Mortal Student

Kelas Tajwid terbaru di Bait Hanan. [betul ke? Kantoi tak ingat nama rumah jiran.]

"Faham ke, mereka-mereka yang tak datang kelas minggu lepas? Syuhada? Syaimaa? Atiqah?"

Saya segera mengangguk dan menutup separuh muka dengan lembaran tajwid. Saya datang r kelas minggu lepas, kak.

Kantoi selalu ponteng kelas.

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Cuaca tidak menyebelahi saya kali ini.

Paru-paru tidak sihat. Kerongkong juga.

Hari pertama, demam kebah dengan tidur. Hari kedua, buat-buat tidak perasan.

Hari ketiga, iaitu hari ini, saya tewas.

Sudah makan Panadol? Along pasti akan tanya. Sudah tentu la belum. Siapa nak makan benda pahit tu?

Lagipun, immunity badan perlu dilatih sekali-sekala. Ah, I can the word 'bongok' flashing through your mind.

Mulanya ingin ponteng kelas Al-Quran, tetapi kaki automatik je berjalan menunggu bas.

Saya kantoi dengan ustazah tadi. Kalau tersengguk sahaja, tidak mengapa. Tetapi kepala saya terjatuh terus ke atas meja.

Memalukan Maryam sahaja.

Masuk hari ini, sudah tiga hari berturut-turut saya pulang dari kelas dan terus mencampakkan diri di bawah lihaf.

Dan hari ini juga, hari ketiga saya memakai sweater di dalam rumah semenjak pertengahan musim sejuk yang lalu.

Selepas ini ada kelas Ustaz Syed Kadir di Imarah 9.

Kak Bella suruh pergi, menggantikan SC kami pada minggu ini.

Pergi je la. Dekat sangat pun.

Ingin sahaja ponteng dan tidur awal malam ini, tetapi kalau masih mampu berlegar-legar dan mengemaskini blog, sudah pasti masih mampu menghadiri majlis ilmu, kan?

Kak Khadijah [KD] yang akan pulang ke Malaysia malam ini berpesan,

"Jangan beri alasan untuk menjadi lemah."

Sudah lama saya tak bagi alasan. Agaknya. Sebab saya tak pasti apa perbezaan alasan dan sebab.

Ada pemikir abstrak yang boleh tolong jawab?

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Selamat kembali bertiga ditemani mushrif. Shukran walau siapa pun anta.

Perbincangan kitab Bidayatul Hidayah tadi menarik dan membuka minda saya terhadap ibadah solat kita yang seringkali dipandang enteng dengan ustaz mengupas bab Adabul Imam wal Qudwah.

Perbincangan kitab seterusnya yang dimulakan pada 2130 jam pula... maaf, saya syahid.

Nadiah beri keizinan untuk saya menggunakan dirinya sebagai bantal dan dia sahkan saya demam. Haha!~

Baiklah, saya bersikap kebudak-budakan.

Seronok bila boleh bersandar pada orang lain.

p/s: Internet imarah kami tak settle lagi. Haha, lembab betul siput ni buat kerja.

Duulab: The End

Tak senang duduk.

Terasa nak balik. Tapi kalau balik, apa yang boleh saya buat?

Tidak mahu bermadah panjang dan membuang lebih banyak masa. Teruskan hidup, budak.

Tadi, tiga kali berulang alik ke pasar Sayyeda Zainab untuk membeli almari bersama Radhi dan Lin.

Terasa selesa dapat keluar. Bukan selalu ada alasan untuk keluar.

Walaupun saya mengharapkan yang terbaik untuk diri saya, saya masih dapat menjangkakan bahawa keluar hari ini tidak akan membawa sebarang hasil.

Selain daripada kaki seluar saya kotor tempias lopak air di pasar, saya pulang ke rumah dengan tangan kosong.

Sedangkan mereka berdua sudah pun bertemu jodoh dengan almari yang diidami.

Fuh.

Dah hampir empat bulan bertapak di Imarah 11. Sedangkan beg kargo jiran-jiran sudah mula mengumpul debu Sahara di bawah katil, saya punya masih lagi berfungsi sebagai tempat menghumban [maksud saya, lipat dan letak elok-elok] pakaian.

Saya dan Cik Duulab memang tiada jodoh, kan?

Rasanya, semua orang dah ada almari. Maka saya kehabisan idea untuk mengajak siapa untuk diajak teman untuk membeli almari.

Saya bukanlah jenis yang pandai membeli-belah benda-benda besar bersendirian. Berteman sudah pasti diperlukan agar saya tidak menyesal dengan pembelian.

Hah. Apa dah jadi, ni?

Terasa diri semakin hopeless.

Terasa diri semakin merosot.

Opah

Along sms, Opah nazak. Doakan.

Saya manusia atau robot? Kenapa tak boleh nak rasa apa-apa?

PERUBATAN Idol

Bear in mind that sleeping does not substitute Panadol.

Yesterday was the last day for PERUBATAN yearly seminar and Majlis Apresiasi Graduan 09 succeeded it.

The journey in search for the venue was a blast, may I say, let alone the event itself.

The most memorable part for me is Abang Faizal's performance. It was a puisi; no doubt home-made, and followed by Frank Sinatra's My Way.

Let's just say I'll vote for him in PERUBATAN Idol [if there's one] and My Way will be running in my playlist for quite some time.

I wonder what Ara will think if I change my alarm tone to that song. No doubt she'll be heavenly pissed.

p/s: I got lost under the sun, which highlights the genius in me. Am recuperating from the minute heatstroke by sweeping and mopping the inferior part of imarah.

Because Panadol is not delicious and I'm tired of sleeping.

The report for the event is still behaving itself in my notebook. I'll have it emailed to boss before Maghrib.

Edited 1949 hour:

It's past Isya' now.

Make that by Maghrib tomorrow.

Oh man, I'm screwed.

Soften Glare

Illustrated by MusliMultimedia.

Serious-looking, isn't she? Like those no-nonsense lady, ready to snap you out with her mere glare.

It struck me how familiar she looks.

When I first saw this picture, it was from a slide presentation during one of our programs.

It reminds me of myself in public.

I still remember that our dear mudirah once commented how serious I looked, adding "Intimidating for others to come nearer."

Indeed, glaring people is a good self-defence, but I better be clear of what am I defending myself against.

It can't be helped that I enjoy squirming people under my gaze, but let's not have too much fun, shall we? They might run away, screaming.

We wouldn't want that, would we?

Happily with the Electric Bills

As always, nothing annoys me more than the electrical bill for our imarah.

I still hadn't gotten over the rotten feeling of paying up more than LE400 for one single bill last month and today, the bill guy comes again.

This time, by stabbing straight to our hearts.

The first month here, our house had the meter reading of 140 units and paid LE12.00.

Second, it was 321 units for LE48.50.

Third, which was just now, stabbed me with a real LE248.00 for 970 units used.

That 'am... He was the reason I lose control of myself after so long of being slightly patient and no string of curses spouted off.

It was real pain because I don't know what to do. I argued, yet still have to pay up.

And the real stab was not knowing who to turn to. Before you asked, yes, the sensible part of me did consulted various seniors and the official hotline.

It sucks to be us.

Bills paid, another USD100 flew out the window. What happens after this is in His hand.

Though it sucks, I'm sure He'll open up another easy path for us.

Just keep your faith.

But if you think and put your best effort forth until the end,

then the outcome can't be that bad.
Furukawa Akio, Clannad After Story episode 15

p/s: Please move out once the contract is over.

Rust

Among the first Arabic saying I was earlier introduced once touching down in Egypt is the commonly heard,

ركود الماء يفسده فراغ الشباب يقتله
“Statiknya air akan merosakkannya, statiknya pemuda

(dengan banyaknya masa lapang dia) akan membunuh dirinya.”

If a puddle of water remain static instead of flowing, mosquitoes will breed there. Rubbish will accumulate and algae will be flourish.

Thus the water will no longer benefit human.

So applies to teenagers.

We're in our peak state. Spring. Noon. Where the sun shines the brightest, illuminating most part of the world.

If we're static now, inactive, or wrongly active, it will only turn us into some living corpse. Dutifully obligating nothing but our own nafsu.

Benefiting not for ourself. The community we're living in. The ummah.

The supposedly functioning gears will be rusted. No lubricants applied. Friction doubled.

Thus the revival of ummah shall be halted.

Being a living corpse is a liability to oneself, let alone benefiting the community. Which is exactly what the Yahudi and Nasrani are after.

Owh, that's harsh.
It's reality, my dear.

It applies to me, of course. I am a normal healthy teenager after all.

Academically, me being static [by being away from academic-related materials] will rust my brain. Lipofuscin will accumulate in my brain cells and intelectually, I will die.

Spiritually, me being static [by being away from tarbiyah-related materials] will rust my soul; the core of my existance. Dark spots will accumulate in my heart and literally, I will die.

I'm not quite ready to die yet. I've still haven't performed all my obligations.

So let's not die yet, shall we?

Let's be proactive person and maximize our time output, shall we?

Let's busy ourselves with anything productive and contributing to the revival of ummah, shall we?

So...

Care to join me at Hari Kesihatan Wanita 09 in Hayyu Asyir today, at 8.30 am? *winks*

Sunrise at Sinai

0115 hour, 040109, we started to climb Jabal Musa.

Made it to the top around 0430 hour.

Sunrise was breath-taking.

And it was oddly serene there. No Etisalat reception.

Though I can't help feeling like I'm forgetting something here. Hmm.

Yesterday, Big Boss called.

And dutifully reminding me of the report for 'Mesej Kemanusiaan dari Gaza'.

I laughed albeit a bit awkwardly. Ah, yes, that. How could it slipped my mind?

Then, Boss asked me the same question, to which I laughed and curtly replied, "On the way."

Boss said "Bagus."

... I'm screwed.

I wish I'm back at the peak of Sinai. At least, no one can reach me there.