Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Untuk selamanya

10 Jun 2015
Kediaman Aminudin Baki
0721

Semalam dalam lingkungan jam 1745 atau lebih awal daripada itu, maktok telah pergi buat selamanya dari dunia sementara ini - menghadap hidup seterusnya di alam sana. Pada ketika aku sangka mampu menulis satu lagi coretan menceritakan karenahnya dirumah, coretan pemergiannya pula yang menjadi pengakhir kalam aku.

Pagi-pagi kami tidak akan pernah sama tanpamu maktok. Isi rumah kami akan berbeza kini. Moga kau tenang di alam yang lagi satu dan moga Allah ketemukan kita dalam kalangan mereka yang beriman.

Amin, amin, ya rabbal alamin.

Friday, June 5, 2015

Ikramul Kareem

6 Jun 2015
0137
Wad Geriatrik U13

Jam sudah menunjukkan bahawa tanggal 5 Jun telah berakhir sejam yang lalu dan aku kini sedang duduk diatas kerusi melihat nenekku yang sedang buas meragam diatas katil menahan geram atau sakit, itu aku tak tahu. Tangan kirinya diangkat, dihayunkan dan digesel ke arah bantal, katil dan besi penghadang tanpa mampu dijangka momentumnya. Kini maktok mula mengerang kesakitan sambil memanggil 'Mak, mak, mak!' Jeritannya yang terakhir begitu lantang, namun aku pasti jiran pesakit lain sudah lali dengan karenahnya. 

Maktok akan di-discharge-kan esok kata doktor. Alhamdulillah ala kulli hal, aku menghela nafas panjang melihat maktok mula menggerak-gerakkan tangannya kesana kemari seperti ingin menghalau lalat yang hinggap di pangkal lengannya. Melihat keadaan maktok sekarang yang semakin kuat menjerit, memekik dan memarahi orang sekelilingnya, dia bukan lagi nenekku yang dahulu.

Delirium.

Itu kata doktor tentang keadaan nenekku sekarang. Sangkaanku dementia with some hallucinations tapi aku tidaklah pakar untuk terus membuat diagnosis terhadap nenekku yang usianya sudah menginjak angka 90. Lagu Ikramul Kareem nyanyian UNIC berkumandang di telinga, aku buat sebagai teman aku pada malam ini untuk berjaga melihat maktok agar tangannya tidak lagi terlanggar besi sejuk yang menghadang sisi kiri, kanan dan atas katilnya. 

Melihat nenekku yang sedang mengeluarkan bunyi yang tidak dapat ditafsirkan itu diselangi lagu CintaMu nyanyian Hani & Zue, tiba-tiba aku teringat bahawa lagu Ikramul Kareem yang bakal dimainkan playlist telefon bimbitku sudah setahun sudah aku kenali. Hampir setahun sudah aku tidak ketemu Suhana dan Fatihah. Hampir setahun sudah aku tidak duduk bergurau dengan Atiq dan Hana Jackney. Hampir setahun Liyana Osman tidakku tenyeh pipi dan peluk kuat. Hampir setahun aku tidak duduk makan talam dengan pasukan crack-otak-buat-dan-pergi-program-fikir-pasal-keadaan-batch-dan-adik-adik-macam-takde-exam-IB-kena-amek. Rindu. Sungguh. Amat.

Pada kesunyian waktu malam ini aku tahu bahawa penemanku tatkala suka duka yang sentiasa ada hanyalah Dia. Dan dalam pencarian hakikatku dalam kehidupan dunia ini, Allah kurniakan aku mereka. Mereka yang sama-sama lentok kepala semasa bacaan tasbih mathurat kubra di pagi hari, mereka yang picit-picit bahuku tatkala aku terjatuh 'pengsan' semasa taujihat akak-akak dan ustaz, mereka yang menyuapku nasi-biskut-kuih-kek dan segala juadah yang Kak Farah bawa ketika usrah atau semasa daurah. Ya Tuhan, sungguh nikmat kau itu tiada batas. Dan indahnya ikatan itu bukanlah pada kemanisannya sahaja, tetapi pada curhat malam-malam bersama mereka, syuro pecah kepala susun isi daurah, takaful kongsi bayar duit tambang bersama untuk yang tak mampu, perjalanan balik jaulah yang mencabar, semuanya terlalu berharga.

Bantal maktok sudah dua yang dia mahu jatuhkan. Ubatnya tidak aku beri sepenuhnya sebab dia separa sedar dan cubaan awalku tidak berjaya kerana dia hanya membuka mulutnya, tetapi lidah dan tekaknya menolak isi ubat itu ditelan. Susu Ensure perisa coklat tiga paket itu juga tidak disentuh lagi walau satu kerana maktok nampaknya hanya mahu menari diatas katilnya dan bukan menerima apa-apa untuk dimasukkan ke dalam perut.

Nampak gayanya tiada tidur buatku malam ini kerana aku khuatir dalam tarian maktok itu dia akan terjatuh tersembam ke bumi. Mungkin 10-15 minit memadai untuk buat cukup syarat mampu solat tahajjud, boleh aku luahkan rindu pada Tuhan. Biarlah sudah banyak beza arah perjalanan hidup kami, biarlah walau mungkin tidak mampu ketemu lagi, temukanlah kami dibawah naunganMu dan jadikanlah kami mereka yang bertemu dan berpisah keranaMu.

Wahai Tuhan yang membolak-balikkan hati, tetapkanlah kami pada jalan agamaMu.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Phosphenes: Prologue

APG's recent blogpost read, IKIM on her earphones; some random poem being recited with the background sound of lapping water and melodious piano, it was already 1 am in the morning. 2 weeks. 2 weeks since touchdown, 2 weeks since she's been breathing fresh air, 2 weeks since homecoming with so much in mind - besides being confined to a 4 wall compartment with a sliding door as the only way to move out of the claustrophobic room dismissing the windows to prevent any suicidal attempt of freedom.

It has been 14 days since her arrival back home from the land of Shamrock and pot o' golds at the end of the rainbow. On the hospital bed, she wriggled her legs and arm. 'Istikharah Cinta' by Sigma was being played that night. Not her favourite song really - the whole lovy dovy part of nasyid songs never was the best part of why she had changed to this pallete of tunes but it was better than some vulgar, sex-craving, typical mainstream songs on the global music charts. 

"If good dudes only want pure as white , innocent and angelic girls then I bet I'll never find myself good husband would I?"

She sighed, glancing at her drip on the right side still intact on her skin giving way for NaCl to flow inside her veins to maintain her blood pressure. It was a 'great' way to begin her summer holidays; being stuck inside a cubicle with three other girls, a BP monitor strapped on her left arm and ECG electrodes on her chest still yet to be removed. The worst part of the 'great' vacation package away from home is that she could not get her eyes to close at all when it's already late at night.

'Haish, tidurlah cepat badan oi. Kang tak larat bangun qiam. Nak kena panggil nurse lagi tolong bawak pergi tandas ambil wudhu'. Hmmmm.'

Ustaz Pahrol Juoi is continuing his lecture explaining how wealth, fame, power and women are all of the worldly Dunya and how that brings us to the many crimes that are occuring worldwide. He then adds up that as Muslims, we should shift our mind to focus on to the love of Akhirah and not the love of Dunya. Quoting Dr Yusof Qardawi, 'Mencintai syurga bukan maksud meminggirkan Dunia tetapi menggunakannya untuk mencapai akhirat itu.'

Flashes of the past came back to her mind as she started to remember who and what she was back then.

'A rebel. Selfish snob. Kedekut. No goody-goody-two-shoes. No tudung labuh macam ustazah pilihan.'

She then slowly reached towards her hijab, slightly pulling a small portion of the cloth upward so that she could have a look at it. A view of her long grey lycra, instant hijab that covered her head and chest came into sight and suddenly a small smile curved against her light brown skin. Although it was bedtime, because they had male attendants running around doing their duties in the ward, she still had to cover up properly. No kind of 'darurat' when you can still maintain your sanity and having functioning limbs.

'Lain, beza. Aku dulu, aku sekarang. That was me, this is I. Bunyi macam ayat Dania Dashrin sudehh. Haha."

As the night continue to slowly move at its pace following the fitrah Allah set it to be, Insyirah closed her eyes and positioned herself properly on bed, ensuring that her drips were out of way so that no bodily fluid would spill on her mattress when she doze off to sleep that night. Tomorrow is her day of discharge and although she'll be having blood transfusions daily for the next five days in the hospital, at least home wouldn't be as dreary as her cubicle now.

'Dunia itu sebagai alat. Akhirat itu sebagai matlamat' Ustaz Pahrol's voice was heard near her last brink of consciousness before she was taken away to deep slumber.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Our Syahadah

I have a great friend. And she writes beautiful words. I might as well can say that she's as close to me as Hlovate is. Her words bring about a smile in my face indescribable every time I open her blog to see how life is for her.

To me, words are magical. They tell tales far too subtle for the eyes to observe and the mind to guess. Writing and reading are my favourite past time and once I get my hands on a good book and an incredible idea to write, nothing else would stop me from getting myself into those two - except maybe, a slight hint of procrastination.

*slight laugh*

This friend of mine talks about tarbiyyah like it means the life to her and as far as I am concern, that also is what Hlovate tries to display in his/her writings. And it should be. Shouldn't a life that rescued you from the depths of hellfire and puts you into the light after darkness be a life to cherish the most?

It's a remarkable feeling to view many of my friends slowly 'growing' up to be the rijals we all wanted to become once upon a time together; only before we were probably too scared to take the first step. And now, being miles away from home, I believe we have developed much courage to get into the game like Dania Dashrin after a year in Aberdeen.

To this girl who writes at unprecentedsoul.blogspot.com (check her out people!) and so many other friends of mine who write the most beautiful captions on Instagram and sharings on Facebook (even if it's copy paste), know that you have touched my heart and if Allah wills, I would want to be the witness for your syahadah.

Will you be mine?