hati. Jika kau terasa seperti di dalam golongan orang-orang begini, maka tuntutlah apa-apa hak kamu ke atas aku, lepas tuh berundurlah daripada hidup aku dengan baik. Aku benci, aku meluat, aku menyampah dengan orang yang berpura-pura! In other words, get the fuck out of my life!

Mereka ingat aku tak tahu perancangan mereka. *sigh* The burden of knowing…

Dia hampir tiba.

Nampaknya Ramadhan dah semakin hampir. Aku pernah buat satu posting tentang Ramadhan (dan aku rasa itu adalah posting favourite aku heheheh), kali nih rasa macam nak buat tapi malas. Apa yang penting, aku sangat gembira dengan kedatangan Ramadhan. Yelah, ada Pasar Ramadhan, ada kebab, ada roti lami, ada gugusan awek-awek kilang yang menziarahi Pasar Ramadhan kerana mereka pura-pura membeli lauk berbuka puasa, dan macam-macam lagi. Tambahan pula, awek-awek yang pergi bersolat tarawikh di masjid berhampiran. XD

Harap kawan-kawan yang kerja jauh-jauh balik JB, boleh ajak lepak. It’s been a while sehhhh…

Kelas Yang Seronok.

Kelas Sheikh Faiz semalam sangat best. Beliau menceritakan tentang apa itu “Sunnah” , dan apa pecahan-pecahan Sunnah Rasulullah s.a.w. mengikut Fiqh. Baru aku tau, ada Sunnah Rasulullah s.a.w. yang wajib di ikuti (contohnya makan pakai tangan kanan, ini wajib, seriously!), ada yang wajib di hindari @ haram (macam cabut kening, etc), ada yang dibenarkan buat kerana tiada larangan khusus (seperti makan sejenis binatang padang pasir dipanggil ‘dhab’ ), ada yang buat dapat pahala, tak buat takpe (ini yang kita orang melayu selalu salah tafsir tentang “sunnah” ), dan ada yang dibuat tak berapa best, kalau tinggalkan dapat pahala (makruh). Aku juga ditegur (lagi) oleh beliau …

“When are you gonna get married, brother Ahmad?”

Aku cuma mampu jawab…

“Until I’ve obtained enough cash, Sheikh”

Seperti biasa, beliau akan gelak separa gembira separa sinis, dan melontarkan kata-kata…

“Allah is the Provider, brother. Do not be afraid.”

Kalaulah Sheikh Faiz faham macam mana pemikiran masyarakat kita, sudah pasti dia akan mengerti kenapa aku masih tak kahwin lagi. Sesungguhnya aku dah bersedia daripada mental dan fizikal untuk berkahwin, cuma daripada sudut kewangan je yang agak merumitkan. Takpe, akan aku usaha. Semoga Allah s.w.t. membantu usaha murni ku ini HOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Merindui mereka sampai demam?

Saya amat merindui mereka. Apalah cerita Nur Alieya Zara. Semoga Allah merahmati dia dan menjadikan dia seorang Muslimah yang lebih baik daripada kita semua, insyaAllah. Khumaira pula baru mula buat part-time dengan Wall’s. Jadi promoter aiskrim. Aku SANGAT RISAU, tapi takpelah. At least dia ada teman.

Skarang badan memang rasa tak best. Macam nak demam, tapi macam taknak demam. Selsema tak payah ceritalah, rasanya dah boleh buat 5 cawan Neslo Ais hahahaha. Tekak rasa sakit, kepala pon sakit.

Aku kene selsema babi ker? Taknaklah kene, tak macho. T_T

A mother’s magic

There once a Chinese boy who lived in Malacca. He was a good son, the eldest. Took good care of his siblings. Though he was a naughty boy, he never disobeyed his parents.

The boy grew up to a fine and sturdy young man.

Live is full of surprises, and surprisingly, this young man fell in love with a Malay woman.

Back in those days, it is quite unacceptable for a Chinese to marry a Malay, due to the then country’s unstable political situation. The Chinese man insisted on marrying the woman he loved, and that means that he would have to accept her religion, which is Islam.

After listening to what Islam teaches, the Chinese man was attracted to the fact that Islam teaches it’s followers to forgive rather than to repay. This strengthen his love towards Islam, and the woman he loved.

After thorough thinking, the Chinese man decided to embrace Islam and marry the Malay woman. As expected, he was faced by the wrath of his parents, especially his mother.

The Chinese man’s mother declared, “Kalau lu keluar dari ini rumah, gua mati lu tak dapat tengok mayat gua!” (If you step out of this house, you will never get to see my face when I die!). The man was sad, but he ignored the warning, and took off to a new journey.

The Chinese man and the Malay woman got married, even though both of their families objected their marriage. They settle down in Singapore, hoping to start life anew.

The woman got pregnant. Singapore gave out new rules, that Malaysian women cannot deliver her baby in Singapore, as they do not want citizenship conflict. The couples comes back to Malaysia, hoping for a help from both families.

The Chinese man’s family accepted them. They invited the couple to their house, and a mother and her son reunites again.

Allah s.w.t. blessed the couple with a baby boy, and happiness and joy filled their house in Malacca.

Soon, the couple decided to moved to KL, and again, mother and son were parted. This time, the mother blessed her son.

Seasons pass and time flies. The family moved from KL to JB.  After 12 years of his son’s birth, he was struck with the most devastating news.

His mother had passed away.

Shaken, eyes filled with tears, he drove all the way from his house in JB to Malacca, hoping to kiss his mother one last time. Alas, fate has a cruel way of manipulating the world.

Humans forget, but Allah s.w.t. does not.

The coffin were already nailed. All of the siblings didn’t realize that their older brother was on his way home.

The Chinese man was dumb-found. He sit beside his mother’s coffin, weeping, apologizing for the bad things he had done. It did nothing but broke the silence. He realize that his mother’s curse came true, and he never got the chance to look at her face, neither did he got the chance to kiss her cheek one final time.

On the funeral day, the Chinese man looked sadly as they lowered the coffin of his late mother into the grave.

He turned to his son and said :

“Son, remember my advice to you. Allah s.w.t will always answer the prayer of a mother to her child, even though she is a non-believer. Never, ever hurt your mother in any means nessessary. Loved her as she had loved you. I have lost my chance of apologizing to my mother. I don’t want you to lose yours. Remember this, my son!”

I am the child that Allah blessed to the couple.

That Chinese man is my beloved father.

That Malay woman is my beloved mother.

That mother that cursed her son was my grand-mother.

And those were my beloved father’s experience, and his golden advice, to me, his only son.

Thy Lord hath decreed that ye worship none but Him, and that ye be kind to parents. Whether one or both of them attain old age in thy life, say not to them a word of contempt, nor repel them, but address them in terms of honour.

And, out of kindness, lower to them the wing of humility, and say: “My Lord! bestow on them thy Mercy even as they cherished me in childhood.”

(Glorious Qur’an;17:23-24)