Suami saya adalah serorang jurutera, saya mencintai sifatnya yangsemulajadi dan saya menyukai perasaan hangat yang muncul dihati saya ketikabersandar dibahunya.3 tahun dalam masa perkenalan dan 2 tahun dalam masa pernikahan, saya harusakui, bahawa saya mulai merasa letih...lelah, alasan-alasan sayamencintainya dulu telah berubah menjadi sesuatu yang menjemukan. Sayaseorang wanita yang sentimental dan benar-benar sensitif serta berperasaanhalus. Saya merindui saat-saat romantis seperti seorang anak kecil yangsentiasa mengharapkan belaian ayah dan ibunya. Tetapi, semua itu tidakpernah saya perolehi. Suami saya jauh berbeza dari yang saya harapkan. Rasasensitifnya kurang. Dan ketidakmampuannya dalam menciptakan suasana yangromantis dalam perkahwinan kami telah mematahkan semua harapan sayaterhadap cinta yang ideal.Suatu hari, saya beranikan diri untuk mengatakan keputusan saya kepadanya,bahawa saya inginkan penceraian."Mengapa?"Dia bertanya dengan nada terkejut."Siti letih, Abang tidak pernah cuba memberikan cinta yang saya inginkan."Dia diam dan termenung sepanjang malam di depan komputernya, nampakseolah-olah sedang mengerjakan sesuatu, padahal tidak.Kekecewaan saya semakin bertambah, seorang lelaki yang tidak dapatmengekspresikan perasaannya, apalagi yang boleh saya harapkan daripadanya?Dan akhirnya dia bertanya."Apa yang Abang boleh lakukan untuk mengubah fikiran Siti?" Saya merenungmatanya dalam-dalam dan menjawab dengan perlahan."Siti ada 1 soalan, kalau Abang temui jawapannya didalam hati Siti, Sitiakan mengubah fikiran Siti; Seandainya, Siti menyukai sekuntum bunga cantikyang ada ditebing gunung dan kita berdua tahu jika Abang memanjatgunung-gunung itu, Abang akan mati. Apakah yang Abang akan lakukan untukSiti?"Dia termenung dan akhirnya berkata, "Abang akan memberikan jawapannyaesok." Hati saya terus gundah mendengar responnya itu.Keesokan paginya, dia tidak ada di rumah, dan saya menenui selembar kertasdengan coretan tangannya dibawah sebiji gelas yang berisi susu hangat yangbertuliskan...'Sayangku, Abang tidak akan mengambil bunga itu untukmu, tetapi izinkanAbang untuk menjelaskan alasannya." Kalimah pertama itu menghancurkan hatisaya. Namun, saya masih terus ingin membacanya."Siti boleh mengetik dikomputer dan selalu mengusik program didalamnya danakhirnya menangis di depan monitor, Abang harus memberikan jari-jari Abangsupaya boleh membantu Siti untuk memperbaiki program tersebut.""Siti selalu lupa membawa kunci rumah ketika Siti keluar, dan Abang harusmemberikan kaki Abang supaya boleh menendang pintu, dan membuka pintu untukSiti ketika pulang.""Siti suka jalan-jalan di shopping complexs tetapi selalu tersasar dan adaketikanya sesat di tempat-tempat baru yang Siti kunjungi, Abang harusmencari Siti dari satu lot kedai ke satu lot kedai yang lain mencarimu danmembawa Siti pulang ke rumah.""Siti selalu sengal-sengal badan sewaktu 'teman baik' Siti datang setiapbulan, dan Abang harus memberikan tangan Abang untuk memicit dan mengurutkaki Siti yang sengal itu.""Siti lebih suka duduk di rumah, dan Abang selalu risau Siti akan menjadi'pelik'. Dan Abang harus membelikan sesuatu yang dapat menghiburkan Sitidirumah atau meminjamkan lidah Abang untuk menceritakan hal-hal kelakaryang Abang alami.""Siti selalu menatap komputer, membaca buku dan itu tidak baik untukkesihatan mata Siti, Abang harus menjaga mata Abang agar ketika kita tuananti, abang dapat menolong mengguntingkan kukumu dan memandikanmu.""Tangan Abang akan memegang tangan Siti, membimbing menelusuri pantai,menikmati matahari pagi dan pasir yang indah. Menceritakan warna-warnabunga yang bersinar dan indah seperti cantiknya wajahmu.""Tetapi sayangku, Abang tidak akan mengambil bunga itu untuk mati. Kerana,Abang tidak sanggup melihat airmatamu mengalir menangisi kematian Abang.""Sayangku, Abang tahu, ada ramai orang yang boleh mencintaimu lebihdaripada Abang mencintai Siti.""Untuk itu sayang, jika semua yang telah diberikan oleh tangan, kaki, mataAbang tidak cukup bagi Siti. Abang tidak akan menahan diri Siti mencaritangan, kaki dan mata lain yang dapat membahagiakan Siti."Airmata saya jatuh ke atas tulisannya dan membuatkan tintanya menjadikabur, tetapi saya tetap berusaha untuk terus membacanya lagi."Dan sekarang, Siti telah selesai membaca jawapan Abang. Jika Siti puashatidengan semua jawapan ini, dan tetap inginkan Abang tinggal di rumah ini,tolong bukakan pintu rumah kita, Abang sekarang sedang berdiri di luar sanamenunggu jawapan Siti." "Tetapi, jika Siti tidak puas hati,sayangku...biarkan Abang masuk untuk mengemaskan barang-barang Abang, danAbang tidak akan menyulitkan hidupmu. Percayalah, bahagia Abang bila Sitibahagia."Saya terpegun. Segera mata memandang pintu yang terkatup rapat. Lalu sayasegera berlari membukakan pintu dan melihatnya berdiri di depan pintudengan wajah gusar sambil tangannya memegang susu dan roti kesukaan saya.Oh! Kini saya tahu, tidak ada orang yang pernah mencintai saya lebih daridia mencintai saya. Itulah cinta, di saat kita merasa cinta itu telahberansur-ansur hilang dari hati kita kerana kita merasa dia tidak dapatmemberikan cinta dalam 'kewujudan' yang kita inginkan, maka cinta itu telahhadir dalam 'kewujudan' yang tidak pernah kita bayangkan sebelum ini.
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Selembar bulu mata
Diceritakan di Hari Pembalasan kelak, ada seorang hamba Allah sedang diadili. Ia dituduh bersalah, menyia-nyiakan umurnya di dunia untuk berbuat maksiat. Tetapi ia berkeras membantah. "Tidak. Demi langit dan bumi sungguh tidak benar. Saya tidak melakukan semua itu."Tetapi saksi-saksi mengatakan engkau betul- betul telah menjerumuskan dirimu sendiri ke dalam dosa," jawab malaikat. Orang itu menoleh ke kiri dan ke kanan, lalu ke segenap penjuru. Tetapi anehnya, ia tidak menjumpai seorang saksi pun yg sedang berdiri.Di situ hanya ada dia sendirian. Makanya ia pun menyanggah, "Manakah saksi-saksi yang kau maksudkan? Di sini tidak ada siapa kecuali aku dan suaramu."."Inilah saksi-saksi itu," ujar malaikat. Tiba-tiba mata angkat bicara, "Saya yang memandangi." Disusul oleh telinga, "Saya yg mendengarkan." Hidung pun tidak ketinggalan, "Saya yang mencium." Bibir mengaku, "Saya yang merayu." Lidah menambah, "Saya yang mengisap." Tangan meneruskan, "Saya yang meraba dan meramas." Kaki menyusul, "Saya yang dipakai lari ketika ketahuan." "Nah kalau kubiarkan, seluruh anggota tubuhmu akan memberikan kesaksian tentang perbuatan aibmu itu," ucap malaikat.Orang tersebut tidak dapat membuka sanggahannya lagi. Ia putus asa dan amat berduka, sebab sebentar lagi bakal dijebloskan ke dalam jahanam. Padahal, rasa-rasanya ia telah terbebas dari tuduhan dosa itu. Tatkala ia sedang dilanda kesedihan itu, sekonyong-konyong terdengar suara yang amat lembut dari selembar bulu matanya: "Saya pun ingin juga mengangkat sumpah sebagai saksi." "Silakan", kata malaikat. "Terus terang saja, menjelang ajalnya, pada suatu tengah malam yg lengang, aku pernah dibasahinya dengan air mata ketika ia sedang menangis menyesali perbuatan buruknya. Bukankah nabinya pernah berjanji, bahwa apabila ada seorang hamba kemudian bertaubat, walaupun selembar bulu matanya saja yang terbasahi air matanya, namun sudah diharamkan dirinya dari ancaman api neraka. Maka saya, selembar bulu matanya, berani tampil sebagai saksi bahwa ia telah melakukan taubat sampai membasahi saya dengan air mata penyesalan." Dengan kesaksian selembar bulu mata itu, orang tersebut di bebaskan dari neraka dan diantarkan ke syurga. Sampai terdengar suara bergaung kepada para penghuni syurga: "Lihatlah, Hamba Tuhan ini masuk syurga karena pertolongan selembar bulu mata."
Kisah Pokok Epal
Suatu masa dahulu, terdapat sebatang pokok epal yang amat besar. Seorang kanak-kanak lelaki begitu gemar bermain-main di sekitar pokok epal ini setiap hari. Dia memanjat pokok tersebut, memetik serta memakan epal sepuas-puas hatinya, dan adakalanya dia berehat lalu terlelap di perdu pokok epal tersebut. Budak lelaki tersebut begitu menyayangi tempat permainannya. Pokok epal itu juga menyukai budak tersebut.
Masa berlalu... budak lelaki itu sudah besar dan menjadi seorang remaja. Dia tidak lagi menghabiskan masanya setiap hari bermain di sekitar pokok epal tersebut. Namun begitu, suatu hari dia datang kepada pokok epal tersebut dengan wajah yang sedih. "Marilah bermain-mainlah di sekitarku," ajak pokok epal itu. "Aku bukan lagi kanak-kanak, aku tidak lagi gemar bermain dengan engkau," jawab budak remaja itu. "Aku mahukan permainan. Aku perlukan wang untuk membelinya," tambah budak remaja itu dengan nada yang sedih. Lalu pokok epal itu berkata, "Kalau begitu, petiklah epal-epal yang ada padaku. Jualkannya untuk mendapatkan wang. Dengan itu, kau dapat membeli permainan yang kau inginkan." Budak remaja itu dengan gembiranya memetik semua epal di pokok itu dan pergi dari situ. Dia tidak kembali lagi selepas itu. Pokok epal itu merasa sedih. Masa berlalu...
Suatu hari, budak remaja itu kembali. Dia semakin dewasa. Pokok epal itu merasa gembira. "Marilah bermain-mainlah di sekitarku," ajak pokok epal itu. "Aku tiada masa untuk bermain. Aku terpaksa bekerja untuk mendapatkan wang. Aku ingin membina rumah sebagai tempat perlindungan untuk keluargaku. Bolehkah kau menolongku?" Tanya budak itu. "Maafkan aku. Aku tidak mempunyai rumah. Tetapi kau boleh memotong dahan-dahanku yang besar ini dan kau buatlah rumah daripadanya." Pokok epal itu memberikan cadangan. Lalu, budak yang semakin dewasa itu memotong kesemua dahan pokok epal itu dan pergi dengan gembiranya. Pokok epal itu pun tumpang gembira tetapi kemudiannya merasa sedih kerana budak itu tidak kembali lagi selepas itu.
Suatu hari yang panas, seorang lelaki datang menemui pokok epal itu. Dia sebenarnya adalah budak lelaki yang pernah bermain-main dengan pokok epal itu. Dia telah matang dan dewasa. "Marilah bermain-mainlah di sekitarku," ajak pokok epal itu. "Maafkan aku, tetapi aku bukan lagi budak lelaki yang suka bermain-main di sekitarmu. Aku sudah dewasa. Aku mempunyai cita-cita untuk belayar. Malangnya, aku tidak mempunyai bot. Bolehkah kau menolongku?" tanya lelaki itu. "Aku tidak mempunyai bot untuk diberikan kepada kau. Tetapi kau boleh memotong batang pokok ini untuk dijadikan bot. Kau akan dapat belayar dengan gembira," cadang pokok epal itu. Lelaki itu merasa amat gembira dan menebang batang pokok epal itu. Dia kemudiannya pergi dari situ dengan gembiranya dan tidak kembali lagi selepas itu.
Namun begitu, pada suatu hari, seorang lelaki yang semakin dimamah usia, datang menuju pokok epal itu. Dia adalah budak lelaki yang pernah bermain di sekitar pokok epal itu. "Maafkan aku. Aku tidak ada apa-apa lagi nak diberikan kepada kau. Aku sudah memberikan buahku untuk kau jual, dahanku untuk kau buat rumah, batangku untuk kau buat bot. Aku hanya ada tunggul dengan akar yang hampir mati..." kata pokok epal itu dengan nada pilu. "Aku tidak mahu epalmu kerana aku sudah tiada bergigi untuk memakannya, aku tidak mahu dahanmu kerana aku sudah tua untuk memotongnya, aku tidak mahu batang pokokmu kerana aku berupaya untuk belayar lagi, aku merasa penat dan ingin berehat," jawab lelaki tua itu. "Jika begitu, berehatlah di perduku," cadang pokok epal itu. Lalu lelaki tua itu duduk berehat di perdu pokok epal itu dan berehat. Mereka berdua menangis kegembiraan.
Cerita ini sengaja dipaparkan untuk mengajak para remaja berfikir tentang pengajaran di sebalik cerita tersebut. Sebenarnya, pokok epal yang dimaksudkan di dalam cerita itu adalah kedua-dua ibu bapa kita. Bila kita masih muda, kita suka bermain dengan mereka. Ketika kita meningkat remaja, kita perlukan bantuan mereka untuk meneruskan hidup. Kita tinggalkan mereka, dan hanya kembali meminta pertolongan apabila kita di dalam kesusahan. Namun begitu, mereka tetap menolong kita dan melakukan apa sahaja asalkan kita bahagia dan gembira dalam hidup. Anda mungkin terfikir bahawa budak lelaki itu bersikap kejam terhadap pokok epal itu, tetapi fikirkanlah, itu hakikatnya bagaimana kebanyakan anak-anak masa kini melayan ibu bapa mereka. Hargailah jasa ibu bapa kepada kita. Jangan hanya kita menghargai mereka semasa menyambut hari ibu dan hari bapa setiap tahun.
Masa berlalu... budak lelaki itu sudah besar dan menjadi seorang remaja. Dia tidak lagi menghabiskan masanya setiap hari bermain di sekitar pokok epal tersebut. Namun begitu, suatu hari dia datang kepada pokok epal tersebut dengan wajah yang sedih. "Marilah bermain-mainlah di sekitarku," ajak pokok epal itu. "Aku bukan lagi kanak-kanak, aku tidak lagi gemar bermain dengan engkau," jawab budak remaja itu. "Aku mahukan permainan. Aku perlukan wang untuk membelinya," tambah budak remaja itu dengan nada yang sedih. Lalu pokok epal itu berkata, "Kalau begitu, petiklah epal-epal yang ada padaku. Jualkannya untuk mendapatkan wang. Dengan itu, kau dapat membeli permainan yang kau inginkan." Budak remaja itu dengan gembiranya memetik semua epal di pokok itu dan pergi dari situ. Dia tidak kembali lagi selepas itu. Pokok epal itu merasa sedih. Masa berlalu...
Suatu hari, budak remaja itu kembali. Dia semakin dewasa. Pokok epal itu merasa gembira. "Marilah bermain-mainlah di sekitarku," ajak pokok epal itu. "Aku tiada masa untuk bermain. Aku terpaksa bekerja untuk mendapatkan wang. Aku ingin membina rumah sebagai tempat perlindungan untuk keluargaku. Bolehkah kau menolongku?" Tanya budak itu. "Maafkan aku. Aku tidak mempunyai rumah. Tetapi kau boleh memotong dahan-dahanku yang besar ini dan kau buatlah rumah daripadanya." Pokok epal itu memberikan cadangan. Lalu, budak yang semakin dewasa itu memotong kesemua dahan pokok epal itu dan pergi dengan gembiranya. Pokok epal itu pun tumpang gembira tetapi kemudiannya merasa sedih kerana budak itu tidak kembali lagi selepas itu.
Suatu hari yang panas, seorang lelaki datang menemui pokok epal itu. Dia sebenarnya adalah budak lelaki yang pernah bermain-main dengan pokok epal itu. Dia telah matang dan dewasa. "Marilah bermain-mainlah di sekitarku," ajak pokok epal itu. "Maafkan aku, tetapi aku bukan lagi budak lelaki yang suka bermain-main di sekitarmu. Aku sudah dewasa. Aku mempunyai cita-cita untuk belayar. Malangnya, aku tidak mempunyai bot. Bolehkah kau menolongku?" tanya lelaki itu. "Aku tidak mempunyai bot untuk diberikan kepada kau. Tetapi kau boleh memotong batang pokok ini untuk dijadikan bot. Kau akan dapat belayar dengan gembira," cadang pokok epal itu. Lelaki itu merasa amat gembira dan menebang batang pokok epal itu. Dia kemudiannya pergi dari situ dengan gembiranya dan tidak kembali lagi selepas itu.
Namun begitu, pada suatu hari, seorang lelaki yang semakin dimamah usia, datang menuju pokok epal itu. Dia adalah budak lelaki yang pernah bermain di sekitar pokok epal itu. "Maafkan aku. Aku tidak ada apa-apa lagi nak diberikan kepada kau. Aku sudah memberikan buahku untuk kau jual, dahanku untuk kau buat rumah, batangku untuk kau buat bot. Aku hanya ada tunggul dengan akar yang hampir mati..." kata pokok epal itu dengan nada pilu. "Aku tidak mahu epalmu kerana aku sudah tiada bergigi untuk memakannya, aku tidak mahu dahanmu kerana aku sudah tua untuk memotongnya, aku tidak mahu batang pokokmu kerana aku berupaya untuk belayar lagi, aku merasa penat dan ingin berehat," jawab lelaki tua itu. "Jika begitu, berehatlah di perduku," cadang pokok epal itu. Lalu lelaki tua itu duduk berehat di perdu pokok epal itu dan berehat. Mereka berdua menangis kegembiraan.
Cerita ini sengaja dipaparkan untuk mengajak para remaja berfikir tentang pengajaran di sebalik cerita tersebut. Sebenarnya, pokok epal yang dimaksudkan di dalam cerita itu adalah kedua-dua ibu bapa kita. Bila kita masih muda, kita suka bermain dengan mereka. Ketika kita meningkat remaja, kita perlukan bantuan mereka untuk meneruskan hidup. Kita tinggalkan mereka, dan hanya kembali meminta pertolongan apabila kita di dalam kesusahan. Namun begitu, mereka tetap menolong kita dan melakukan apa sahaja asalkan kita bahagia dan gembira dalam hidup. Anda mungkin terfikir bahawa budak lelaki itu bersikap kejam terhadap pokok epal itu, tetapi fikirkanlah, itu hakikatnya bagaimana kebanyakan anak-anak masa kini melayan ibu bapa mereka. Hargailah jasa ibu bapa kepada kita. Jangan hanya kita menghargai mereka semasa menyambut hari ibu dan hari bapa setiap tahun.
Empat Isteriku
Aduhai 4 orang Isteriku..Suatu ketika, ada seorang pedagang kaya yang mempunyai empat orang isteri. Dia mencintai isteri yang keempat dan memberikan harta dan kesenangan yang banyak. Sebab, isteri keempat adalah yang tercantik di antara kesemua isterinya. Maka, tidak hairan lelaki ini sering memberikan yang terbaik untuk isteri keempatnya itu.Pedagang itu juga mencintai isterinya yang ketiga. Dia sangat bangga dengan isterinya ini, dan sering berusaha untuk memperkenalkan isteri ketiganya ini kepada semua temannya. Namun dia juga selalu bimbang kalau-kalau isterinya ini akan lari dengan lelaki yang lain.Begitu juga dengan isterinya yang kedua. Dia juga sangat menyukainya. Dia adalah seorang isteri yang sabar dan penuh pengertian. Bila-bila masa pun apabila pedagang ini mendapat masalah, dia selalu meminta pandangan isterinya yang kedua ini. dialah tempat bergantung. Dia selalu menolong dan mendapingi suaminya melalui masa-masa yang sulit.Sama halnya dengan isterinya yang pertama. Dia adalah pasangan yang sangat setia. Dia sering membawa kebaikan bagi kehidupan keluarga ini. dialah yang merawat dan mengatur semua kekayaan dan usaha si suami. Akan tetapi si pedangang tidak begitu mencintainya. Walaupun isteri pertamanya ini begitu saying kepadanya namun, pedagang ini tidak begitu memperdulikannya.Suatu ketika, si pedagang sakit. Kemudian dia menyedari mungkin masa untuknya hidup tinggal tidak lama lagi. Dia mula merenungi semua kehidupan indahnya, dan berkata dalam hati, “Saat ini, aku punya empat orang isteri. Namun, apabila aku meninggal, aku akan sendiri. Betapa menyedihkan jika aku harus hidup sendiri.”Lalu dia meminta semua isterinya datang dan kemudian mulai bertanya pada isteri keempatnya, “Kaulah yang paling kucintai, kuberikan kau gaun dan perhiasan yang indah. Nah sekarang, aku akan mati, mahukan kau mendapingiku dan menemaniku?” Isteri keempatnya terdiam. “Tentu saja tidak!” jawab isterinya yang keempat, dan pergi begitu sahaj tanpa berkata-kata lagi. Jawapan itu sangat menyakitkan hati seakan-akan ada pisau yang terhunus dan menghiris-hiris hatinya.Pedagang yang sedih itu lalu bertanya kepada isteri ketiganya, “Aku pun mencintaimu sepenuh hati, dan saat ini, hidupku akan berakhir. Mahukah kau ikut denganku, dan menemani akhir hayatku?”. Isteri ketiganya menjawab, “Hidup begitu indah di sini. Aku akan menikah lagi jika kau mati”. Pedagang begitu terpukul dengan jawapan isteri ketiganya itu.Lalu, dia bertanya kepada isteri keduanya, “Aku selalu berpaling padamu setiap kali mendapat masalah. Dan kau selalu mahu membantuku. Kini, aku perlu sekali pertolonganmu. Kalau aku mati, mahukah kau ikut dan mendampingiku?” Si isteri kedua menjawab perlahan, “Maafkan aku…aku tak mampu menolongmu kali ini. Aku hanya boleh menghantarmu keliang kubur saj. Nanti, akan kubuatkan makam yang indah buatmu.”Jawapan itu seperti kilat yang menyambar. Si pedagang kini berasa putus asa. Tiba-tiba terdengar satu suara, “Aku akan tinggal denganmu. Aku akan ikut ke manapun kau pergi. Aku, tak akan meninggalkanmu, aku akan setia bersamamu.” Si pedagang lalu menoleh ke arah suara itu dan mendapati isteri pertamanya yang berkata begitu. Isteri pertamanya tampak begitu kurus. Badannya seperti orang yang kelaparan. Berasa menyesal, si pedagang lalu berguman, “Kalau saja aku mampu melayanmu lebih baik pada saat aku mampu, tak akan kubiarkan kau seperti ini isteriku.”
MORAL OF THE STORY...Teman, sesungguhnya kita punya empat orang isteri dalam hidup ini;
ISTERI KEEMPAT adalah tubuh kita. Seberapa banyak waktu dan belanja yang kita keluarkan untuk tubuh kita supaya tampak indah dan gagah, semuanya akan hilang. Ia akan pergi segera apabila kita meninggal. Tak ada keindahan dan kegagahan yang tersisa saat kita menghadapNYA.
ISTERI KETIGA adalah status sosial dan kekayaan kita. Saat kita meninggal, semuanya akan pergi kepada yang lain. Mereka akan berpindah dan melupakan kita yang pernah memilikinya.
ISTERI KEDUA pula adalah kerabat dan teman-teman. Seberapa pun dekat hubungan kita dengan mereka, mereka tak akan mampu bersama kita selamanya. Hanya sampai kuburla mereka akan menemani kita.
DAN SESUNGGUHNYA ISTERI PERTAMA adalah jiwa dan amal kita. Mungkin kita sering mengabaikan dan melupakannya demi kekayaan dan kesenangan peribadi. Namun, sebenarnya, hanya jiwa dan amal kita sajalah yang mampu untuk terus setia dan mendampingi kemanapun kita melangkah. Hanya amal yang mampu menolong kita diakhirat kelak.Jadi, selagi mampu, perlakukanlah jiwa dan amal kita dengan bijak. Jangan sampai kita menyesal kemudian hari!…
MORAL OF THE STORY...Teman, sesungguhnya kita punya empat orang isteri dalam hidup ini;
ISTERI KEEMPAT adalah tubuh kita. Seberapa banyak waktu dan belanja yang kita keluarkan untuk tubuh kita supaya tampak indah dan gagah, semuanya akan hilang. Ia akan pergi segera apabila kita meninggal. Tak ada keindahan dan kegagahan yang tersisa saat kita menghadapNYA.
ISTERI KETIGA adalah status sosial dan kekayaan kita. Saat kita meninggal, semuanya akan pergi kepada yang lain. Mereka akan berpindah dan melupakan kita yang pernah memilikinya.
ISTERI KEDUA pula adalah kerabat dan teman-teman. Seberapa pun dekat hubungan kita dengan mereka, mereka tak akan mampu bersama kita selamanya. Hanya sampai kuburla mereka akan menemani kita.
DAN SESUNGGUHNYA ISTERI PERTAMA adalah jiwa dan amal kita. Mungkin kita sering mengabaikan dan melupakannya demi kekayaan dan kesenangan peribadi. Namun, sebenarnya, hanya jiwa dan amal kita sajalah yang mampu untuk terus setia dan mendampingi kemanapun kita melangkah. Hanya amal yang mampu menolong kita diakhirat kelak.Jadi, selagi mampu, perlakukanlah jiwa dan amal kita dengan bijak. Jangan sampai kita menyesal kemudian hari!…
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Penyesalan Seorang Suami
"Aduh....sakitnyer...isk..... aduuh....Bang sakit nye tak tahan saya" keluh Nisa pada suaminya Zakri. "Apelah awak nie....lama sangat nak bersalin dah berjam-jam
dah tak keluar-keluar juga. Penat dah saya tunggu. Nih mesti ader benda yang tak elok awak buat , itu lah sebab lambat keluar budak tu banyak dosa la tu" rungut Zakri pd Nisa. Nisa
hanya diam dan menahan sakit nak beranak, hampir 1 jam Nisa dalam bilik bersalin tapi baby tak keluar juga. Sebak hati Nisa bila Zakri berkata begitu.
Sejak mengandung ada sahaja yang tidak kena dihati Zakri terhadapnya. Seakan-akan membenci Nisa dan anak yang dikandungnya. Jururawat datang memeriksa dan kemudian bergegas memanggil Doktor Johari...Doktor Johari (Doktor Peribadi)datang dan bergegas menyediakan keperluan menyambut kelahiran. Nisa hanya mendiamkan diri menahan sakit dan air mata
meleleh panas dipipi bukan disebabkan takut atau sakit tapi rungutan Zakri tadi.
Doktor Johari menyuruh Nisa meneran ..."Come on Nisa u can do it...one more...." Kata ransang Doktor Johari itu membuatkan Nisa bertenaga dan sekali teran sahaja kepala
baby sudah keluar..."Good mummy" kata Doktor Johari selepas
menyambut baby yang keluar itu. Tiba-tiba Nisa terasa sakit lagi dan Nisa meneran untuk kali kedua dan keluar seorang lagi baby, kembar rupanya. "Nisa u got twin, boy and girl, putih macam mummy dia" kata Doktor Johari memuji Nisa. "Tahniah Zakri,it's a twin" Doktor Johari mengucapkan tahniah kepada Zakri. Zakri hanya mendiamkan diri setelah menyaksikan kelahiran anak pertamanya,kembar pulak . Memang Doktor Johari itu menyuruhnya melihat bagaimana keadaan kelahiran anaknya. Baby boy dan girl Nisa namakan Mohammad Danial dan Nur
Dania. Nisa berasa lega... tapi Nisa masih lagi teringat kata-kata Zakri padanya sebentar tadi.
Terlalu banyak kata-kata yang membuat Nisa selalu kecil hati . Tapi Nisa tahankan sahaja. Nisa tahu kalau Nisa mengadu pada emak, Nisa akan dimarahi semula. Jadi Nisa hanya diam dan memendam rasa. Danial dan Dania diletakkan dinursery di Hospital itu sementara menanti Nisa berehat kemudian dapatlah Nisa menyusukan Danial dan Dania. Comel sungguh kembar Nisa.
Nisa termenung dan otak fikirannya menerbang kembali detik-detik semasa Nisa mengandungkan kandungannya, Zakri selalu memarahi Nisa, ada sahaja yang tidak kena. Kata Nisa yang bukan-bukan, gila, ada sahaja tuduhan yang tidak masuk akal semuanya dihamburkan pada Nisa. Tak sanggup Nisa hadapi semua itu tapi demi kandungannya, Nisa kuatkan semangat dan pendirian Nisa. Ingat lagi waktu Nisa mula mengandung Zakri tak percaya Nisa mengandung anak dia, dua kali dia membuat pemeriksaan Antenatal samada Nisa mengandung. Zakri ragu anak dalam kandungan Nisa. Dia tak boleh terima baru tiga bulan kahwin dah mengandung...Nisa dah 2 bulan...Nisa cuma kosong selama sebulan selepas berkahwin. Nisa tak tau nak cakap apa. Nisa balik rumah dalam kesedihan. Pada mulanya Nisa gembira bila mengandung tapi sebaliknya pula yg terjadi.
Perasaan hati Nisa bangga Nisa dapat memberi zuriat kepada Zakri. Tapi apa yang Nisa dapat
hanyalah tuduhan yang tak pernah terlintas di otak jemala Nisa. "Kenapa abang berlainan sekarang ni, tak macam dulu pelembut, suka berjenaka, ni tak asyik nak cari salah Nisa sahaja. Nape Bang?"soal Nisa pada Zakri ."Kaulah penyebabnya. Tak yah nak tunjuk baik plak"
Zakri menempelak Nisa "Jantan mana yang kau layan kat opis kau tu" sergah Zakri lagi. "Abg syak Nisa ngan lelaki lain ke? Kenapa Abg syak yg bukan-bukan, Nisakan isteri Abang yang sah tak kan Nisa nak buat jahat ngan orang lain pulak Bang"? terang Nisa pada Zakri. "ALLAH dah bagi kita rezeki awal, tak baik cakap cam tu. Itu semua kehendak ALLAH"
Nisa senyum dan menghampiri sambil memeluk badan suaminya tetapi Zakri meleraikan pelukan Nisa dengan kasar sehingga Nisa hampir tersungkur. Nisa menangis dan sedih. Zakri buat tak tahu sahaja. Deraian airmata Nisa semakin laju. Nisa hanya mampu menangis.Terasa dada Nisa sakit menahan semua tohmahan dari Zakri, suaminya yang sah. "Woi, benda-benda tu boleh terjadilah Nisa, kawan baik ngan bini sendiri, suami sendiri, bapak ngan anak, hah emak
ngan menantu pun bole jadi tau apatah lagi macam kau nie, tau tak. Tu dulu kawan kau lama tu yang satu opis ngan kau tu, Farid, bukan main baik lagi budak tu" marah Zakri. "Entah-entah keturunan kau , darah daging kau pun tak senonoh.....heee teruk. Nasib aku la dapat bini cam engkau ni"kutuk Zakri lagi pada Nisa.
"Bawa mengucap Bang, jangan tuduh saya yang bukan-bukan saya bukan perempuan tak tentu arah walaupun saya menumpang keluarga ni , saya bukan jenis macam tu saya tau akan halal haram, hukum hakam agama. Walaupun saya tak tau asal usul keluarga kandung saya, saya
bersyukur dan berterima kasih pada emak kerana jaga saya dari kecil dah macam darah daging saya sendiri" kata Nisa pada Zakri. "Tapi Abang tak boleh hina keluarga kandung saya walaupun saya tak penah tengok muka ayah dan mak kandung saya. Mereka lahirkan saya kedunia"ucap Nisa sambil menangis.
Semenjak kejadian itu Nisa terpaksa mengikut Zakri ketempat kerjanya apabila habis waktu kerja. Nisa berehat di Surau tempat Zakri bekerja. Zakri bekerja di salah sebuah Pusat
membeli belah dan kerjanya mengikut shif. Kalau Zakri shif malam terpaksalah Nisa menunggu
Zakri sehingga pukul 10.30 malam - 11.30 malam sehingga habis Pusat membeli belah itu tamat waktu perniagaannya. Nisa terpaksa berbohong pada emak dan keluarga lain dengan mengatakan Nisa buat overtime di pejabat. Nisa terpaksa berbuat demikian kerana tidak mahu
dikata-kata dan dituduh lagi. Dengan keadaan perut semakin membesar Nisa gagahkan juga. Tetapi kadangkala Zakri tidak menjemput Nisa ditempat kerja terpaksalah Nisa menaiki bas. Begitulah Nisa sehinggalah Nisa hampir pada waktu bersalin Nisa.
Kalau diminta jemput...macam-macam kata kesat dilemparkan pada Nisa, perempuan tak tau berdikarilah, berlagak senang lah, lagak kayalah. Pernah suatu hari Nisa naik marah kerana Zakri jemput Nisa lambat sampai sakit pinggang Nisa menunggunya. Nisa menangis. Zakri tiba-tiba naik angin dan cakap perangai Nisa macam firaun la, perempuan tak sedar dirilah, tak
layak jadi isterilah, menyusahkan macam-macam kata nista dilemparkan pada Nisa. Nisa tambah sedih mengenangkan diri Nisa, ngadu kat emak takut dimarahi pula...bila Nisa balik kerumah kami berdua akan berlakun yang kami tidak bergaduh...Nisa sedaya upaya tidak mahu menunjukkan yang masalah melanda perkahwinan kami. Kasihan Nisa...dalam keadaan yang begitu
Nisa masih mampu bertahan masih kuat lagi emosinya.
Satu hari Zakri dalam keadaan marah telah menarik rambut Nisa dan menghantukkan kepala Nisa ke dinding...Nisa hanya mampu menangis dan menanggung kesakitan gara-gara Nisa nak
pergi ke rumah Mak Usu Nisa yang ingin mengahwinkan anaknya di Tanjung Karang. Emak Nisa dah seminggu pergi kesana untuk menolong Hari dah mula petang jadi Nisa mendesak agar
bertolak cepat kerana kalau hari malam nanti bahaya , "Kita nak jalan jauh ni Bang. Biarlah kita pergi awal sikit bolehlah tolong apa yang patut.
Masa nilah kita nak membalas pertolongan mereka, ingat tak masa kita kahwin mereka bekerja keras kan"kata Nisa pada Zakri. Zakri ketika itu sedang berehat menonton. "Bang dengar tak ni, lagi pun hari dah mula gelap, takut plak hujan nanti"desak Nisa lagi. Tiba-tiba Zakri
bangun dan mukanya bengis memandang Nisa "Kau tahu aku penatkan, tak boleh tunggu ker, suka hati aku lah nak pegi malam ke siang ke tak pegi lansung ker"marah Zakri. "Itu Nisa tau, Abang dah berehat dari pagi tadi Bang masih penat lagi, Nisa cuma nak ingatkan Abang saja"Nisa memberitahu Zakri. Zakri datang pada Nisa dan direntapnya rambut Nisa dan di hantukkannya kepala Nisa kedinding. Nisa tak dapat buat apa. YA ALLAH sanggup Zakri berbuat demikian...terasa kebas kepala Nisa dan mula membengkak. Pening kepala Nisa dibuatnya."YA ALLAH kau kuatkan iman aku YA ALLAH, lindungilah aku dan kandungan aku dari bahaya YA ALLAH"doa Nisa dalam hatinya. Nisa memencilkan diri Nisa disudut dinding dan
menangis.
Zakri kemudian duduk diam. Nisa rasa kepala Nisa macam nak pecah. Kebas masih lagi dan membengkak...berdenyut2..."Bang Nisa minta maaf jika Nisa membuat Abang marah"Nisa memohon
maaf pada Zakri sambil teresak-esak. Treet, Treet, Treet, Treet....bunyi handphone
Zakri. "Sapa plak nie sebok je...." Rungut Zakri yang tengah sibuk berborak dengan kawan-kawan di salah sebuah caf. "Hoi, Encik Zakri, bini ko kat wad tak gi jengok ke, apa punya laki ko nie?sindir Azlan, kawan pejabat Zakri. "Alah, dia sihat je kat wad tu, makan tanggung berak cangkung, ha,ha,ha"gelak Zakri dan kawan-kawan lain. Azlan cuma berdiam diri. "Senangnya hidup Zakri nie tak ader risau langsung pasal bini dia"cetus hati Azlan. "Akulah kalau bini aku masuk wad bersalin aku sentiasa dok sebelah dia tau...mereka
perlukan kita masa tu...nyawa mereka dihujung tanduk semata-mata nak melahirkan zuriat yang dari darah daging engkau tau, cuba fikir sikit"
Azlan mengingatkan Zakri. "Iyelah, Lan, lagipun Nisa dah bersalin, selamat dah, sekarang tengah berehat laaa, apa aku nak risau lagi"jawab Zakri selamba. "Suka hati kau lah, tapi kalau ader apa-apa nanti kau jangan menyesal Zakri, sesal tak sudah nanti"kata Azlan lagi.
Treet, Treet, Treet....bunyi handphone Zakri. "Hello Zakri speaking" jawab Zakri. "Hello Zakri, Doktor Johari sini, ade masalahlah Zakri, pasal Nisa, datang segera ke hospital ye
Zakri, Nisa tidak sedarkan diri........."panggilan kecemasan dari Doktor Johari "Iye ke, teruk ke dia Johari , okay I datang"...tuttttttt. Zakri menamatkan perbualannya dengan Doktor Johari.
"Lan. Kau ikut aku, Nisa tak sedar diri ..."ajak Zakri pada Lan. "Hah, tadi kau kata bini kau sihat"tanya Lan pada Zakri. "Alah jom ler cepat" desak Zakri.
"Zakri, kami tak dapat selamatkan Nisa, Nisa mengalami pendarahan otak yang serius, sebelum nie pernah tak Nisa jatuh atau...terhantuk kuat cause sebelah kanan kepalanya kelihatan bengkak dan ada tanda lebam. Mungkin kesan dah lama ?" tanya Doktor Johari
dengan serius dan ingin penjelasan Zakri. Zakri hanya mendiamkan diri. Automatik otak Zakri
teringat yang dia pernah menarik rambut Nisa dan menghantukkan kepala Nisa kedinding sekuatnya...dan selepas kejadian itu Zakri tidak pernah pun membawa Nisa ke Klinik untuk membuat pemeriksaan kepalanya dan semenjak kejadian itu Nisa sering sakit kepala yang
teruk ...tapi Zakri tidak pernah mengendahkan kesakitan Nisa....baginya Nisa mengada-ngada
...saja buat sakit untuk minta simpati...tetapi sebaliknya.....Zakri hanya diam...."YA ALLAH apa aku dah buat" rasa bersalah membuat dirinya terasa menggigil...
"Doktor Zainal yang merawat Nisa kerana Nisa mengadu sakit kepala sewaktu Nisa memberi susu pada kembarnya di Nursery, sakit yang amat sangat katanya so Doktor Zainal membawa Nisa ke Lab untuk membuat scanning di kepalanya dan confirm otaknya ada darah beku tapi malangnya ia sudah ditahap yang kritikal, kami tak mampu lakukan apa-apa kerana Nisa
tidak mahu di operation sebelum meminta izin dari kau Zakri, Nisa telah pergi dulu dengan tenang. Permintaan terakhir Nisa, Nisa minta kau membaca diarinya. I'm really sorry Zakri. ALLAH berkuasa Zakri kita tak dapat menghalangnya" kata Doktor Johari lalu memberikan Zakri sebuah diari yang berbalut kemas dengan kain lampin baby yang masih baru.
Zakri mengambil diari itu dan membuka setiap lembaran diari Nisa, setiap lembaran tertulis rapi tulisan Nisa dan peristiwa yang berlaku pada Nisa pada setiap hari , Zakri membacanya
sepintas dan nyata keluhan, kesakitan & segala luahan rasa Nisa semuanya tertera di diarinya.Dan Zakri dapati setiap peristiwa itu semuanya perlakuan buruk Zakri terhadap Nisa..."YA ALLAH kenapa aku buat Nisa begini"terdetik hati Zakri selepas membaca tiap lembaran diari Nisa. Dan terpandang oleh Zakri mukasurat akhir lembaran diari yang ditanda dengan bunga ros merah yang telah kering...membuat Zakri tertarik untuk membacanya...
Untuk suami Nisa yang tersayang, I LOVE U Bang..."SELAMAT HARI ULANG TAHUN PERKAHWINAN YANG PERTAMA" Assalamualaikum. Abang, Ingat tak bunga Ros merah ni, Abang berikan pada Nisa sewaktu mula mengenali Abang. Lama Nisa simpan bunga tu Bang...Bunga inilah lambang
bermulanya perkenalan Nisa dengan Abang. Nisa benar-benar menyayangi Abang. Nisa menyimpan setiap hadiah yang abang bagi pada Nisa. Abang tak pernah tahu kan... Itulah salah satu
buktinya betapa sayangnya Nisa..
Terlebih dahulu Nisa ingin sangat dengar Abang panggil Nisa AYANG seperti kita baru kahwin...Abang panggil Nisa AYANG...terasa diri dimanja bila Abang panggil Nisa cam tu...walaupun Nisa dapat merasa panggilan AYANG itu seketika sahaja. Abang dah banyak berubah. Perkataan AYANG telah hilang dan tidak kedengaran untuk Nisa lagi. Kenapa?
Benci kah Abang pada Nisa? Abang...mukasurat nie khas utk Abang. Bacalah semoga Abang
tahu sayangnya Nisa pada Abang. Abang ingatkan hari nie hari ulangtahun perkahwinan kita yang pertama dan Nisa hadiahkan Abang.......Danial dan Dania. Untuk Nisa tak perlulah Abang bagi kerana tak ada apa yang Nisa inginkan melainkan kasih sayang Abang pada Nisa. Nisa akan pergi mencari ketenangan dan kedamaian untuk diri Nisa. Nisa pergi untuk menemui NYA.
Nisa harap Abang akan menjaga Danial dan Dania dengan baik dan jangan sekali-kali sakiti mereka. Danial dan Dania tak tahu apa-apa. Itulah hadiah paling berharga dari diri Nisa dan
mereka adalah darah daging Abang. Jangan seksa mereka. Abang boleh seksa Nisa tapi bukan mereka. Sayangilah mereka...Nisa ingin mengatakan bahawa Nisa tak ada hubungan dengan sesiapa melainkan Abang sahaja di hati Nisa. Jiwa dan raga Nisa hanya untuk Abang seorang.
Terima kasih kerana Abang sudi mengahwini Nisa walaupun Nisa in cuma menumpang kasih disebuah keluarga yang menjaga Nisa dari kecil hinggalah Nisa bertemu dengan Abang dan berkahwin. Nisa harap Abang tidak akan mensia-siakan kembar kita dan Nisa tidak mahu mereka mengikut jejak kehidupan Nisa yang malang kerana menumpang kasih dari keluarga yang bukan dari darah daging Nisa...tapi Nisa bersyukur kerana dapat mengecapi kasih sayang sepenuhnya dari keluarga ini. Nisa harap sangat Abang akan sentiasa memberitahu pada kembar kita yang Nisa ibunya akan sentiasa bersama disamping kembar kita, walau pun Nisa tak dapat membelai dan hanya seketika sahaja dapat mengenyangkan kembar kita dengan air susu Nisa.
Berjanji pada Nisa dan ingat DANIAL dan DANIA adalah darah daging abang...Ampunkan Nisa dan halalkan segala makan minum Nisa selama setahun kita bersama. Sekiranya Abang tidak sudi menerima Danial dan Dania berilah pada emak Nisa supaya emak menjaga kembar kita dan segala perbelanjaan Nisa dah buat nama emak untuk KWSP Nisa. Biarlah emak menjaga kembar kita sekurang-kurang terubat juga rindu emak sekeluarga pada Nisa nanti bila memandang
kembar kita. Comel anak kita bang...Dania mengikut raut muka Abang...sejuk kata orang dan Nisa yakin mesti Danial akan mengikut iras raut wajah Nisa...Ibunya...sejuk perut Nisa
mengandungkan mereka.
Inilah peninggalan Nisa untuk Abang. Semoga Abang masih sudi menyayangi dan mengingati walaupun Nisa sudah tiada disisi Abang dan kembar kita.Wassalam. Salam terakhir dari Nisa Untuk Abang dan semua.Doakan Nisa.
Ikhlas dari Nur Nisa
"Sabarlah Zakri, ALLAH maha berkuasa. Kuatkan semangat kau, kau masih ada Danial dan Dania" pujuk Azlan. Zakri hanya tunduk membisu. YA ALLAH, Nisa maafkan Abg Nisa. Zakri
longlai dan diari ditangannya terlepas, sekeping gambar dihari pernikahan antara Zakri dan Nisa jatuh dikakinya dan Zakri mengambilnya. Belakang gambar itu tertulis "HARI YANG
PALING GEMBIRA DAN BAHAGIA BUAT NISA DAN SEKELUARGA. NISA DISAMPING SUAMI TERCINTA SELEPAS
DIIJABKABULKAN. SEMOGA KEGEMBIRAAN DAN KEBAHAGIAAN AKAN MENYELUBUNGI DIRI NISA DAN KELUARGA NISA HINGGA KEAKHIR HAYAT NISA.
Zakri terjelepuk dilantai dan berjuta penyesalan merangkumi seluruh tubuhnya. Zakri seakan orang hilang akal. Satu demi satu setiap perlakuannya terhadap isterinya Nisa seperti
terakam dalam kotak otaknya...setiap perbuatannya...seperti wayang jelas terpampang...kenapalah sampai begini jadinya...kejamnya aku...Nisa, Nisa, Nisa maafkan Abang Nisa.
Sewaktu jenazah Nisa tiba dirumah suasana amat memilukan. Zakri tidak terdaya untuk melihat keluarga Nisa yang begitu sedih atas pemergian Nisa. Namun emak Nisa begitu tabah dan redha. Danial dan Dania sentiasa di dalam pangkuan neneknya. Saat akhir untuk melihat Jenazah Nisa, Zakri lihat muka Nisa tenang bersih dan Zakri kucup dahi Nisa buat kali terakhir seakan-akan lirik mata Nisa mengikuti wajah Zakri. "Nisa Abang minta ampun dan maaf" bisik Zakri perlahan pada telinga Nisa sambil menangis dengan berjuta penyesalan
menimpa-nimpa dirinya. Apabila Zakri meletakkan kembar disisi ibunya mereka diam dari tangisan dan tangan dari bedungan terkeluar seolah-olah mengusapi pipi ibu mereka buat kali terakhir dan terlihat oleh Zakri ada titisan airmata bergenang di tepi mata Nisa. Meleleh perlahan-lahan bila kembar itu diangkat oleh Zakri. Kembar menangis semula setelah diangkat oleh Zakri dan diberikan kepada neneknya.
Jenazah Nisa dibawa ke pusara dan ramai yang mengiringinya termasuklah kembar bersama. Walaupun kembar tidak tahu apa-apa tapi biarlah kembar mengiringi pemergian Nisa, Ibu
mereka yang melahirkan mereka. Amat sedih ketika itu. Zakri tidak mampu berkata apa-apa melainkan menangisi pemergian Nisa yang selama ini merana atas perbuatannya.
Dan akhirnya Jenazah Nisa selamat dikebumikan. Satu persatu orang ramai meninggalkan kawasan pusara dan akhirnya tinggallah Zakri keseorangan di pusara Nisa yang merah
tanahnya...meratapi pilu, berderai airmata dengan jutaan penyesalan ...YA ALLAH , kuatkan hambamu ini YA ALLAH. Hanya KAU sahaja yang mengetahui dosa aku pada Nisa....ampunkan
aku YA ALLAH....akhirnya Zakri terlelap disisi pusara Nisa bermimpikan oleh Zakri, Nisa datang mencium tangan, mengucup dahi dan memeluk Zakri dengan lembut mulus.
Zakri melihat Nisa tenang dan jelas kegembiraan terpancar dimuka Nisa putih bersih. Nisa, Nisa, Nisa nak kemana Nisa, Nisa, Nisaaaaaa. Zakri terjaga dari lenanya. Terngiang-ngiang
suara kembar menangis. "YA ALLAH , Zakri, Zakri bangun Zakri...dan hampir senja ni, mari kita balik, kenapa kau tidur kat sini Zakri?"tegur abang long , abang ipar Zakri.
Dari jauh Zakri lihat emak dan kakak ipar mengendung kembar. Mereka menangis. Zakri berlari menuju ke arah kembarnya dan mengusap-usap ubun-ubun anak kembar dan secara automatik kembarnya diam dari menangis. "Danial, Dania anak ayah,ayah akan menjagamu ak...kaulah penyambung zuriat, darah daging ayah... emak, abang dan kakak ipar Zakri tersedu hiba dan mereka berlalu lemah meninggalkan pusara Nisa...
dah tak keluar-keluar juga. Penat dah saya tunggu. Nih mesti ader benda yang tak elok awak buat , itu lah sebab lambat keluar budak tu banyak dosa la tu" rungut Zakri pd Nisa. Nisa
hanya diam dan menahan sakit nak beranak, hampir 1 jam Nisa dalam bilik bersalin tapi baby tak keluar juga. Sebak hati Nisa bila Zakri berkata begitu.
Sejak mengandung ada sahaja yang tidak kena dihati Zakri terhadapnya. Seakan-akan membenci Nisa dan anak yang dikandungnya. Jururawat datang memeriksa dan kemudian bergegas memanggil Doktor Johari...Doktor Johari (Doktor Peribadi)datang dan bergegas menyediakan keperluan menyambut kelahiran. Nisa hanya mendiamkan diri menahan sakit dan air mata
meleleh panas dipipi bukan disebabkan takut atau sakit tapi rungutan Zakri tadi.
Doktor Johari menyuruh Nisa meneran ..."Come on Nisa u can do it...one more...." Kata ransang Doktor Johari itu membuatkan Nisa bertenaga dan sekali teran sahaja kepala
baby sudah keluar..."Good mummy" kata Doktor Johari selepas
menyambut baby yang keluar itu. Tiba-tiba Nisa terasa sakit lagi dan Nisa meneran untuk kali kedua dan keluar seorang lagi baby, kembar rupanya. "Nisa u got twin, boy and girl, putih macam mummy dia" kata Doktor Johari memuji Nisa. "Tahniah Zakri,it's a twin" Doktor Johari mengucapkan tahniah kepada Zakri. Zakri hanya mendiamkan diri setelah menyaksikan kelahiran anak pertamanya,kembar pulak . Memang Doktor Johari itu menyuruhnya melihat bagaimana keadaan kelahiran anaknya. Baby boy dan girl Nisa namakan Mohammad Danial dan Nur
Dania. Nisa berasa lega... tapi Nisa masih lagi teringat kata-kata Zakri padanya sebentar tadi.
Terlalu banyak kata-kata yang membuat Nisa selalu kecil hati . Tapi Nisa tahankan sahaja. Nisa tahu kalau Nisa mengadu pada emak, Nisa akan dimarahi semula. Jadi Nisa hanya diam dan memendam rasa. Danial dan Dania diletakkan dinursery di Hospital itu sementara menanti Nisa berehat kemudian dapatlah Nisa menyusukan Danial dan Dania. Comel sungguh kembar Nisa.
Nisa termenung dan otak fikirannya menerbang kembali detik-detik semasa Nisa mengandungkan kandungannya, Zakri selalu memarahi Nisa, ada sahaja yang tidak kena. Kata Nisa yang bukan-bukan, gila, ada sahaja tuduhan yang tidak masuk akal semuanya dihamburkan pada Nisa. Tak sanggup Nisa hadapi semua itu tapi demi kandungannya, Nisa kuatkan semangat dan pendirian Nisa. Ingat lagi waktu Nisa mula mengandung Zakri tak percaya Nisa mengandung anak dia, dua kali dia membuat pemeriksaan Antenatal samada Nisa mengandung. Zakri ragu anak dalam kandungan Nisa. Dia tak boleh terima baru tiga bulan kahwin dah mengandung...Nisa dah 2 bulan...Nisa cuma kosong selama sebulan selepas berkahwin. Nisa tak tau nak cakap apa. Nisa balik rumah dalam kesedihan. Pada mulanya Nisa gembira bila mengandung tapi sebaliknya pula yg terjadi.
Perasaan hati Nisa bangga Nisa dapat memberi zuriat kepada Zakri. Tapi apa yang Nisa dapat
hanyalah tuduhan yang tak pernah terlintas di otak jemala Nisa. "Kenapa abang berlainan sekarang ni, tak macam dulu pelembut, suka berjenaka, ni tak asyik nak cari salah Nisa sahaja. Nape Bang?"soal Nisa pada Zakri ."Kaulah penyebabnya. Tak yah nak tunjuk baik plak"
Zakri menempelak Nisa "Jantan mana yang kau layan kat opis kau tu" sergah Zakri lagi. "Abg syak Nisa ngan lelaki lain ke? Kenapa Abg syak yg bukan-bukan, Nisakan isteri Abang yang sah tak kan Nisa nak buat jahat ngan orang lain pulak Bang"? terang Nisa pada Zakri. "ALLAH dah bagi kita rezeki awal, tak baik cakap cam tu. Itu semua kehendak ALLAH"
Nisa senyum dan menghampiri sambil memeluk badan suaminya tetapi Zakri meleraikan pelukan Nisa dengan kasar sehingga Nisa hampir tersungkur. Nisa menangis dan sedih. Zakri buat tak tahu sahaja. Deraian airmata Nisa semakin laju. Nisa hanya mampu menangis.Terasa dada Nisa sakit menahan semua tohmahan dari Zakri, suaminya yang sah. "Woi, benda-benda tu boleh terjadilah Nisa, kawan baik ngan bini sendiri, suami sendiri, bapak ngan anak, hah emak
ngan menantu pun bole jadi tau apatah lagi macam kau nie, tau tak. Tu dulu kawan kau lama tu yang satu opis ngan kau tu, Farid, bukan main baik lagi budak tu" marah Zakri. "Entah-entah keturunan kau , darah daging kau pun tak senonoh.....heee teruk. Nasib aku la dapat bini cam engkau ni"kutuk Zakri lagi pada Nisa.
"Bawa mengucap Bang, jangan tuduh saya yang bukan-bukan saya bukan perempuan tak tentu arah walaupun saya menumpang keluarga ni , saya bukan jenis macam tu saya tau akan halal haram, hukum hakam agama. Walaupun saya tak tau asal usul keluarga kandung saya, saya
bersyukur dan berterima kasih pada emak kerana jaga saya dari kecil dah macam darah daging saya sendiri" kata Nisa pada Zakri. "Tapi Abang tak boleh hina keluarga kandung saya walaupun saya tak penah tengok muka ayah dan mak kandung saya. Mereka lahirkan saya kedunia"ucap Nisa sambil menangis.
Semenjak kejadian itu Nisa terpaksa mengikut Zakri ketempat kerjanya apabila habis waktu kerja. Nisa berehat di Surau tempat Zakri bekerja. Zakri bekerja di salah sebuah Pusat
membeli belah dan kerjanya mengikut shif. Kalau Zakri shif malam terpaksalah Nisa menunggu
Zakri sehingga pukul 10.30 malam - 11.30 malam sehingga habis Pusat membeli belah itu tamat waktu perniagaannya. Nisa terpaksa berbohong pada emak dan keluarga lain dengan mengatakan Nisa buat overtime di pejabat. Nisa terpaksa berbuat demikian kerana tidak mahu
dikata-kata dan dituduh lagi. Dengan keadaan perut semakin membesar Nisa gagahkan juga. Tetapi kadangkala Zakri tidak menjemput Nisa ditempat kerja terpaksalah Nisa menaiki bas. Begitulah Nisa sehinggalah Nisa hampir pada waktu bersalin Nisa.
Kalau diminta jemput...macam-macam kata kesat dilemparkan pada Nisa, perempuan tak tau berdikarilah, berlagak senang lah, lagak kayalah. Pernah suatu hari Nisa naik marah kerana Zakri jemput Nisa lambat sampai sakit pinggang Nisa menunggunya. Nisa menangis. Zakri tiba-tiba naik angin dan cakap perangai Nisa macam firaun la, perempuan tak sedar dirilah, tak
layak jadi isterilah, menyusahkan macam-macam kata nista dilemparkan pada Nisa. Nisa tambah sedih mengenangkan diri Nisa, ngadu kat emak takut dimarahi pula...bila Nisa balik kerumah kami berdua akan berlakun yang kami tidak bergaduh...Nisa sedaya upaya tidak mahu menunjukkan yang masalah melanda perkahwinan kami. Kasihan Nisa...dalam keadaan yang begitu
Nisa masih mampu bertahan masih kuat lagi emosinya.
Satu hari Zakri dalam keadaan marah telah menarik rambut Nisa dan menghantukkan kepala Nisa ke dinding...Nisa hanya mampu menangis dan menanggung kesakitan gara-gara Nisa nak
pergi ke rumah Mak Usu Nisa yang ingin mengahwinkan anaknya di Tanjung Karang. Emak Nisa dah seminggu pergi kesana untuk menolong Hari dah mula petang jadi Nisa mendesak agar
bertolak cepat kerana kalau hari malam nanti bahaya , "Kita nak jalan jauh ni Bang. Biarlah kita pergi awal sikit bolehlah tolong apa yang patut.
Masa nilah kita nak membalas pertolongan mereka, ingat tak masa kita kahwin mereka bekerja keras kan"kata Nisa pada Zakri. Zakri ketika itu sedang berehat menonton. "Bang dengar tak ni, lagi pun hari dah mula gelap, takut plak hujan nanti"desak Nisa lagi. Tiba-tiba Zakri
bangun dan mukanya bengis memandang Nisa "Kau tahu aku penatkan, tak boleh tunggu ker, suka hati aku lah nak pegi malam ke siang ke tak pegi lansung ker"marah Zakri. "Itu Nisa tau, Abang dah berehat dari pagi tadi Bang masih penat lagi, Nisa cuma nak ingatkan Abang saja"Nisa memberitahu Zakri. Zakri datang pada Nisa dan direntapnya rambut Nisa dan di hantukkannya kepala Nisa kedinding. Nisa tak dapat buat apa. YA ALLAH sanggup Zakri berbuat demikian...terasa kebas kepala Nisa dan mula membengkak. Pening kepala Nisa dibuatnya."YA ALLAH kau kuatkan iman aku YA ALLAH, lindungilah aku dan kandungan aku dari bahaya YA ALLAH"doa Nisa dalam hatinya. Nisa memencilkan diri Nisa disudut dinding dan
menangis.
Zakri kemudian duduk diam. Nisa rasa kepala Nisa macam nak pecah. Kebas masih lagi dan membengkak...berdenyut2..."Bang Nisa minta maaf jika Nisa membuat Abang marah"Nisa memohon
maaf pada Zakri sambil teresak-esak. Treet, Treet, Treet, Treet....bunyi handphone
Zakri. "Sapa plak nie sebok je...." Rungut Zakri yang tengah sibuk berborak dengan kawan-kawan di salah sebuah caf. "Hoi, Encik Zakri, bini ko kat wad tak gi jengok ke, apa punya laki ko nie?sindir Azlan, kawan pejabat Zakri. "Alah, dia sihat je kat wad tu, makan tanggung berak cangkung, ha,ha,ha"gelak Zakri dan kawan-kawan lain. Azlan cuma berdiam diri. "Senangnya hidup Zakri nie tak ader risau langsung pasal bini dia"cetus hati Azlan. "Akulah kalau bini aku masuk wad bersalin aku sentiasa dok sebelah dia tau...mereka
perlukan kita masa tu...nyawa mereka dihujung tanduk semata-mata nak melahirkan zuriat yang dari darah daging engkau tau, cuba fikir sikit"
Azlan mengingatkan Zakri. "Iyelah, Lan, lagipun Nisa dah bersalin, selamat dah, sekarang tengah berehat laaa, apa aku nak risau lagi"jawab Zakri selamba. "Suka hati kau lah, tapi kalau ader apa-apa nanti kau jangan menyesal Zakri, sesal tak sudah nanti"kata Azlan lagi.
Treet, Treet, Treet....bunyi handphone Zakri. "Hello Zakri speaking" jawab Zakri. "Hello Zakri, Doktor Johari sini, ade masalahlah Zakri, pasal Nisa, datang segera ke hospital ye
Zakri, Nisa tidak sedarkan diri........."panggilan kecemasan dari Doktor Johari "Iye ke, teruk ke dia Johari , okay I datang"...tuttttttt. Zakri menamatkan perbualannya dengan Doktor Johari.
"Lan. Kau ikut aku, Nisa tak sedar diri ..."ajak Zakri pada Lan. "Hah, tadi kau kata bini kau sihat"tanya Lan pada Zakri. "Alah jom ler cepat" desak Zakri.
"Zakri, kami tak dapat selamatkan Nisa, Nisa mengalami pendarahan otak yang serius, sebelum nie pernah tak Nisa jatuh atau...terhantuk kuat cause sebelah kanan kepalanya kelihatan bengkak dan ada tanda lebam. Mungkin kesan dah lama ?" tanya Doktor Johari
dengan serius dan ingin penjelasan Zakri. Zakri hanya mendiamkan diri. Automatik otak Zakri
teringat yang dia pernah menarik rambut Nisa dan menghantukkan kepala Nisa kedinding sekuatnya...dan selepas kejadian itu Zakri tidak pernah pun membawa Nisa ke Klinik untuk membuat pemeriksaan kepalanya dan semenjak kejadian itu Nisa sering sakit kepala yang
teruk ...tapi Zakri tidak pernah mengendahkan kesakitan Nisa....baginya Nisa mengada-ngada
...saja buat sakit untuk minta simpati...tetapi sebaliknya.....Zakri hanya diam...."YA ALLAH apa aku dah buat" rasa bersalah membuat dirinya terasa menggigil...
"Doktor Zainal yang merawat Nisa kerana Nisa mengadu sakit kepala sewaktu Nisa memberi susu pada kembarnya di Nursery, sakit yang amat sangat katanya so Doktor Zainal membawa Nisa ke Lab untuk membuat scanning di kepalanya dan confirm otaknya ada darah beku tapi malangnya ia sudah ditahap yang kritikal, kami tak mampu lakukan apa-apa kerana Nisa
tidak mahu di operation sebelum meminta izin dari kau Zakri, Nisa telah pergi dulu dengan tenang. Permintaan terakhir Nisa, Nisa minta kau membaca diarinya. I'm really sorry Zakri. ALLAH berkuasa Zakri kita tak dapat menghalangnya" kata Doktor Johari lalu memberikan Zakri sebuah diari yang berbalut kemas dengan kain lampin baby yang masih baru.
Zakri mengambil diari itu dan membuka setiap lembaran diari Nisa, setiap lembaran tertulis rapi tulisan Nisa dan peristiwa yang berlaku pada Nisa pada setiap hari , Zakri membacanya
sepintas dan nyata keluhan, kesakitan & segala luahan rasa Nisa semuanya tertera di diarinya.Dan Zakri dapati setiap peristiwa itu semuanya perlakuan buruk Zakri terhadap Nisa..."YA ALLAH kenapa aku buat Nisa begini"terdetik hati Zakri selepas membaca tiap lembaran diari Nisa. Dan terpandang oleh Zakri mukasurat akhir lembaran diari yang ditanda dengan bunga ros merah yang telah kering...membuat Zakri tertarik untuk membacanya...
Untuk suami Nisa yang tersayang, I LOVE U Bang..."SELAMAT HARI ULANG TAHUN PERKAHWINAN YANG PERTAMA" Assalamualaikum. Abang, Ingat tak bunga Ros merah ni, Abang berikan pada Nisa sewaktu mula mengenali Abang. Lama Nisa simpan bunga tu Bang...Bunga inilah lambang
bermulanya perkenalan Nisa dengan Abang. Nisa benar-benar menyayangi Abang. Nisa menyimpan setiap hadiah yang abang bagi pada Nisa. Abang tak pernah tahu kan... Itulah salah satu
buktinya betapa sayangnya Nisa..
Terlebih dahulu Nisa ingin sangat dengar Abang panggil Nisa AYANG seperti kita baru kahwin...Abang panggil Nisa AYANG...terasa diri dimanja bila Abang panggil Nisa cam tu...walaupun Nisa dapat merasa panggilan AYANG itu seketika sahaja. Abang dah banyak berubah. Perkataan AYANG telah hilang dan tidak kedengaran untuk Nisa lagi. Kenapa?
Benci kah Abang pada Nisa? Abang...mukasurat nie khas utk Abang. Bacalah semoga Abang
tahu sayangnya Nisa pada Abang. Abang ingatkan hari nie hari ulangtahun perkahwinan kita yang pertama dan Nisa hadiahkan Abang.......Danial dan Dania. Untuk Nisa tak perlulah Abang bagi kerana tak ada apa yang Nisa inginkan melainkan kasih sayang Abang pada Nisa. Nisa akan pergi mencari ketenangan dan kedamaian untuk diri Nisa. Nisa pergi untuk menemui NYA.
Nisa harap Abang akan menjaga Danial dan Dania dengan baik dan jangan sekali-kali sakiti mereka. Danial dan Dania tak tahu apa-apa. Itulah hadiah paling berharga dari diri Nisa dan
mereka adalah darah daging Abang. Jangan seksa mereka. Abang boleh seksa Nisa tapi bukan mereka. Sayangilah mereka...Nisa ingin mengatakan bahawa Nisa tak ada hubungan dengan sesiapa melainkan Abang sahaja di hati Nisa. Jiwa dan raga Nisa hanya untuk Abang seorang.
Terima kasih kerana Abang sudi mengahwini Nisa walaupun Nisa in cuma menumpang kasih disebuah keluarga yang menjaga Nisa dari kecil hinggalah Nisa bertemu dengan Abang dan berkahwin. Nisa harap Abang tidak akan mensia-siakan kembar kita dan Nisa tidak mahu mereka mengikut jejak kehidupan Nisa yang malang kerana menumpang kasih dari keluarga yang bukan dari darah daging Nisa...tapi Nisa bersyukur kerana dapat mengecapi kasih sayang sepenuhnya dari keluarga ini. Nisa harap sangat Abang akan sentiasa memberitahu pada kembar kita yang Nisa ibunya akan sentiasa bersama disamping kembar kita, walau pun Nisa tak dapat membelai dan hanya seketika sahaja dapat mengenyangkan kembar kita dengan air susu Nisa.
Berjanji pada Nisa dan ingat DANIAL dan DANIA adalah darah daging abang...Ampunkan Nisa dan halalkan segala makan minum Nisa selama setahun kita bersama. Sekiranya Abang tidak sudi menerima Danial dan Dania berilah pada emak Nisa supaya emak menjaga kembar kita dan segala perbelanjaan Nisa dah buat nama emak untuk KWSP Nisa. Biarlah emak menjaga kembar kita sekurang-kurang terubat juga rindu emak sekeluarga pada Nisa nanti bila memandang
kembar kita. Comel anak kita bang...Dania mengikut raut muka Abang...sejuk kata orang dan Nisa yakin mesti Danial akan mengikut iras raut wajah Nisa...Ibunya...sejuk perut Nisa
mengandungkan mereka.
Inilah peninggalan Nisa untuk Abang. Semoga Abang masih sudi menyayangi dan mengingati walaupun Nisa sudah tiada disisi Abang dan kembar kita.Wassalam. Salam terakhir dari Nisa Untuk Abang dan semua.Doakan Nisa.
Ikhlas dari Nur Nisa
"Sabarlah Zakri, ALLAH maha berkuasa. Kuatkan semangat kau, kau masih ada Danial dan Dania" pujuk Azlan. Zakri hanya tunduk membisu. YA ALLAH, Nisa maafkan Abg Nisa. Zakri
longlai dan diari ditangannya terlepas, sekeping gambar dihari pernikahan antara Zakri dan Nisa jatuh dikakinya dan Zakri mengambilnya. Belakang gambar itu tertulis "HARI YANG
PALING GEMBIRA DAN BAHAGIA BUAT NISA DAN SEKELUARGA. NISA DISAMPING SUAMI TERCINTA SELEPAS
DIIJABKABULKAN. SEMOGA KEGEMBIRAAN DAN KEBAHAGIAAN AKAN MENYELUBUNGI DIRI NISA DAN KELUARGA NISA HINGGA KEAKHIR HAYAT NISA.
Zakri terjelepuk dilantai dan berjuta penyesalan merangkumi seluruh tubuhnya. Zakri seakan orang hilang akal. Satu demi satu setiap perlakuannya terhadap isterinya Nisa seperti
terakam dalam kotak otaknya...setiap perbuatannya...seperti wayang jelas terpampang...kenapalah sampai begini jadinya...kejamnya aku...Nisa, Nisa, Nisa maafkan Abang Nisa.
Sewaktu jenazah Nisa tiba dirumah suasana amat memilukan. Zakri tidak terdaya untuk melihat keluarga Nisa yang begitu sedih atas pemergian Nisa. Namun emak Nisa begitu tabah dan redha. Danial dan Dania sentiasa di dalam pangkuan neneknya. Saat akhir untuk melihat Jenazah Nisa, Zakri lihat muka Nisa tenang bersih dan Zakri kucup dahi Nisa buat kali terakhir seakan-akan lirik mata Nisa mengikuti wajah Zakri. "Nisa Abang minta ampun dan maaf" bisik Zakri perlahan pada telinga Nisa sambil menangis dengan berjuta penyesalan
menimpa-nimpa dirinya. Apabila Zakri meletakkan kembar disisi ibunya mereka diam dari tangisan dan tangan dari bedungan terkeluar seolah-olah mengusapi pipi ibu mereka buat kali terakhir dan terlihat oleh Zakri ada titisan airmata bergenang di tepi mata Nisa. Meleleh perlahan-lahan bila kembar itu diangkat oleh Zakri. Kembar menangis semula setelah diangkat oleh Zakri dan diberikan kepada neneknya.
Jenazah Nisa dibawa ke pusara dan ramai yang mengiringinya termasuklah kembar bersama. Walaupun kembar tidak tahu apa-apa tapi biarlah kembar mengiringi pemergian Nisa, Ibu
mereka yang melahirkan mereka. Amat sedih ketika itu. Zakri tidak mampu berkata apa-apa melainkan menangisi pemergian Nisa yang selama ini merana atas perbuatannya.
Dan akhirnya Jenazah Nisa selamat dikebumikan. Satu persatu orang ramai meninggalkan kawasan pusara dan akhirnya tinggallah Zakri keseorangan di pusara Nisa yang merah
tanahnya...meratapi pilu, berderai airmata dengan jutaan penyesalan ...YA ALLAH , kuatkan hambamu ini YA ALLAH. Hanya KAU sahaja yang mengetahui dosa aku pada Nisa....ampunkan
aku YA ALLAH....akhirnya Zakri terlelap disisi pusara Nisa bermimpikan oleh Zakri, Nisa datang mencium tangan, mengucup dahi dan memeluk Zakri dengan lembut mulus.
Zakri melihat Nisa tenang dan jelas kegembiraan terpancar dimuka Nisa putih bersih. Nisa, Nisa, Nisa nak kemana Nisa, Nisa, Nisaaaaaa. Zakri terjaga dari lenanya. Terngiang-ngiang
suara kembar menangis. "YA ALLAH , Zakri, Zakri bangun Zakri...dan hampir senja ni, mari kita balik, kenapa kau tidur kat sini Zakri?"tegur abang long , abang ipar Zakri.
Dari jauh Zakri lihat emak dan kakak ipar mengendung kembar. Mereka menangis. Zakri berlari menuju ke arah kembarnya dan mengusap-usap ubun-ubun anak kembar dan secara automatik kembarnya diam dari menangis. "Danial, Dania anak ayah,ayah akan menjagamu ak...kaulah penyambung zuriat, darah daging ayah... emak, abang dan kakak ipar Zakri tersedu hiba dan mereka berlalu lemah meninggalkan pusara Nisa...
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Kisah 2 Orang Sahabat
Bahawa sesungguhnya tidak mustahil jika kejayaan / kekayaan kita selama ini... adalah dari berkat doa org lain!!!!(sebuah renungan)Sebuah kapal karam di tengah laut kerana dipukul badai dan ombak hebat.Hanya dua orang lelaki yang berjaya menyelamatkan diri dan berenang ke sebuah pulau kecil yang gersang.
Dua orang yang selamat itu tak tahu apa yang harus dilakukan. Namun, mereka berdua yakin bahwa tidak ada yang dapat dilakukan kecuali berdoa.
Untuk mengetahui doa siapakah yang paling dikabulkan, mereka sepakat untukmembahagi pulau kecil itu menjadi dua wilayah. Dan mereka tinggal sendiri sendiri berseberangan di dua sisi pulau tersebut.
Doa pertama mereka panjatkan, mereka memohon agar diturunkan makanan. Esok harinya, lelaki A melihat sebuah pohon penuh dengan buah-buahan tumbuh di sisi tempat tinggalnya. Sedangkan di daerah tempat tinggal lelaki B tetap kosong. Seminggu kemudian, lelaki yang ke satu merasa kesepian dan memutuskan untuk berdoa agar diberikan seorang isteri.
Keesokan harinya, ada kapal yang karam dan satu-satunya penumpang yang selamat adalah seorang wanita yang berenang dan terdampar di sisi tempat lelaki A itu tinggal. Sedangkan di sisi tempat tinggal lelaki B tetap saja tidak ada apa-apa.
Segera saja, lelaki ke satu ini berdoa memohon rumah, pakaian dan makanan. Keesokan harinya, seperti keajaiban saja, semua yang diminta hadir untuknya. Sedangkan lelaki B tetap saja tidak mendapatkan apa-apa. Akhirnya, lelaki ke satu ini berdoa meminta kapal agar dia dan isterinya dapat meninggalkan pulau itu. Pagi harinya mereka menemukan sebuah kapal tertambat disisi pantainya. Segera saja lelaki A tersebut dan isterinya naik ke atas kapal dan siap-siap untuk berlayar meninggalkan pulau itu.
Ia pun memutuskan untuk meninggalkan lelaki B yang tinggal di sisi lain pulau. Menurutnya, memang lelaki kedua itu tidak layak menerima barkah tersebut kerana doa-doanya tak pernah terkabulkan. Begitu kapal siap berangkat, lelaki A ini mendengar suara dari langit menggema, "Hai, mengapa engkau meninggalkan rakanmu yang ada di sisi lain pulau ini?"
"Barkahku hanyalah milikku sendiri, kerana hanya doa akulah yang dikabulkan,"jawab lelaki A ini. Doa lelaki temanku itu tak satupun dikabulkan. Maka, ia tak layak mendapatkan apa-apa." " Kau salah ! " suara itu membentak tinggi" Tahukah kau bahwa rakanmu itu hanya memiliki satu doa.
Dan, semua doanya terkabulkan. Bila tidak, maka kau takkan mendapatkan apa-apa. "" Katakan padaku " tanya lelaki A itu." Doa macam apa yang ia panjatkan sehingga aku harus merasa berhutang atas semua ini padanya?"" Ia berdoa agar semua doamu dikabulkan ! "
Dua orang yang selamat itu tak tahu apa yang harus dilakukan. Namun, mereka berdua yakin bahwa tidak ada yang dapat dilakukan kecuali berdoa.
Untuk mengetahui doa siapakah yang paling dikabulkan, mereka sepakat untukmembahagi pulau kecil itu menjadi dua wilayah. Dan mereka tinggal sendiri sendiri berseberangan di dua sisi pulau tersebut.
Doa pertama mereka panjatkan, mereka memohon agar diturunkan makanan. Esok harinya, lelaki A melihat sebuah pohon penuh dengan buah-buahan tumbuh di sisi tempat tinggalnya. Sedangkan di daerah tempat tinggal lelaki B tetap kosong. Seminggu kemudian, lelaki yang ke satu merasa kesepian dan memutuskan untuk berdoa agar diberikan seorang isteri.
Keesokan harinya, ada kapal yang karam dan satu-satunya penumpang yang selamat adalah seorang wanita yang berenang dan terdampar di sisi tempat lelaki A itu tinggal. Sedangkan di sisi tempat tinggal lelaki B tetap saja tidak ada apa-apa.
Segera saja, lelaki ke satu ini berdoa memohon rumah, pakaian dan makanan. Keesokan harinya, seperti keajaiban saja, semua yang diminta hadir untuknya. Sedangkan lelaki B tetap saja tidak mendapatkan apa-apa. Akhirnya, lelaki ke satu ini berdoa meminta kapal agar dia dan isterinya dapat meninggalkan pulau itu. Pagi harinya mereka menemukan sebuah kapal tertambat disisi pantainya. Segera saja lelaki A tersebut dan isterinya naik ke atas kapal dan siap-siap untuk berlayar meninggalkan pulau itu.
Ia pun memutuskan untuk meninggalkan lelaki B yang tinggal di sisi lain pulau. Menurutnya, memang lelaki kedua itu tidak layak menerima barkah tersebut kerana doa-doanya tak pernah terkabulkan. Begitu kapal siap berangkat, lelaki A ini mendengar suara dari langit menggema, "Hai, mengapa engkau meninggalkan rakanmu yang ada di sisi lain pulau ini?"
"Barkahku hanyalah milikku sendiri, kerana hanya doa akulah yang dikabulkan,"jawab lelaki A ini. Doa lelaki temanku itu tak satupun dikabulkan. Maka, ia tak layak mendapatkan apa-apa." " Kau salah ! " suara itu membentak tinggi" Tahukah kau bahwa rakanmu itu hanya memiliki satu doa.
Dan, semua doanya terkabulkan. Bila tidak, maka kau takkan mendapatkan apa-apa. "" Katakan padaku " tanya lelaki A itu." Doa macam apa yang ia panjatkan sehingga aku harus merasa berhutang atas semua ini padanya?"" Ia berdoa agar semua doamu dikabulkan ! "
Angels
Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a space in the cold basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied..." Things aren't always what they seem".The next night the pair comes to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had, the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel "how could you have let this happen? The first man had everything, yet you helped him", she accused. "The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let their cow die. "Things aren't always what they seem", the older angel replied."When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it. Then last night as we slept in the farmer's bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave her the cow instead. Things aren't always what they seem".Sometimes this is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome is always to your advantage. You might not know it until some time later. Think about this:
Should you find it hard to get to sleep tonight; just remember the homeless family who has no bed to lie in.Should you find yourself stuck in traffic; don't despair. There are people in this world for which driving is an unheard of privilege.Should you have a bad day at work; think of the man who has been out of work for the last three months.Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week, for $15.00 to feed her family.Should you car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.Should you notice a new grey hair in the mirror; think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking "what is my purpose", Be thankful, there are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; Remember, things could be worse. You could be them!!!Should you decide to send this to a friend; you might brighten someone's day!
Should you find it hard to get to sleep tonight; just remember the homeless family who has no bed to lie in.Should you find yourself stuck in traffic; don't despair. There are people in this world for which driving is an unheard of privilege.Should you have a bad day at work; think of the man who has been out of work for the last three months.Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week, for $15.00 to feed her family.Should you car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.Should you notice a new grey hair in the mirror; think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking "what is my purpose", Be thankful, there are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; Remember, things could be worse. You could be them!!!Should you decide to send this to a friend; you might brighten someone's day!
The Other Woman
After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the spark of love. A little while ago I had started to go out with another woman. It was really my wife's idea. "I know that you love her," she said one day, taking me by surprise. "But I love YOU," I protested. "I know, but you also love her." The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. Thatnight I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie."What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "I thought that it would be pleasant to pass some timewith you, "I responded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment then said "I would like that very much."That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting".We went to a restaurant that, although notelegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entree, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me.A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small!", she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded. During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary - but catching up on recent events of each others life.We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you". I agreed."How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered. A few day s later my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.An attached note said: "I paid this bill inadvance. I was almost sure that I couldn't be here but, never-the-less, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife.You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you."At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off to "some other time".
FAMILYAre you aware that if we die tomorrow, thecompany that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind wil l feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into workthan into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind the story? Do you know what the word FAMILY means? FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU
FAMILYAre you aware that if we die tomorrow, thecompany that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind wil l feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into workthan into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind the story? Do you know what the word FAMILY means? FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU
The Power Of A Song
A Special Story Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in Mommy's tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst. Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral. Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. "I want to sing to her", he kept saying. Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not. If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket. The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed." The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line, "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she stated. Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray." Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulses rate began to calm down and become steady. "Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away." As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart." "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms". Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her. "Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away..." The next, day...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home. Woman's Day Magazine called it The Miracle of a Brother's Song. The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love. NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.
Tale As Old As Time
It's a touching story and its true though we leave together for so many years and yet we don't understand each other well. We must learn to be more appreciative than complaining and comparing. Correct? Read on.........and u be the judge for the moral of the story.......... ***************************** One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office. Apparently, they are there to file a divorce. Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story.... This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over yrs of marriage, nothing ever seems to go right. They hang on coz of their children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce.... Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 years of marriage at the age of 70, he couldn't understand why the old couple would still wants a divorce...while they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband.."I really love u, but i really can't carry on anymore, I'm sorry.." "its o.k, i understand.." said the husband. Looking at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them, wife thought, why not, since they r still gonna be frends.. At the dining table, there was a silence of awkwardness. The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady.. "take this, its your favourite.." lookin at this, the lawyer thought maybe there's still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer.." This is always the problem, u always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how i feel, don't u know that i hate drumsticks?" Little did she know that, over the years, the husband has been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumstick was the husband's favorite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drummsticks even though all he wants is the best for her. That night, both of them couldn't sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn. After hours, the old man couldn't take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he can't carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "i love u"... He picks up the phone, started dialing her number....ringing never stops.. he never stops dialing. On the other side, she was sad, she couldn't understand how come after all these years, he still doesn't understand her at all. she loves him a lot, but she just can't take it anymore... phone's ringing, she refuses to answer, knowing that its him..."what's the point of talking now that its over...i have ask for it and now i wanna keep it this way, if not i will lose face.."she thought...still ringing...she has decided to pull out the cord... Little did she remember, he has heart problems... The next day, she received news that he had passed away...she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone...he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get thru' her phone line.... As sad as she could be...she will have to clear his belongings...when she was looking through the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, beneficiary of cause its her...together in that file, there's this note... "To my dearest wife, by the time u r reading this, i'm sure i'm no longer around, I bought this policy for u. thou the amount is only $100k, i hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that i have made when we got married. I might not be around anymore, i want this amount of money to continue taking care of u, just like the way i will if i could have live longer. I want u to know i will always be around, by your side...i love u" Tears flowed like river......
When u love someone, let them know...
You never know what will happen the next min....
Learn to build a life together...
Learn to love each other..........
for who they are..not what they are...
When u love someone, let them know...
You never know what will happen the next min....
Learn to build a life together...
Learn to love each other..........
for who they are..not what they are...
The lion, rats, snake and the honey comb - a beautiful story
I heard the following story from a pious brother. Hopefully, this story will be beneficial for everyone, Inshallah. Once a man saw in his dream, that a lion was chasing him. The man ran to a tree, climbed on to it and sat on a branch. He looked down and saw that the lion was still there waiting for him. The man then looked to his side where the branch he was sitting on was attached to the tree and saw that two rats were circling around and eating the branch. One rat was black and the other one was white. The branch would fall on the ground very soon. The man then looked below again with fear and discovered that a big black snake had come and settled directly under him. The snake opened its mouth right under the man so that he will fall into it. The man then looked up to see if there was anything that he could hold on to. He saw another branch with a honeycomb. Drops of honey were falling from it. The man wanted to taste one of the drops. So, he put his tongue out and tasted one of the fallen drops of honey. The honey was amazing in taste. So, he wanted to taste another drop. As he did, he got lost into the sweetness of the honey. Meanwhile, he forgot about the two rats eating his branch away, the lion on the ground and the snake that is sitting right under him. After a while, he woke up from his sleep. To get the meaning behind this dream, the man went to a a pious scholar of Islam. The scholar said "The lion you saw is your death. It always chases you and goes where ever you go. The two rats, one black and one white, are the night and the day. Black one is the night and the white one is the day. They circle around, coming one after another, to eat your time as they take you closer to death. The big black snake with a dark mouth is your grave. It's there, just waiting for you to fall into it. The honeycomb is this world and the sweet honey is the luxaries of this world. We like to taste a drop of the luxaries of this world but it's very sweet. Then we taste another drop and yet another. Meanwhile, we get lost into it and we forget about our time, we forget about our death and we forget about our graves." May Allah wake us up from the sleep and save us before it's too late
Quality of Time
"A man came home from work late again, tired and iirritated,to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door."Daddy, may I ask you a question?""Yeah, sure, what is it?" replied the man."Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?""That's none of your business. What makes you asksuch a thing?" the man said angrily."I just want to know. Please tell me,how much do you make an hour?" pleaded the little boy."If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.""Oh," the little boy replied, head bowed.Looking up, he said, "Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?"The father was furious."If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense,then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you're being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don't have time for such childish games."The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy's questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money.After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often.The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door."Are you asleep son?" he asked."No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy."I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier," said the man."It's been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here's that $10.00 you asked for."The little boy sat straight up, beaming. "Oh, thank you daddy" he yelled.Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills.The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man."Why did you want more money if you already had some?" the father grumbled."Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied."Daddy, I have $20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?"
Moral of the story :
Share these stories with someone you like....... but even better, share $20.00 worth of time with someone you love......... just a short reminder to all of us working so hard for our living. However, let us not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some quality time with those who really matter to us.
Moral of the story :
Share these stories with someone you like....... but even better, share $20.00 worth of time with someone you love......... just a short reminder to all of us working so hard for our living. However, let us not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some quality time with those who really matter to us.
A Love Story
Something to think about...
Once upon a time, there was an islandwhere all the feelings lived; happiness,sadness, knowledge, and all the others,including love.One day, it was announced to all of thefeelings, that the island was going tosink to the bottom of the ocean. So allof the feelings prepared their boats toleave. Love was the only one that stayed.She wanted to preserve the island until the lastpossible moment.When the island was almost totally underwater, love decided it was time to leave.She began looking for someone to ask forhelp.Just then, 'Richness' was passing by in agrand boat.Love asked, "Richness, can I come withyou on your boat?" Richness answered,"I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silverand gold on my boat and there would be noroom for you anywhere."Then Love decided to ask 'Vanity' forhelp, who was passing in a beautifulvessel.Love cried out, "Vanity, help meplease." "I can't help you", Vanity said,"You are all wet, and will damage mybeautiful boat."Next, Love saw 'Sadness' passing by. Lovesaid, " Sadness, please let me go withyou." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry,but, I just need to be alone now."Then, Love saw 'Happiness'.Love criedout, "Happiness, please take me withyou." But Happiness was so overjoyed,that he didn't hear Love calling to him.Love began to cry. Then, she heard avoice saying, "Come Love, I will take youwith me." It was an old man. Love felt soblessed and overjoyed, that she forgot toask the old man his name.When they arrived on land, the old manwent on his way. Love realized how muchshe owed the old man.Love then found 'Knowledge' and asked,"Who was it that helped me?""It was Time", Knowledge answered. "Butwhy did Time help me when no one elsewould?", Love asked. Knowledge smiled andwith deep wisdom and sincerity, answered,"Because only Time is capable ofunderstanding how great Love is."
Once upon a time, there was an islandwhere all the feelings lived; happiness,sadness, knowledge, and all the others,including love.One day, it was announced to all of thefeelings, that the island was going tosink to the bottom of the ocean. So allof the feelings prepared their boats toleave. Love was the only one that stayed.She wanted to preserve the island until the lastpossible moment.When the island was almost totally underwater, love decided it was time to leave.She began looking for someone to ask forhelp.Just then, 'Richness' was passing by in agrand boat.Love asked, "Richness, can I come withyou on your boat?" Richness answered,"I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silverand gold on my boat and there would be noroom for you anywhere."Then Love decided to ask 'Vanity' forhelp, who was passing in a beautifulvessel.Love cried out, "Vanity, help meplease." "I can't help you", Vanity said,"You are all wet, and will damage mybeautiful boat."Next, Love saw 'Sadness' passing by. Lovesaid, " Sadness, please let me go withyou." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry,but, I just need to be alone now."Then, Love saw 'Happiness'.Love criedout, "Happiness, please take me withyou." But Happiness was so overjoyed,that he didn't hear Love calling to him.Love began to cry. Then, she heard avoice saying, "Come Love, I will take youwith me." It was an old man. Love felt soblessed and overjoyed, that she forgot toask the old man his name.When they arrived on land, the old manwent on his way. Love realized how muchshe owed the old man.Love then found 'Knowledge' and asked,"Who was it that helped me?""It was Time", Knowledge answered. "Butwhy did Time help me when no one elsewould?", Love asked. Knowledge smiled andwith deep wisdom and sincerity, answered,"Because only Time is capable ofunderstanding how great Love is."
Very touching story
I have a BOYFRIEND who GREW UP with ME.HIS NAME is JIN. I ALWAYS thought of him as a 'FRIEND'... UNTIL LAST YEAR-- when we went to a trip from a club--and I found that I FELL IN LOVE with him ... BEFORE that trip was OVER, I took a STEP and CONFESSED my LOVE for him. And SOON--we became A PAIR of LOVER; BUT--we LOVED each other inDIFFERENT ways ;\ I ALWAYS concentrated on HIM ONLY <3O But BY HIS SIDE--there were SO MANY other girls. To me, he was the ONLY ONE--but to HIM, maybe I was ' JUST ANOTHER GIRL' ;
"JIN... Do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.
JIN: "I can't."
"Why?--You need to study at home " I felt disappointment GRABBING me.
JIN: "NO--I am going to meet A FRIEND... "
He was ALWAYS like THAT. He met GIRLS--IN FRONT OF ME... Like it was NOTHING. To HIM... I was 'JUST A GIRLFRIEND'. The word 'LOVE' ONLY came out from MY mouth. Since I KNEW him--I had NEVER heard him say 'I LOVE YOU' before. To US... there weren't ANY anniversaries AT ALL. He DIDN'T say ANYTHING from the FIRST DAY and it continued until 100 days... 200 days... EVERY DAY--BEFORE we say 'GOODBYE'--he would just HAND ME a DOLL... EVERY DAY---without fail... and I don't know why.
Then ONE DAY...
Me: Um, Jin, I...
JIN: What? Don't drag, just say...
Me: I LOVE YOU.
JIN: You... Um, just take THIS DOLL and GO HOME. That was HOW he IGNORED my'THREE WORDS' and handed me THE DOLL. Then he DISAPPEARED--like he was RUNNING AWAY. THE DOLLS I received from him EVER day-- FILLED my room... ONE by ONE... There were MANY. Then ONE DAY came... My 15th BIRTHDAY. When I got up in the morning... I'PICTURED a PARTY'--WITH HIM. And STRANDED MYSELF in my room--WAITING for his call. But LUNCH passed... DINNER passed... and SOON--the sky was DARK ; ( He STILL didn't call. It was ALREADY TIRING to LOOK at the phone anymore. Then around 2AM... in the MORNING! --he suddenly CALLED ME and woke me from my sleep ;] He told me to COME OUT of the house .Still... I felt JOY and I RAN OUT happily
Me: JIN
JIN: HERE... take this--
AGAIN--he handed me A LITTLE DOLL.
Me: What's THIS?
JIN: I didn't give it to you YESTERDAY, so I am givingit to you NOW.
I'm going home now. Bye.
Me: WAIT... WAIT!! ;O Do you KNOW what TODAY is?
JIN: TODAY HUH?
I felt SO sad. I THOUGHT he would REMEMBER MY BIRTHDAY. He turned around and WALKED AWAY... Like NOTHING had happened. Then I shouted: WAIT!!!!! ;O
JIN: You have something to say?
Me: Tell me... TELL ME you love me?
JIN: What?!
Me: TELL ME... !!! I put my PATHETIC self behind and CLUNG ON to him.
But he just said simple COLD WORDS--and LEFT.
JIN: "I don't want to say that I 'LOVE SOMEONE' SO EASILY.
If you are DESPERATE to hear it--then find SOMEONE ELSE."
That was WHAT he said--then he RAN off. My legs felt NUMB and I COLLAPSED to the ground... ' He dIDN'T want to say it EASILY --How COULD HE?'I FELT THAT Maybe he IS NOT the right guy for me... ? After that day... I STRANDED MYSELF at home CRYING--just CRYING. he DIDN'T call me... although I was WAITING. He just CONTINUED handing me 'A LITTLE DOLL'--EVERY morning OUTSIDE my house. That's how 'THOSE DOLLS' piled up in my room... EVERY DAY. After a month--I got MYSELF TOGETHER and went to school.
But what made the PAIN resurface was that I saw him on a street with ANOTHER girl He had a SMILE on his face... One that he NEVER showed ME as he touched THE DOLL he held in his hands. I ran STRAIGHT back home and looked at the DOLLS in my room. And TEARS fell... 'WHY did he GIVE these to me .THOSE DOLLS are probably picked out by some OTHER girls!' In a fit of anger--I THREW the DOLLS around. Then SUDDENLY... the phone RANG--It was HIM. He told me to COME OUT to the BUS STOP... OUTSIDE my house. I tried to calm myself down and WALKED to the BUS STOP. I kept REMINDING myself that I AM GOING TO FORGET HIM. That it's going to END. Then he came into MY SIGHT...
holding a BIG DOLL.
JIN: JO... I thought you were PISSED.
You really came... ? I COULDN'T HELP HATING him--acting like
NOTHING had happened and JOKING AROUND. Soon, he held out
THE DOLL as usual...
Me: I DON'T need it.
JIN: What Why? I GRABBED THE DOLL from his hands AND
THREW IT ON THE ROAD.
Me: I DON'T NEED THIS DOLL!--I DON'T need it ANY MORE!! ;O
I DON'T want to see a PERSON LIKE YOU AGAIN!!!! ;*O
I spitted out ALL the words that were INSIDE me.
But UNLIKE other days, his EYES were VERY SHAKING.
"I'm SORRY... " He apologized, in a tiny voice. He THEN walked
OVER to the road to PICK UP THE DOLL.
Me: You STUPID! ;O WHY are you picking up the DOLL??!
Just THROW it AWAY!!!!! ;O But he just IGNORED ME and went to pick up the DOLL... THEN-- HONK! HONK! With a LOUD HONK--a BIG truck was heading towards him ;O "JIN!!!!!!!!!! MOVE!!! MOVE AWAY!!!!" I shouted. But he DIDN'T hear me. He squatted down and picked up THE DOLL.
"JIN!--MOVE!!!!" HONK!!!!!!! "BOOM!" That SOUND... SO terrifying. That's HOW he went AWAY from ME. That's HOW he went AWAY... Without even OPENING his eyes to say ONE WORD to me. After that day... I had to go through EVERY DAY with GUILT and the SADNESS of LOSING HIM... And AFTER spending TWO MONTHS like a CRAZY PERSON--I took out... THE DOLLS. Those were THE ONLY gifts he LEFT ME, since the day we STARTED
GOING OUT. I remembered the days I spent WITH HIM and started to COUNT the dayswhen we were IN LOVE... "One... two... three... " That was HOW I started to count the DOLLS. "FOUR HUNDRED and EIGHTY FOUR... Four hundred AND eighty five--" It all ended with 485 DOLLS. I THEN started to CRY again--with the DOLLS in my ARMS. I hugged it TIGHTLY. Then SUDDENLY... "I LOVE YOU--I LOVE YOU--" I DROPPED THE DOLLS--SHOCKED "I... Love, YOU "---- I PICKED UP the DOLLS and PRESSED its stomachs. "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" It CAN'T BE! I PRESSED ALL the DOLLS' STOMACHS as it PILED on the SIDE. "I love you!" "I love you!" "I love you!" Those WORDS came out NON-STOP. 'I love you?' 'Why didn't I REALIZE that?' That HIS HEART was ALWAYS by MY SIDE--PROTECTING ME. Why didn't I REALIZE that he LOVES me THIS much? I took out THE DOLL under the bed... and pressed its stomach--THAT.. was THE LAST DOLL... the one that FELLon the road. It had his BLOOD STAIN on it. The VOICE came out... the ONE that I was MISSING so much! "JO!!! Do you KNOW what today is??! We've been LOVING each other for 486 DAYS... Do you KNOW what 486 IS?-- I COULDN'T say I LOVE YOU... Um... Since I was TOO SHY -- If you FORGIVE ME and TAKE THIS DOLL, I WILL SAY that I LOVE YOU EVERY DAY... till I die--JO -- I LOVE YOU." The tears came FLOWING out of me...
'WHY ? Why?!' I asked. 'GOD... WHY do I only know about ALLTHIS--NOW??!' He CAN'T BE by my SIDE--but he LOVED ME until his LAST MINUTE. For THAT... And FOR THAT REASON--to me, it became COURAGE to LIVE a BEAUTIFUL LIFE... ...
"JIN... Do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.
JIN: "I can't."
"Why?--You need to study at home " I felt disappointment GRABBING me.
JIN: "NO--I am going to meet A FRIEND... "
He was ALWAYS like THAT. He met GIRLS--IN FRONT OF ME... Like it was NOTHING. To HIM... I was 'JUST A GIRLFRIEND'. The word 'LOVE' ONLY came out from MY mouth. Since I KNEW him--I had NEVER heard him say 'I LOVE YOU' before. To US... there weren't ANY anniversaries AT ALL. He DIDN'T say ANYTHING from the FIRST DAY and it continued until 100 days... 200 days... EVERY DAY--BEFORE we say 'GOODBYE'--he would just HAND ME a DOLL... EVERY DAY---without fail... and I don't know why.
Then ONE DAY...
Me: Um, Jin, I...
JIN: What? Don't drag, just say...
Me: I LOVE YOU.
JIN: You... Um, just take THIS DOLL and GO HOME. That was HOW he IGNORED my'THREE WORDS' and handed me THE DOLL. Then he DISAPPEARED--like he was RUNNING AWAY. THE DOLLS I received from him EVER day-- FILLED my room... ONE by ONE... There were MANY. Then ONE DAY came... My 15th BIRTHDAY. When I got up in the morning... I'PICTURED a PARTY'--WITH HIM. And STRANDED MYSELF in my room--WAITING for his call. But LUNCH passed... DINNER passed... and SOON--the sky was DARK ; ( He STILL didn't call. It was ALREADY TIRING to LOOK at the phone anymore. Then around 2AM... in the MORNING! --he suddenly CALLED ME and woke me from my sleep ;] He told me to COME OUT of the house .Still... I felt JOY and I RAN OUT happily
Me: JIN
JIN: HERE... take this--
AGAIN--he handed me A LITTLE DOLL.
Me: What's THIS?
JIN: I didn't give it to you YESTERDAY, so I am givingit to you NOW.
I'm going home now. Bye.
Me: WAIT... WAIT!! ;O Do you KNOW what TODAY is?
JIN: TODAY HUH?
I felt SO sad. I THOUGHT he would REMEMBER MY BIRTHDAY. He turned around and WALKED AWAY... Like NOTHING had happened. Then I shouted: WAIT!!!!! ;O
JIN: You have something to say?
Me: Tell me... TELL ME you love me?
JIN: What?!
Me: TELL ME... !!! I put my PATHETIC self behind and CLUNG ON to him.
But he just said simple COLD WORDS--and LEFT.
JIN: "I don't want to say that I 'LOVE SOMEONE' SO EASILY.
If you are DESPERATE to hear it--then find SOMEONE ELSE."
That was WHAT he said--then he RAN off. My legs felt NUMB and I COLLAPSED to the ground... ' He dIDN'T want to say it EASILY --How COULD HE?'I FELT THAT Maybe he IS NOT the right guy for me... ? After that day... I STRANDED MYSELF at home CRYING--just CRYING. he DIDN'T call me... although I was WAITING. He just CONTINUED handing me 'A LITTLE DOLL'--EVERY morning OUTSIDE my house. That's how 'THOSE DOLLS' piled up in my room... EVERY DAY. After a month--I got MYSELF TOGETHER and went to school.
But what made the PAIN resurface was that I saw him on a street with ANOTHER girl He had a SMILE on his face... One that he NEVER showed ME as he touched THE DOLL he held in his hands. I ran STRAIGHT back home and looked at the DOLLS in my room. And TEARS fell... 'WHY did he GIVE these to me .THOSE DOLLS are probably picked out by some OTHER girls!' In a fit of anger--I THREW the DOLLS around. Then SUDDENLY... the phone RANG--It was HIM. He told me to COME OUT to the BUS STOP... OUTSIDE my house. I tried to calm myself down and WALKED to the BUS STOP. I kept REMINDING myself that I AM GOING TO FORGET HIM. That it's going to END. Then he came into MY SIGHT...
holding a BIG DOLL.
JIN: JO... I thought you were PISSED.
You really came... ? I COULDN'T HELP HATING him--acting like
NOTHING had happened and JOKING AROUND. Soon, he held out
THE DOLL as usual...
Me: I DON'T need it.
JIN: What Why? I GRABBED THE DOLL from his hands AND
THREW IT ON THE ROAD.
Me: I DON'T NEED THIS DOLL!--I DON'T need it ANY MORE!! ;O
I DON'T want to see a PERSON LIKE YOU AGAIN!!!! ;*O
I spitted out ALL the words that were INSIDE me.
But UNLIKE other days, his EYES were VERY SHAKING.
"I'm SORRY... " He apologized, in a tiny voice. He THEN walked
OVER to the road to PICK UP THE DOLL.
Me: You STUPID! ;O WHY are you picking up the DOLL??!
Just THROW it AWAY!!!!! ;O But he just IGNORED ME and went to pick up the DOLL... THEN-- HONK! HONK! With a LOUD HONK--a BIG truck was heading towards him ;O "JIN!!!!!!!!!! MOVE!!! MOVE AWAY!!!!" I shouted. But he DIDN'T hear me. He squatted down and picked up THE DOLL.
"JIN!--MOVE!!!!" HONK!!!!!!! "BOOM!" That SOUND... SO terrifying. That's HOW he went AWAY from ME. That's HOW he went AWAY... Without even OPENING his eyes to say ONE WORD to me. After that day... I had to go through EVERY DAY with GUILT and the SADNESS of LOSING HIM... And AFTER spending TWO MONTHS like a CRAZY PERSON--I took out... THE DOLLS. Those were THE ONLY gifts he LEFT ME, since the day we STARTED
GOING OUT. I remembered the days I spent WITH HIM and started to COUNT the dayswhen we were IN LOVE... "One... two... three... " That was HOW I started to count the DOLLS. "FOUR HUNDRED and EIGHTY FOUR... Four hundred AND eighty five--" It all ended with 485 DOLLS. I THEN started to CRY again--with the DOLLS in my ARMS. I hugged it TIGHTLY. Then SUDDENLY... "I LOVE YOU--I LOVE YOU--" I DROPPED THE DOLLS--SHOCKED "I... Love, YOU "---- I PICKED UP the DOLLS and PRESSED its stomachs. "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" It CAN'T BE! I PRESSED ALL the DOLLS' STOMACHS as it PILED on the SIDE. "I love you!" "I love you!" "I love you!" Those WORDS came out NON-STOP. 'I love you?' 'Why didn't I REALIZE that?' That HIS HEART was ALWAYS by MY SIDE--PROTECTING ME. Why didn't I REALIZE that he LOVES me THIS much? I took out THE DOLL under the bed... and pressed its stomach--THAT.. was THE LAST DOLL... the one that FELLon the road. It had his BLOOD STAIN on it. The VOICE came out... the ONE that I was MISSING so much! "JO!!! Do you KNOW what today is??! We've been LOVING each other for 486 DAYS... Do you KNOW what 486 IS?-- I COULDN'T say I LOVE YOU... Um... Since I was TOO SHY -- If you FORGIVE ME and TAKE THIS DOLL, I WILL SAY that I LOVE YOU EVERY DAY... till I die--JO -- I LOVE YOU." The tears came FLOWING out of me...
'WHY ? Why?!' I asked. 'GOD... WHY do I only know about ALLTHIS--NOW??!' He CAN'T BE by my SIDE--but he LOVED ME until his LAST MINUTE. For THAT... And FOR THAT REASON--to me, it became COURAGE to LIVE a BEAUTIFUL LIFE... ...
Would You Love Me If....
A sad story! But worth thinkingThis is a story about a soldier who returned home from Vietnam War.He phoned his parents once he arrived in San Francisco.Mom, Dad. I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him.""There's something you should know", the son continued,"He was hurt pretty bad in the war. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has no where to go, and I want him to come and live with us.""I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can find somewhere for him.""No! Mom, Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives.. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy.He'll find a way to live on his own."At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.The parents in this story, like many of us, find it easy to love thosewho are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there is someone won't treat us in that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love. There's a miracle called Friendship.
Not Just A Friend
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I dont know why.
11th grade. The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.She looked at me, said 'thanks' .I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year. The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, he's not gonna go" well,I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together- just as 'best friends'. So we did.Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends but I'm just too shy.
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angle up on stage to get her diploma. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and >said-'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say 'I do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said 'you came!'. She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:
I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!
'I wish I did too...' I thought to my self, and I cried.
DO YOURSELF A FAVOUR, TELL HER/HIM THAT YOU LOVE THEM. EVEN IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW THEY'LL REACT JUST LET THEM KNOW HOW YOU 'REALLY' FEEL ABOUT THEM. THEY WONT BE THERE FOREVER...
11th grade. The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.She looked at me, said 'thanks' .I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year. The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, he's not gonna go" well,I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together- just as 'best friends'. So we did.Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends but I'm just too shy.
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angle up on stage to get her diploma. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and >said-'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say 'I do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said 'you came!'. She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:
I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!
'I wish I did too...' I thought to my self, and I cried.
DO YOURSELF A FAVOUR, TELL HER/HIM THAT YOU LOVE THEM. EVEN IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW THEY'LL REACT JUST LET THEM KNOW HOW YOU 'REALLY' FEEL ABOUT THEM. THEY WONT BE THERE FOREVER...
Do Love Need A Reasons?
Lady : Why do u like me? Why do u love me?
Man : I can't tell the reason... But I really like u...
Lady : U can't even tell me the reason... How can u say u like me? How can u say u love me? Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love u.
Lady : Proof ? No! I want u to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her, but not u!
Man : OK... OK !!! Erm... because u are beautiful, because your voice is sweet, because u are caring, because u are loving, because u are thoughtful, because of your smile, because of your every movements...
Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and became comma. The Guy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content :-
Dearest,
Because of your sweet voice that I love u... Now can u talk? No! Therefore I cannot love u. Because of your care and concern then I like u... Now that u cannot show them, therefore I cannot love u. Because of your smile, because of your every movements that I love u... Now can u smile? Now can u move? No, therefore I cannot love u... If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love u anymore. Do loves need a reason? NO! Therefore, I ! still love u... And love doesn't need a reason... "When loving someone... never regret what u do... Only regret what u didn't do" If God brings u to it... He will bring u through it...
*taken from virtualfirends
Man : I can't tell the reason... But I really like u...
Lady : U can't even tell me the reason... How can u say u like me? How can u say u love me? Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love u.
Lady : Proof ? No! I want u to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her, but not u!
Man : OK... OK !!! Erm... because u are beautiful, because your voice is sweet, because u are caring, because u are loving, because u are thoughtful, because of your smile, because of your every movements...
Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and became comma. The Guy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content :-
Dearest,
Because of your sweet voice that I love u... Now can u talk? No! Therefore I cannot love u. Because of your care and concern then I like u... Now that u cannot show them, therefore I cannot love u. Because of your smile, because of your every movements that I love u... Now can u smile? Now can u move? No, therefore I cannot love u... If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love u anymore. Do loves need a reason? NO! Therefore, I ! still love u... And love doesn't need a reason... "When loving someone... never regret what u do... Only regret what u didn't do" If God brings u to it... He will bring u through it...
*taken from virtualfirends
Monday, October 04, 2004
The Best Love Letter Ever
You will be happy that you read this all the way through.
As you got up this morning, I watched you, and hoped you would talk to me, even if it was just a few words, asking my opinion or thanking me for something good that happened in your life yesterday. But I noticed you were too busy, trying to find the right outfit to wear. When you ran around the house getting ready, I knew there would be a few minutes for you to stop and say hello, but you were too busy. At one point you had to wait, fifteen minutes with nothing to do except sit in a chair. Then I saw you spring to your feet. I thought you wanted to talk to me, but you ran to the phone and called a friend to get the latest gossip instead. I watched patiently all day long. With all your activities I guess you w ere too busy to say anything to me.
I noticed that before lunch you looked around, may be you felt embarrassed to talk to me, that is why you didn't bow your head. You glanced three or four tables o! ver and you noticed some of your friends talking to me briefly before they ate, but you didn't. That's okay. There is still more time left, and I hope that you will talk to me yet. You went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do. After a few of them were done, you turned on the TV. I don't know if you like TV or not, just about anything goes there and you spend lot of time each day in front of it not thinking about anything, just enjoying the show. I waited patiently again as you watched the TV and ate your meal, but again you didn't talk to me. Bedtime I guess you felt too tired. After you said good night to your family you popped into bed and fell asleep in no time. That's okay because you may not realize that I am always there for you. I've got patience, more than you will ever know. I even want to teach you how to be patient with others as well. I love you so much that I wait everyday for a nod, prayer or thought or a thankful part of your heart. It is hard to have a one-sided conversation. Well, you are getting up once again. And once again I will wait, with nothing but love for you. Hoping that today you will give me some time. Have a nice day!
Your friend, ALLAH
As you got up this morning, I watched you, and hoped you would talk to me, even if it was just a few words, asking my opinion or thanking me for something good that happened in your life yesterday. But I noticed you were too busy, trying to find the right outfit to wear. When you ran around the house getting ready, I knew there would be a few minutes for you to stop and say hello, but you were too busy. At one point you had to wait, fifteen minutes with nothing to do except sit in a chair. Then I saw you spring to your feet. I thought you wanted to talk to me, but you ran to the phone and called a friend to get the latest gossip instead. I watched patiently all day long. With all your activities I guess you w ere too busy to say anything to me.
I noticed that before lunch you looked around, may be you felt embarrassed to talk to me, that is why you didn't bow your head. You glanced three or four tables o! ver and you noticed some of your friends talking to me briefly before they ate, but you didn't. That's okay. There is still more time left, and I hope that you will talk to me yet. You went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do. After a few of them were done, you turned on the TV. I don't know if you like TV or not, just about anything goes there and you spend lot of time each day in front of it not thinking about anything, just enjoying the show. I waited patiently again as you watched the TV and ate your meal, but again you didn't talk to me. Bedtime I guess you felt too tired. After you said good night to your family you popped into bed and fell asleep in no time. That's okay because you may not realize that I am always there for you. I've got patience, more than you will ever know. I even want to teach you how to be patient with others as well. I love you so much that I wait everyday for a nod, prayer or thought or a thankful part of your heart. It is hard to have a one-sided conversation. Well, you are getting up once again. And once again I will wait, with nothing but love for you. Hoping that today you will give me some time. Have a nice day!
Your friend, ALLAH
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