Nak dEnGaR CeRita taK???

Nak dengar satu cerita tak?this is a story about a student and a tutor. cerita seorang tutor yang tabah dan sabar dengan seorang student yang telah hilang tahap kesabarannya a.k.a barada at the very critical level.

One morning, there was a bunch of students entered the lab for a practical session. After they had done the praujian and been given some ‘enlightenment’ by the respective lecturer, the session was taken over by the tutors which were also the senior-year students. Each of them for each group of students. However, “dan dan” there was a group without a tutor. Jeng...jeng...jeng... ok sorry for the sound. This is so not a mystic spine-chilling thriller full of suspense. Just a typical lame-story. Nak tak nak, the group had to be divided into 2: with each subgroup combined with other main groups. Now, the focus is on the leading character which was a student in one of the subgroups. Sila menggunakan own imagination untuk mengagambarkan keadaaan tersebut-sorry, no time for utube, heh.

maka mengeluh lah our leading character dengan aras kemarahan pada tahap yang membimbangkan. From anger to denial to disappointment and last but not least, depression. Ala2 5 phases towards death. The acceptance part will be at the end of the story. The leading character berasa bengang secara hyper sebab terpaksa la pulak bersesak-sesak listening to the explanation and the discussion. Memang kalau ikut hati kemalasan metastases secara berleluasa. Tapi nasib baik sempat fikir, “tak nak dengar konon, budget boleh draw ala2 Picasso la tuh? Nanti nak jawab ape dalam pascaujian?”

So dengar la dalam keadaan 132% tak rela dan ala2 merana. Mula nak buat perangai, tetengah that tutor khusyuk dan tawadduk bagi explanation, time tu la pulak nak sound tutor tuh to speak louder *boleh la buat macam tuh, mentang2 la student yang jadik tutor*, “maaf, bisa bicaranya kuat dikit?” uik, boleh pulak terkeluar ayat yang dikira agak bersopan santun. “oo, ngak keras yang mbak”...erk..”ya2, ngak keras, ngak kedengaran.” Dengan sabar sebahagian daripada iman itulah that tutor repeated each of his words yang sememangnya if the same thing happened to the leading character, nescaya mengamuk tak nak dah jadi tutor for the practical session in her entire life.

Bukan takat tu aje, that tutor even showed the slide for each specimen under the microscope for every single of his student...and again dengan penuh kesabaran dan ketekunan, together with the details for the observations and the elements needed when drawing the specimens. satu2 dia tunjukkan, even kalau ade yang buat are-u-talking-to-me face pun dia akan tegur, bertanya faham atau tak, which part that the student did get before repeated it all over again.

He also gave them some precious tips *or hints?* for the pascaujian (ok2, the word is post-test). Eventually, at the end of the session, budak yang down semacam tuh pun got a super expensive lesson. S.A.B.A.R.-as promised, this is the acceptance part for sure.

Today’s lessons:

Sabarlah atas setiap yang berlaku. Pasti ada hikmahnya. Don’t run an amok tak menentu pasal. Lesson number 1: be productive never reactive (as long as you are not classified as a radioactive substance, jangan nak reactive memandai-mandai sesuka suku di mana jua berada).

Compare these situations, which one is the most unfortunate person: the student yang terpaksa bersesak-sesak listening to the explanation and Alhamdulillah at the end she got the points of the discussion (kalau tak banyak sikt) or the tutor yang out of the blue had to secara sukapasrahnya menerima new population of emigrants into that already-big group of students. Kene plak buat siaran ulangan for each point. Tak mengamuk pun...sabar je. That student pulak, takat tutor tak datang pun dah gelabah, emo-hampagas student. Bukan kene suruh menoreh getah pun, takat observe the specimen under the microscope pun dah nak bukak silat bile tutor was absent. Lesson number 2: be grateful.

Lesson number 3: carik lah sendiri.............................................sekian terima kasih

Sekian dulu cerita pada minggu ini. Harap saya mempelajari sesuatu daripada cerita ini.
Mari tutup sesi story-telling ini dengar doa:

"O Allah! I seek Your forgiveness for that which I sought your repentance but to which I subsequently returned; I seek Your forgiveness from that which I rendered to You from my self, but then, I was not able to maintain faithfully; and, I seek Your forgiveness from that by which I claimed I desired your Face but my heart became corrupted with that which I did."

P/s: a friend bombarded me questions, among them was: “eh, semua cerita ni based on true story ke?”, then my answer was, “Banyak la true story. What, do you think this is my personal diary? Sorry mori naik lorry. Tak main la nak bukak hikayat sendiri kat dalam blog. Accessible pulak tu kat semua”-*rolled eyes*

hati iBaRat CeRmiN...

“hati ibarat cermin, pernah dengar tak?”mata mencerun memandang kak dian yang kebetulan memandang tepat ke anak mata. Tetiba rase macam nak gelak guling2. ape hal la kakakku sorang ni, jiwang mode out of the sudden. Hilang rasa ngantuk kejap. Kalau tak memang tiap kali kak dian bukak mulut je, automatically dia switched into sleep and hibernate mode.memangla satan and its collections of hampagas ways in deteriorating Muslim’s focus in deepening Islam.

Tapi bile tengok kak dian macam tak de gaya nak buat lawak pun pepetang sabtu yang mulia tu, terus je senyum meleret yang baru nak masuk laughing state terenti. Ok, she knew that face, kak dian kalau dah buat muka serious camtu meant business.mesti ade something important yang nak dia sampaikan. Rewind...rewind, tahan diri dari senyum, muka, transform la jadi serious, plus she hoped that her facial expression biarla nampak macam ala2 berminat dengan pepatah baru dari kak dian yang baru je dia dengar tak sampai 1 minute tuh.

“tak pernah dengar pun kak...” akhirnya tu je la yang terkeluar dari mulut dia. Mata dihala memandang kak dian. Fuh, nasib baik kak dian senyum je...before saying, “what I meant is...our attitude is a reflection of our heart. Gotta handle it with care. Macam jaga cermin, tak kisah la windshield ke, cermin tingkap ke, cermin kat bilik ke kalau tak bersihkan selalu kan nanti berabuk. Pastu kalau takat cuci tingkap setahun skali time raya je, alamakatak la, kene tonyoh sehabis daya dengan penuh semangat kesukanan jawabnya. Jenuh nak hilangkan segala macam yang melekat kat cermin tuh.” Kak dian berenti sekejap, menghela nafas dan memandang dia with a faham-tak-ni- stare.

Dan dia cepat2 angguk,sambil dalam hati berdoa, “fuh...fuh, hilanglah rasa mengantuk ni”. “dan lagi nak handle hati ni jangan dengan cara kasar, people are easy to get hurt. And the scar might last forever. Again, the concept is like handling a piece of glass. Kang tak take care carefully boleh pecah. Nak tegur orang kene berhemah, tak boleh budget bagus, pastu lesser sane sini sesuka siku. Tak boleh tunjukkan kebenaran by underestimating others. Example: tak boleh la nak cakap, “eh ko salah la.” Because for certain people the way they hear you is, “eh, aku la yang betul.” Mane orang nak dengar. Lagi buat orang menyampah, makan hati dengan kita.” Kak dian berenti jap.

“Cermin itu kalau lama ngak dicuci, pastinya akan kotor dan berdebu. Sama juga sih, kayaknya hati manusia. Kalau ngak selalu dicuci nanti bisa gelap, hitam.terus lagi susah mau nyucinya...” hoho, speaking indon la pulak kakakku sorang ni. Sinetron intoxicated.

otak berpikir sekejap. Trying to digest her statements word by word. Profound meaning kak dian had here. Nampak macam jiwang rupanya sangatlah menginsafkan. Tu la tak baik berburuk sangka kat kak dian, kan dah malu sendiri. Dia terus mendengar kata2 kak dian.

“coba dilihat waktu musim panas, kemarau. Debu sama kotoran melekat pada cermin. Kalau ngak dibersihin setiap hari, pasti nanti sukar sekali mau dibersihin tompokan debu pada cermin itu. Hati manusia juga kalau ngak dibersihin setiap hari lumayan susah nanti” Erk...calling for cadet dian. Sila kembali ke dunia nyata, wut’s with the sinetron slang?

“tapi mbak, gimana sih kalau ada yang ngomong, “meskipun saya pakainya kayak gini, tapi itu bukan bermakna saya jahat sih?”” ops, adekah ini another branch of communicable disease? Apesal dia plak pegi tanya dalam Indonesian slang?

Tetiba je semua orang dalam group tu ketawa. Uik, was her that funny? Ceh...ceh. kak dian takat senyum je la, masih tersisa tawa “ ape yang kita buat represent ape yang kita fikir, our mentality and ideology. Contradict la kalau cakap lain, buat lain. Tak de synchronization and coordination between the mind, the way we think and the action, the way we do thing. Kan tak best cenggitu? Action must always based on our on principle that we uphold in life. We can’t say a thing yet do another thing.

Nak jadi baik mesti mula dari dalam, bukak hati supaya senang hidayah nak masuk. Hidayah itu cahaya, nur. Remember the theory of light? Light travels in a straight line, and bounces off a mirror much like a ball bouncing off a wall. If the light hits a solid object, cahaya tak boleh nak pass through, actually only a very small proportion will get through while majority will be reflected. Kalau tutup hati dari terima hidayah, tak dapatla nak masuk. hati yang menerima hidayah akan menyinar, again back to the theory, when light passes through a very narrow opening, it can spread out.

Insya Allah kalau try buka hati untuk terima hidayah even sedikit, pasti akan terkesan jugak. cahaya yang menyinar akan dapat diperati dari tingkah laku dan keelokan budi pekerti. Bukan takat akhlak dan adab sopan, juga dari segi pakaian dan pergaulan. Tak kan la nak cakap, “saya adalah sorang budak perempuan yang baik lagi berbudi pekerti mulia dan terpuji,” tapi dan dan cara cakap dengan lelaki tak jaga, pandangan tak terpelihara, pakaian pulak main pukul rata.”

Gulp, apesal dia terasa-rasa ni? Tak sebut nama dia pun? “apesal diam?” huh? “takde pape, terasa lak bile akak cakap macam tu, heh. Tengah introspecting diri”- aka muhasabah diri.

“okeh, ade pape soalan ke, or problem before we end up the discussion for now?” err... “macam mane plak dengan orang tak boleh nak control his anger?” tersebut la pulak soalan yang patutnya ade dalam hati je. Kak dian merenung dia, sangat keibuan dan penuh kasih sayang, ni yang sayang kak dian lebih ni.

“yang tu kene tanya diri sendiri. Kekadang marah tu just an expression in order to protect our tone-down ego. Defensive, bile ego sendirik tercalar, tak puas hati bile cakap kita dibangkang, intimidated when no one hears us or support our idea. Rase idea dah mantap, but still orang rase hesitant dengan kita. So in order to make them hear you, or make them to understand, kadang 2 tak sedar pun dah tertinggi suara, cakap pun dah tak lunak, hilang sopan, hilang hikmah gak. At the end, tak de gaya muslimah harapan negara pun, hehe. Apetah lagi nak tunjukkan to the non Muslims the beauty of Islam. Bet that the non Muslims won’t be impressed with our emo- non-professional behavior, rite?”

Dalam hati sekadar mengiyakan. Try to recall cara dia behave depan non Muslims, even the Muslims. “Tunjukkan good example pun salah satu cara nak berdakwah gak. Bagi akak tiap kali rasa nak marah kene ingatkan diri sendiri, cenggini ke yang nak ditunjuk kat orang lain. Nanti takut orang dapat bad impression plak kat islam.”................

p/s: a friend of mine answered, “each time when I got mad, I’ve gotta choose, the hell or the hatred in me. Then definitely, any normal human bein will choose not to be in hell. So kene sacrifice la skit rasa marah tu, terpaksalah belajar nak tundukkan skit ego. I dun wanna hear people saying, “Hey, look. She is the one with the ego, the size of texas”daa?

It definitely was not a compliment, rite?