Bila asam dan ikan bertemu…

Benarlah kata orang, kalau jodoh tidak ke mana, ada rezeki dirahmati Allah, sejauh mana pun kita terpisah, insyaAllah ketemu jua. Hari Sabtu hari itu menjadi hari yang cukup bersejarah buat saya: reunion Syed Putra batch 1982-2007 di One Sport Center Subang (pertama kali saya dapat join reunion alumni sekolah dalam tempoh 6 tahun ni); saya yang pada asalnya hanya mahu turun menonton, alih-alih terpaksa pula turun bermain futsal sekali, cukupkan geng batch 2002. Kelam-kabut ke The Summit membeli kasut dan baju yang sesuai, ye lah, takkan lah nak melawa control ayu pulak dalam padang kan? Walaupun kumpulan saya kalah 3 game dan cuma menang 1 game sahaja (keseluruhan 4 gol- saya dapat sumbat 3 gol ^_^), tapi memang seronok betul, berpeluh mengalahkan mandi hujan, terjatuh tergolek-golek di padang, kasut tercabutlah, dan macam-macam lagi.

Bila dah lama tak jumpa tu, pelbagai kisah suka-duka yang keluar. Mendengar cerita mereka, timbul perasaan keinsafan di dalam diri, elok juga saya tercampak di bumi Russia, terdedah dengan pelbagai ragam manusia yang cara hidupnya (orang Rusia, negara-negara lain dan juga orang Malaysia sendiri) begitu bebas tanpa kekangan agama dan moral membuat saya selalu bermuhasabah diri, dari situlah terbitnya rasa ingin memperbaiki diri dan mendalami ilmu agama agar dapat jadi pembenteng diri yang paling utuh. Adakalanya alpa juga, tapi syukur alhamdulillah, cahaya-Nya masih bersinar buat saya. Pabila teringat atau tersedar semula, cepat-cepat kembali ke pangkal jalan. Allah itu Maha Kaya dan Maha Penyayang sifat-Nya, asalkan kita benar-benar ikhlas mahu mencari-Nya (dan lepas itu berusaha mendekatkan diri kepada-Nya), insyaAllah Dia tidak akan menzalimi kita para hamba-Nya ini.

Firman Allah: “dan ingatlah aku di waktu pagi dan petang, niscaya Aku cukupkan masa bagimu di antara keduanya.”

Pertemuan dengan mereka buat saya kembali bersemangat, tidak mahu mensia-siakan masa cuti saya selama 2 bulan lebih ini, lepas balik petang itu, aktiviti saya lebih ligat:

1) melawat adik kesayangan saya Ayu (lagak saya mengalahkan warden buat sport check. Hehe =), habis semua tempat saya jelajahi, dari kantin sehinggalah ke tandas 4^th floor. Jumpa kawan-kawan rapat adik saya, duduk di tempat duduknya di dalam kelas dan meneliti buku-bukunya. Tak semena-mena saya kena bawa balik buku Physics dan Chemistry, perlu belajar semula, jadi tutor adik saya dan kawan-kawannya.

2) Mengemas meja adik saya dan mengisytiharkannya jadi hak milik saya sepanjang 2 bulan ini (hehe, that’s the best part). Kat rumah saya ni, ada 4 orang budak kecik , kadang-kala tak menang tangan nak mengemas, terpaksa tunjuk muka garang sikit supaya mereka takkan ganggu ruang belajar saya tu (menyepahkan barang-barang di atas meja). Hehe =p, rasa macam Napoleon Bonaparte pun ada: ruthless dan what I see, is what I conquer. (muahaha).

3) Lebih giat berhubung semula dengan kawan-kawan lama. Kita kenalah rajin menyambungkan semula tali silaturrahim yang adakalanya renggang dimamah waktu. Jangan kedekut sangat masa dan wang anda, dan biarlah kita yang jadi pemulanya, tak perlu tunggu orang lain membuka langkah. Cara saya, peluang yang ada perlu dimanfaatkan sebaik-baiknya, kalau tak ada peluang, binalah ia, cari dan wujudkan sendiri. (nasib baik saya ni tak berbakat dalam berniaga, kalau tak mesti jadi businesswoman yang kejam. Hehe) . Biarlah kita jadi macam air yang mengalir di celah-celah batu di gunung, disekat di kiri ia ke kanan, disekat di kanan, ia ke atas batu pula, jangankan di atas batu, ada yang keluar dari batu pun ada! Itulah kuasa Tuhan, setiap ciptaan-Nya ada hikmah-Nya, ia buat kita berfikir dan menginsafi diri, aplikasikan ia ke hidup kita.

4) Keluar beli buku-buku medic dan buku cerita. Saya ni memang tak boleh hidup kalau tak dapat baca sesuatu, sebelum keluar beli buku ni, punyalah restless sampai dapat buku-buku adik yang sekolah rendah tu pun jadilah. Kemudian ulang semula majalah-majalah lama saya. Hehe. Currently reading: the Lost Princess – a double story by George MacDonald, Snake and Ladders – a View of Modern India by Gita Mehta (dari zaman sekolah menengah saya cuba habiskan buku ni, hehe) dan the 24 Carrot Manager by Adrian Gostick and Chester Elton (buku abang). Saya kadang-kadang teringin nak jadi penulis ruangan sehari sebuah buku macam kat dalam paper utusan tu. Mungkin perlu ditukar jadi ‘a bit of few books per day’. Hehe =p. (saya memang suka baca 2-3 buku sekaligus, kalau betul-betul seronok jalan ceritanya barulah saya akan habiskannya terus).

Apa-apa sekalipun, hargailah masa dan pergunakanlah ia dengan sebaik-baiknya. Dan sekali-sekala, keluarlah dari kepompong hidup anda tu, janganlah asyik dengan dunia sendiri sahaja – keluarlah besarkan horizon hidup anda dan jadikan hidup kita ini lebih bermakna. Dalam mengejar dunia, yang penting akhirat tidak boleh ditinggalkan; dalam mengejar akhirat pula, dunia juga tidak boleh disisihkan. Allah pun suka akan hamba-hamba Nya yang bersungguh-sungguh dalam setiap perkara (benda-benda yang baik dan bermanfaat sahaja), tidak sepatutnya anda menjadi seorang yang sambil lewa buat kerja sedangkan pada masa yang sama anda mengaku anda islam…

Worth the time.

The day I wrote this entry, I was officially in home (my sweet home Malaysia) for less than 2 days (22/06/08), yet I’ve experience so much thing that might sound uneventful to some but priceless to me. Every time I went back to Malaysia, all the usual things never fail to give me good memories. ^_^ It really is true: everything does stem from the way you perceive things, and it all rooted from what you believe in deep down in your heart.

Event 1: reading Emirates donation brochure

The flight from Moscow to Dubai was around 5 hours; I usually slept if off after eating or reading magazine yet at that time I was restless. I can’t sleep properly, nor do I enjoy the food like I usually do. And so, I’ve started reading whatever Emirates put inside the seat pockets very attentively (mind you, I read them from corner to corner, top to bottom and words by words). Then I come across these-4-colourful-pages-about-donation-brochure that somehow makes my heart ache. There are 3 stories inside; wrote about different people living in different places and different time yet there all bear the same details: there were all very bright but unfortunate children. Seeing their smiling faces despite the not-so-hostile-condition, it really wonders me how graceful but strong heart they have. In recognizing that there is much more to them than just the meek body (due to malnourishment and poverty), they need all the love and care, provided with good money and education too of course. The ‘Bus them to Purkal’ project really caught my attention. This 10 year project was made for girls living in remote villages in the foothills of Himalaya (Northern India). They helped buses 20 girls to English medium school in the city (30 minutes ride) and later to the society’s school for classes and a daily meal. All the girls are thriving very well despite their unfortunate backgrounds. Their only complaint is that those people who help them (in this case Emirates and some NGO supervising this project) did not wish the girls to be with them on Sundays. T_T (they really want to learn yet for those who have the opportunity didn’t…) So for those like me who are lucky enough to have family, place to stay and education, starts counting your blessing! Life should never be taken for granted.

Event 2: lessons I learn from the Ultraman show.

According to my youngest brother Dos (he was the reason why I stuck to watch the episode in the first place), this Ultraman show is the newest one: series of Ultraman Max- design with 3 small horns on top of its head. As usual, the story is about the heroes fighting the alien (in this case, an ugly monster which just hatch from a very big white egg with the appearance of turtle plus 2 different-i-don’t-know-what-kind-of-species it is).In the story no matter how hard the Ultraman tried, the monster just wont died. And here comes the best part: one small crying girl starts playing a very sad yet beautiful song with her flute. (Well, actually, I know it’s not the girl that played it since I can hear there is also sound of piano in the song she played – a wonderful classical piece). The girl was crying because her village is thoroughly destroyed and her mother died in the incident. She played the song as her last respect to the dead. Somehow, the monster became very still and started changing shape to a golden shining different combination of musical instruments (the turtle shape still intact though); harps, flute, soprano recorders and string quartet if I’m not mistaken. In the end: the only things that help Ultraman saved the day are by offering peace (through the sad song played by the girl), how irony is that? This is how the children’s show should be made. Teach the children that violence and aggression are not the only way to solve problem. As much as I hate to point out that there are far too much hatred and anger unresolved all around us (especially adult), it is also important to note that along the way, love is still the best way to help us last the day. We are human after all!!

Ps: there are more events to tell, but I guess that’s all I have to say for now. See you in the next entry =)