Masa kecil dulu saya pernah 'merajuk' dengan Allah, sebab Dia tak panjangkan umur Nabi Muhammad s.a.w supaya saya sekurang-kurangnya dapat tatap wajah baginda dalam gambar. Setiap kali kelas sirah saya kerap kali mencebik bibir bila membayangkan para sahabat yang sangat beruntung dapat hidup berjuang dengan Rasulullah ketika itu.
"Ya Allah, untungnya Abu Bakar dapat jadi sahabat karib nabi. Boleh makan setalam dengan nabi lagi." Pernah saya kata begitu berulang kali. Sungguh, saya cemburu dengan orang yang sezaman dengan nabi. Malah, saya turut cemburu dengan musuh Islam kerana sekurang-kurangnya mereka dapat lihat wajah manusia agung itu (walaupun hati mereka sekeras batu menafikan).
"Untungnya orang yang hidup dulu...ramai yang masuk syurga senang-senang je sebab Rasulullah selalu ada dengan diorang."
Apabila saya berkata begitu dulu, baru saya sedar cemburu saya semakin kronik. Rajuk saya dengan Allah makin dalam. "Tak aci !" kata hati kecil saya ketika itu. Agaknya Allah sengaja biarkan saya tertanya-tanya sebegitu lama. Hingga akhhirnya Allah pujuk semula dengan menakdirkan saya membaca suatu cerita dalam satu ruangan kecil dalam surat khabar.
":Tahukah kalian siapa yang paling mulia bagiku?" tanya baginda kepada para sahabat.
"Tentu sekali para nabi yang terdahulu mulia, meraka kan maksum dan dijanjikan syurga oleh Allah," jawab sebilangan besar sahabt.
"Ya, para nabi memang mulia. Tapi ada lagi yang lebih mulia."
"Kalai begitu, malaikatlah yang lebih mulia. Mereka tidak pernah sekalipun lalai, mereka sentiasa patuh kepada Allah. Maka tentu sekali mereka lebih mulia," jawab para sahabat.
"Ya, para malaikat memang mulia. Tapi ada lagi yang lebih mulia," kata baginda.
Para sahabat terpinga-pinga, " Kalu begitu ya Rasulullah, siapakah yang paling mulia bagimu?"
"Yang paling mulia bagiku ialah orang-orang beriman yang mencintaiku tetapi tidak pernah melihat wajahku, tidak pernah mendengar suaraku.Bibir mereka sentiasa menyebut namaku. Mereka itu lahir selepas kewafatanku," begitu penjelasan Rasulullah.
Nah, disaat membaca ayat terakhir itu saya tersenyum. Hati saya puas. "Terima kasih ye Allah," jerit saya dalam hati.Dari saat itu saya tidak lagi merungut dengan Allah lewat doa selepas solat kerana saya tahu bahawa...
MANUSIA AGUNG ITU MENCINTAI SAYA.
...the thoughts I'd penned...
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
URGENT! Need AN AUDIO TRANSCRIBER
*********UPDATE*************
Offer CLOSED. I have found two transcriber for this job. Thank you for your time.
Peace everyone!
If you reading this, I have a job to offer. A friend of mine ask me to transcribe the meetings content which is recorded in audio.
PAYMENT: RM 200 - 250 (negotiable)
DEADLINE: 17 FEB. 2012.
The meeting was about a project to be done in the field of gender, femenist.
The speakers consits two person from Malaysia and three person from Norway.
I need you to transcribe the audio overall about 10 HOURS conversation (which include the unimportant talks over lunch, the responsible person forgot to turn off the recorder.), fully conducted in English. You don't have to transcribe everything but only the gist of the conversation.
If you interested please comment on this post OR email me at almutarjimah@gmail.com
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Lessons from a 5 years old
She just a normal little girl from Acheh. On December 26th 2006 she lost her mother, her 3 sisters, her best friends, her house, and, her right leg. With only her father left, she live, she tried at least. The little 5 years old is Delisa.
She kept wondering why everyone that she loved so dearly left her. She kept asking why Allah being unfair to her? Why her mother died, and why Umam's (the naughty boy in her village) mother survived the tsunami. Why?
Why people kept saying she actually have more friends than any people in this world?
Why she lost her leg?
In the search of finding her answer, struggling with deep longing for her ummi(mother), Delisa actually by accident cheer other people around her. While her religious teacher, Ustaz Rahman himself cannot contain his sadness, almost giving up to live life again, Delisa 'taught him to be stronger and to be contented.
That girl, with one leg, still have her passion to play football while the other boys refused at first, still feeling gloomy with what happened.
That Delisa, still trying hard to memorize the prayer recitation. Though at first she did it for a necklace promised by her mother, but at the end she did it for Allah. She memorized everything so that her prayers will be perfect and accepted by ALLAH. And with a perfect prayer, Allah will accept her prayer for the loved one she lost.
Hafalan Shalat Delisa is a novel about a little girl name Delisa. But for me, Delisa is actually me, you and everybody. Delisa were always there inside of you.
She kept wondering why everyone that she loved so dearly left her. She kept asking why Allah being unfair to her? Why her mother died, and why Umam's (the naughty boy in her village) mother survived the tsunami. Why?
Why people kept saying she actually have more friends than any people in this world?
Why she lost her leg?
In the search of finding her answer, struggling with deep longing for her ummi(mother), Delisa actually by accident cheer other people around her. While her religious teacher, Ustaz Rahman himself cannot contain his sadness, almost giving up to live life again, Delisa 'taught him to be stronger and to be contented.
That girl, with one leg, still have her passion to play football while the other boys refused at first, still feeling gloomy with what happened.
That Delisa, still trying hard to memorize the prayer recitation. Though at first she did it for a necklace promised by her mother, but at the end she did it for Allah. She memorized everything so that her prayers will be perfect and accepted by ALLAH. And with a perfect prayer, Allah will accept her prayer for the loved one she lost.
Hafalan Shalat Delisa is a novel about a little girl name Delisa. But for me, Delisa is actually me, you and everybody. Delisa were always there inside of you.
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